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TITLE:: Captives
DESCRIPTION:: GAY, TESTICLES
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Captives in war

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The Captives

They brought us into a cellar where we were supplied with bread and soup. Twice the sun went down before they took Franz out of prison. He smiled, expecting his release, for he thought they had acknowledged their mistake. We said good bye happily and wondered why they didn't let us go all together. But with the length of his absence we became uncertain and finally gave up the false hope. Now we were afraid for Franz and felt a great relief when they brought him back after four days spent in great anxiety. He was very silent and was not keen to answer our questions. He said that they subjected him to a long interrogation without getting, of course, any helpful information. His answers came so reluctantly that we got the impression he didn't tell us the whole truth. I feared they had tortured him and that he didn't speak about this out of mere consideration for us. When I told him my suspicion he denied everything, and so left our curiosity unsatisfied. Several more days had sl!
ipped away, and Franz was taken out of our prison for some hours. Every time he came back we crowded him with questions, but he always eluded and insisted they still hoped to get something out of him. His explanations revealed an uneasiness so that everyone of us was sure there was something he was not telling us. This situation was very unpleasant and we showed our dissatisfaction by adopting an attitude of reservation and coldness toward him. It was a strange moment when one evening they not only asked for him but for me too. First I did not believe, then I followed them tormented by an anxiety which was aggravated by all the secrecy. Franz tried to lighten me up with a conspiring smile with but little success. On his face was a kind of pitiful resignation that I could not explain at the time. We were led to the ground floor and I enjoyed the sight of the outside world. The appletrees were in bloom and it seemed so easy just to run out and leave all the anxiety behind. I was!
drawn back to reality when one of them took my arm and syr!
inged something into my vein. I felt a short sensation of heat flowing through my body, then everything seemed to be as before. Franz started to strip and I watched him with lazy curiosity. To my utmost surprise I enjoyed his stout body. Now I was sure to find the key to his strange behaviour. The men had nothing else in mind than to delight on us.
This discovery reduced my discomfort and I anticipated the proceedings with more composition than before. I inspected Franz more boldly, trying to imagine what they had done with him, and these thoughts stirred me up. I was puzzled for until now I had no interest in men and could scarcely understand what gave Franz such attraction to me. My amazement grew as I realised his body was neatly shaven. I was not at all repelled by this but suffered an even greater fascination. There was a strong desire to kiss and to caress his body. Enchanted, I smiled at him but he seemed not to be pleased. He reacted poorly in a situation that he surely was more accustomed to than me. I felt no repulsion when they urged me to unclothe, and laughed as they mocked me about my excited manhood. Franz watched me very uncomfortably and I was angry with him because he seemed to try to diminish my enjoyment. On the other hand, I impatiently expected to be overcome by the men and didn't worry at all that!
such a scene would have filled me with utmost disgust in former days. They flattered me and when they began to shave me I suffered it with great pleasure, despising Franz who underwent the procedure before but now produced a hypocritically disappointed face. When they were ready they praised my new appearance and declared that I was going to become a fine slave. I didn't feel any shame about their words but expected further activities. They fixed me to the wall which I found unnecessary because I had no intention to escape. Then they withdraw and I envied Franz who was being caressed by the leader of the men. He remained very reluctant and showed a great disapproval of my watching him with bare greed. As I followed the man's hand, seeking its way down between his thighs, I became highly alarmed when I discovered that Franz wore a plaster. It didn't take long to realize that he had been emasculated. Strangely, my terror soon faded away and I discovered the reason for the fasci!
nation that my mate had stirred. The revelation improved my!
strange condition and I gave the man a foolish smile who observed that I obviously had no objection to their method. With dull curiosity I watched him disinfect my lap and when he took the scalpel I quickly looked out of the window, stricken by a sudden anxiety. Then the pain went through the whole of my body and I screamed. First I dared not to look down, but when I finally did I discovered the had relieved me of my sac, but not of the testicles themselves. I was not at all eased, but felt a surprising anger because my pain and valour were repaid in such a ridiculous way. It looked as if they had been disturbed in their work and I felt tremendously disfigured. At this moment I envied Franz who enjoyed a more complete treatment and felt shame for my state. At the same time I discovered that I had been in a strange mixture of curiosity, sexual over-excitement and unnatural calmness, which the syringe was obviously to be blamed for and which now faded with the slackening of thi!
s intoxication. When the men praised my wilfulness they seemed not to realize that I was now stricken by remorse and shame. I wondered how I could have stood all this without any hint of repulsion and was frightened by the awkward wound between my legs. They opened my bonds and together with Franz they led me into a comfortable chamber, where we were able to recover from the strain. I felt a sudden laziness and didn't care for Franz' explanations. I must have fallen into sleep, for on awakening I unconsciously touched the aching wound to feel with rising terror the dismantled balls. Franz leaned on his elbow and said, realizing I was awake, they did the same to him. First he was intoxicated by the drug, then he woke up with his nuts stripped bare, just like me. He developed a wicked interest in my disfigurement and I shamefully remembered my former desire for him. I was not able to avert his disapproved curiosity but asked him if there was any hope of regaining freedom. Franz !
was not able to give me a sufficient answer but told me he !
had been in a far worse position since he had to join us again in his shameful state. He would have preferred never to come back again. I, on the contrary, was allowed to stay with a mate who suffered the same experience. He touched me and I felt that his interest was not fed by mere curiosity. When I pushed back his hand he laughed and said I had to get accustomed to this kind of amusement, and I'd better find some pleasure in it myself. When they first took us out of the cellar he was affrighted because he knew what they had in mind, but now, since the first step was done, he was almost pleased to be not the only one of us to be treated like this. Anyway, the others would not escape the same fate. Then he tried to soothe me, for after the treatment was complete my situation wouldn't be as bad and I would learn to feed their wishes. His words were no consolation for I thought with great terror of the moment they would come to finish their nasty job.
When the time did come they left Franz in the chamber and he said good-bye with a comforting smile. Now that I knew their inclination I entered the hall with very different emotions and looked yearningly to the garden, which was covered by the golden sun. There were only a few steps to freedom and I hardly could believe the world looked so peacefully as it did. Again I got the syringe, again I was fixed to the wall, but this time only the chief remained in the room. He was a stout man with short cropped grey hair. He undressed as soon as the others were gone, smiled as he proceeded to my front and pressed his half stiffened prick between my thighs. The drug had done its work and I moaned with pleasure, hoping the situation might go on like this forever. But when his prick was not going to get harder he retreated and began to disinfect me, which stirred me up though I thought I knew his intention. I was completely overtaken by surprise when he pushed a long needle first through my left, and then through my right ball. I writhed with pain as much as the bondage allowed. The pain soon vanished and I was more curious than frightened of the strange ornament. The man didn't care for my reaction but repeated the procedure with a second needle. Again the pain was followed by a quick release. With one needle more he completed the task and flattered me by saying that my pair were enchanting. Then he secured the needle tips with rubber caps and placed my pendants into a gauze-bag. The pain had not at all diminished my desire and he grasped for my hard on as if pitying my situation. He had just begun when I sputtered my cream onto the ground. Then he dressed, opened my bonds and called for his subordinates to bring me back to Franz.
Franz welcomed me heartily and attended for my comfort. He said I should lay down and try to sleep. I followed his advise though I didn't feel tired. I was filled with a strange emptiness which seemed to be the aftermath of the poison. But as soon as I had laid down I fell into a deep slumber which was interrupted by Franz. He was kneeling between my legs and had opened the gauze-bag. When he saw I was awake he replaced the thing and said that with him they hadn't made such a fuss. I was not able to answer, for at this very moment the door opened and Greyhair came in. He smiled friendly into my direction, while Franz went back to his bed and laid down. The man placed his lap over my companion's head and began to lick him between his thighs. Soon they became excited and I watched the game with great repulsion. Finally they got up, Franz came to take my head between his thighs, so that his prick came to rest beneath my nose, while the man sucked my limp little thing. Franz pressed his lap forward and forced his crotch (where a bloodcrusted, inflamed trail was the only remnant of his manhood) over my lips hoping I would be stirred to lick the shady spot, but I kept my mouth together and since the man was unsuccessful too they withdraw and Franz apologized that he was forced to his shameless attitude. It was the only possibility of regaining our freedom. The man would feed his desire and then let us go. By the way he looked at me I felt he was disappointed at my cool reaction. He covered me and said now I could be confirmed everything was half as bad.
I asked him about our fellows but he elusively said they were still in the cellar waiting for their turn. I should not care and maybe we both would get free as soon as my transformation was completed.
At least two more days must have been passed when they brought us into the hall again. I was startled to see two of our mates fixed to the wall. Both were gagged. They stared at us with terror and I averted my eyes in bitter shame. Again we were supplied with the drug and then we learned our duty. Affrighted I looked at the fellow I had to deal with, his unbelieving eyes, and decided to avoid this intimacy. They both were shaved and I discovered the sharp smell of disinfection. We had to begin. The drug was beginning to work and I inspected my fellows lap with great curiosity and desire, feeling satisfaction that he had to submit to the same treatment as me. Then I pulled his sac as far down as possible and cut the tip off, whereafter the rest instantly slid back to the trunk exposing the bloodsprinkled pair. The blood now dripping to the ground puzzled me and I was not able to complete my work. One of the men pushed me aside and laid gauze around the cuts, while I sat down on a chair almost about to swoon. Franz was still at work and I could not follow his action because he had his back to me. Only the fierce twitching of his victim indicated what was happening. Now I returned to the lap of my candidate and realized that my duty was not yet done. The bleeding had come to a stop and I recovered from my weakness and went to work with more courage. My mate winced when I stitched the needle through his balls, and I could imagine his feelings from my own experience, though he was not intoxicated by the drug that surely eased my pain. When I pressed the second needle into his left ball my stiffened prick was trembling and I was about to come. Then the third needle stuck in its place and I would have liked to go on, but my work was done. In this moment I was not able to restrain my desire. I barely had touched my hardon when my seed spluttered onto his bloody thighs. He was now released and taken away while I had to take his place. Again I felt the indifference I experienced before. While they disinfected my lapFranz was getting ready and came over to me, while his victim was led away. I anticipated the things to come and stared with a stupid look onto his erection. His intoxication seemed to be at its peak. I felt a rising terror and was sure to not bear the pain as easily as before. Franz made it short. Even in his intoxication he recognized my feelings and tried to respect them as far as possible. The pain was terrible but I was more frightened of the blood flowing out of my wound and I feared for my life. Franz stepped aside and one of the men doctored the skin of the wound while I was almost insensitive to the little pain of the stitches. When he finally applied a plaster I relaxed and was relieved that all was done now. They gave me something to drink and I felt a little better. When they saw my recovery they unbound me and brought me back into the chamber, where Franz was waiting. The expression of his face showed some kind of apology. We did not talk but fell into a grave slumber.
When I awoke I missed the narrow ceiling of the tent and it took some time until I realized what had happened. I saw Franz kneeling and rocking under the rhythmical shoves of Greyhair. The contact now went to its close for the man made one more fierce push and rolled aside with a satisfied grunt. Our eyes met and he smiled lazily, gave Franz a slight clap on his buttocks and went over to my bed. I had to lay on my back whereafter Franz took the same position as the last time. The man took my prick into his mouth and to my amazement I felt it harden. I had been resolved this could not be possible any more. When he made me come I felt a twinge under the plaster and was driven by shame and hate for the man who appreciated such mutilation. He left the room without any word. Franz stood beneath my bed and consoled me, the worst was done and soon I would have forgot my suffering. After all it was not as bad and as for him as he was going to get used to the loss. I was angry about his words. I'd better had him share my indignation. He seemed to be not at all shocked of the mutilation and tried to make me feel the same. While he resigned I thought about our release and how it was possible to conceal our state. I would adopt a false prudery, but making love with a girl was impossible without making her acquainted with my disfigurement. Franz, on the contrary, thought nothing else but to look for men who were attracted by this peculiarity. He laughed at my considerations and said I had to forget about women. The only possibility was to change the loss into an advantage, for there had to be other men like that scoundrel. After all, it was our destiny to satisfy such greed, and I could not escape this unless I spent the rest of my life in abstinence. It was not easy but I had to accept his opinion. Anyway, our situation was different. Franz had a natural sense for men and seemed to enjoy me being driven into the same direction. Some days went by and we thought!
that the man was having it off with our fellows. One evening, when it was the time for supper, he came with a bundle of clothes. I had to take them. There were steelblue wide trousers, a yellow shirt and black slippers ornamented with blue buttons. When we left Franz and I I wondered if a trip into the garden was planned, but the man led me into the hall I knew so well by now. This time it was totally changed. The red curtains were closed and a table was laid for two persons. A candlestick placed among the food spread but a dim light. In short, the room was prepared for a comfortable date. We sat down opposite at the table and began to engage in the meal, which was very delicious after the strong but monotonous food we were used to. The man expressed his luck to have four young men to his disposal, he usually had to be contented with a single guy. He was cautious in his revelry and was careful not to victimize a native. While he chattered he pushed a plate to me filled with two plum sized things. He explained he just reaped them from the fellow I had dealt with. I had to swallow them, raw as they were, and was unable to restrain my repulsion. The eating of human testicles itself was appalling, but I too was puzzled by this strange intimacy with my fellow I was not very familiar with. A sense of disgusting bodily contact overwhelmed me as well as the cruelty my act meant to him. When I had finished the hard task the man said he liked Franz the best and could hardly wait to get onto his balls. His impatience had led him to handle him in short terms which he now regretted. For me he had not taken much care and was astonished when Franz proposed me to be the next prey. On my bewilderment he added that it didn't make any difference since every one of us had to suffer his precious taste. Anyway, my coldness and rejection had stirred his appetite and he was glad to have me now sit thus familiar at his table. My fellow was repaid for the suffering I put on him by being forced to eat my glands, so that we both have now achieved a strange union. His words failed to make any impression on me because I was utterly occupied with drowning the strange taste with wine. So I could not estimate the refinery of his arrangement. Then he told me of boys he had dealt with. The monologue became boring and I was glad when he let me go, stumbling a little drunken back to my chamber. There I laid down and was afraid of Franz' curious questions. Soon I fell asleep.
>From this day on the situation between us was complicated. I was not able to pardon his conduct and averted any attempt to appease me. Anyway I didn't want to proceed into open hostility since, once free, we had to help each other. We could not count on the other two fellows any more after all we had done to them. We attended our wounds and discussed the direction we should take after leaving our prison. Finally we regained our clothes and when we stood on the threshold we were not able to believe in our freedom. We feared this was only a new trick to trouble us. Therefore I was very alarmed when Greyhair called us to the side of the house, where he pointed out for a cellars window. We stared into the poorly lit interior and shrank back. We had recognized our mates lying on a table. Their bodies had taken over a dark colour, the eyes were bloody holes, the trunks were slit and the intestines protruded. We grasped our hands like frightened children and made away, while the ridiculous laughter of the villain followed us.