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Dear Nathan,
Damn guy, you got my interest up and I can’t wait to visit you and see that museum! You know, I was looking through some of the stuff here, and talking with some friends and I stumbled across an eyewitness account from a man who was castrated by one of the things. He agreed to meet with me, so I took my tape recorder and I am sending you a transcript. Hope you enjoy it! Later, Mikal ----------------------- “Yeah, well, it’s true. I haven’t had any balls since I was seventeen, when they put me on that table and it took them. There were ten of us, and they castrated the lot of us all one afternoon, and I’ll never forget that day as long as I live. At the time we were attending the state school, in the eastern province of Poland. It was a reform school of sorts, and well, we hated it there and we tried to make their life miserable. Most of us tried to run away, but they had a wall around the place and it was a sentence to be sent there. I guess I was always a trouble maker, and I suppose most of the boys that got sent up there were the same as me. In that school I was always causing problems, making the teachers day as miserable as I could. There was a group of us, and we pretty much were doing things our own way, ruling the halls and just making mischief. They tried to discipline us, and even used the whip on us, but I never let it bother me and neither did the others. We would do anything to disrupt the classes, and it was driving the professors crazy. Then it all came to a head, and I never even saw it coming. One day they were whipping Jonathan, just pounding his ass and striping it good. God he was screaming, yelling out as they struck him again and again. Two of the profs were holding him down, and a third was swinging the whip, into his bare flesh. They had pulled his pants down to his knees, and so he was getting it on the bare and it was something to see. By the time we got there his ass was just hamburger, striped like nothing I had ever seen, and I guess that’s why I snapped the way I did. Anyway, we just pulverized those three profs...yeah, tore em up we did, and I beat the one man so hard I guess I could have killed him. I pounded his face, I know that much, and then I heard the whistles blowing and everyone was rushing in and after that I don’t remember that much. Someone hit me in the head with something, and when I woke up I was tied up and after that I didn’t have much control over things. They kept us chained up for two days, and then on a Saturday they dragged us out into the yard, where we normally played rugby, and they had a group of the tables all arranged in a circle. I got lashed to one of them, just like the others, and I had never heard of them before and had no idea what was happening. Still, we all got strapped down on the tables. They had the tables set up so that half of our heads were facing the center, and the other half of us were facing outward, toward the school buildings which surrounded the field. All of us were strapped down the same, all in a circle and with our legs spread wide. Of course, they had taken our clothes, so it was just ten teenagers all naked, stretched out on those tables and all having no idea what it was all about. I figured we were gonna be whipped, and the way everyone’s naked ass was jutting up into the air, I figured it was gonna hurt like hell. Of course, the weird part was the feeling on my cock, and all the guys were feeling the same thing. They had it shoved right down into the table, in a hole there, and it felt good and the hole was smooth and silky feeling. Some of the guys were humping the table, enjoying the feeling, and I remember watching my best friend Peter as he pumped his ass across from me. He had blond hair, and was the same age as me, and he was just pumping his hips up and down as he struggled on that table.
He was facing me, looking right at me. On both sides of him the two guys were facing the other way, as we alternated heads and asses, facing in opposite directions. The weird part was that as I looked at Michael and Richard, I was looking right up between their legs. They were facing away, and so I had a view of their bottoms, and the way their legs were spread wide apart, stretched that way and the straps were clearly visible. I saw the shiny wire of course on their scrotums, and as I looked at it and wondered what it was for I was also aware that my own balls had been similar twisted and was likewise ringed with a wire. It was not a good feeling, and it scared the hell out of all of us. Then they came out and talked with us. Professor Lentin, who we always hated, was the man that did the talking. I still remember what he said, as if it happened yesterday. Yeah, that’s something I can never forget. “Ok you fuckers....we have had it with the lot of you. You are done...you hear, DONE. We are going to quiet you down today, and its something we should have done a long time ago. Each of you has a stainless steel wire wrapped around your balls, and in a few minutes we are going to start twisting that wire tighter and tighter and tighter. I hope you enjoy being castrated, because I know I’m gonna enjoy watching it happen......” Then, almost before his words had registered, he said “TURN THEM ON.” Then, I heard a whirring sound, just a gently humming really, and all of a sudden all ten of us could feel it on our balls. They had wrapped a wire around our scrotums, and as we were tied in place, there wasn’t anything any of us could do to stop what they had started. When they turned on that machine I could feel it and the wire was getting tighter and tighter as soon as it was activated. Jimmy screamed like a dying rabbit, just started going crazy as soon as they plugged in his machine. He always had big balls, and I guess he must have felt it sooner than the rest of us. While he was screaming I started struggling too...really hard, trying to get off the damn table and to get loose. But the straps they had around my wrists and ankles kept me stretched out wide, and spread eagled, and the straps that ran up around my thighs were tight. I tried to move, but all I could do was buck my hips some, and when I did that I could feel my cock as it slid in and out of that hole it was in.
Its funny, but it did feel really good, and I guess I wasn’t thinking it at the time but I’ve thought about it a lot since. It was my last fuck. I’ve thought about that quite a bit, that last time, and yet at the time I guess I really hadn’t put that thought in my brain yet. Still, I did it...I fucked the “fucking table”...just pushed my cock in and out of that hole even as that little stainless steel wire slowly pinched off my nuts. The school professors were there. Not all of them, but at least the ones who we used to bully and poke fun at. Professor Hanworth, the man whose face I had been hitting, just came up behind me, and put his hand on my ass, feeling it, riding my ass with his hand as I pumped it up and down. I hated that, feeling his hand on me, feeling it on my ass as I struggled on that table. He knew it was castrating me, knew and yet he let it happen. I turned my head around and was looking at him, and he was smiling with his black eyes as he watched that wire growing smaller and smaller. His hand just rode my ass, and I noticed that his pants were bugged out in the front. He was enjoying it, enjoying my unmanning, and all the time it was being done he just kept his hand on my ass. He would feel it, stroke my cheeks, run his hand up between my legs. As the wire grew tighter and my balls were squeezed tight in my sac, he cupped them, tickling them with his fingers as the machine was taking them. God it was a horrible feeling, and I was desperate and crying even as he held me and I knew I was being castrated. Across from me, Peter was sweating like a pig, his blond hair was damp and he was just staring straight ahead, right at me, so that when I looked at him I could see his desperation. The way I was looking I could see his prick too, as it stuck through the table and I could see the purple end of his prick as it poked in and out of the hole. There was some fur around the hole, and I could just make it out as his prick pushed through it, out of it, in and out as if he was fucking a woman’s pussy. Behind him, Mr. Thorton was holding his balls, just cupping them in his hand as the teenager bobbed his ass up and down. Peter was desperate, grunting as he jerked and twisted, and all the time Thorton was laughing, holding his balls and talking to him. I could hear him plain as day, and it made me sick. “Yeah....go ahead....fuck it...fuck the table.....God your balls are tight boy....very tight. That’s it...fuck the table one last time. Go ahead, do it....blow you wad and empty your balls.” Peter was trying to answer him. “Leave me alone....let go of my BALLS! Let go of them! Fuck...oh GOD...fuck.......” He was grunting then, and as I watched my best friend struggle I kept thinking of his birthday just a few days before. He had just turned seventeen, and we had celebrated his birthday and I had smacked his bottom with my slipper. Yeah, he was just seventeen, feeling Thorton holding his balls and feeling that feeling as the wire grew tighter and tighter. I could see his eyes were wide, in total desperation, as he felt it all and the feelings overwhelmed him. Like I said, Peter and I were best friends, and on that day as we faced each other and were castrated together I’ll never forget it. Together we humped our tables, fucked them as the profs all watched, and there is no feeling like it, feeling a man holding your balls as you fucked for your last time. God it hurt too....the way that wire just slowly pushed it way into your balls. It was crushing off the top....just closing it tighter and tighter, and I know I begged and screamed and fought. But when I looked around and begged... ”PLEASE..........PLEASE DON’T” I remember locking eyes with Hanworth and he just smiled. He was enjoying it, getting his revenge, and I know he enjoyed knowing I was losing them. The tighter the wire grew and the more the pain shot into me the more he was enjoying himself. As it grew really tight, and the wire started pressing through them, I know I screamed and screamed. He laughed then, and that’s when he talked to me as he cupped my balls: “Ah...Hans....my big troublemaker. You’ve got a big set of balls you know, especially for a kid...such a shame really....such a shame. God they are tight, and you ought to see them...the way the individual orbs are so tight they are trying to push their way right through your scrotum. Yeah..such nice balls....so full....so tight..... You have heavy balls Hans..very heavy for a third year student....I guess they are full of cream. Such a shame... Well...go ahead if you want...that’s it...push with that ass and fuck the table. I’m going to hold your balls until they are mine.” Off to my left, Jeffrey was screaming, really struggling while he was being castrated. He was only fifteen, and I could tell that Professor Lentin liked him. As we all watched the professor walked up to him, in front of his face, as he had remained inside the circle of tables. Lentin just patted Jeffrey’s hair, playing with his head as the boy screamed. Then he just unzipped his trousers, and as he pushed them down I could see the man’s big cock jut out, into the air, and it was a big cock and the head of it was just bobbing, flared and purple and eager. He leaned over to Jeffrey and whispered to him, and because he was only two tables away I could hear what was said. I don’t think anyone else did though. He said “Ah...little Jeff....the boy who likes to mouth off all the time. I’ll tell you what Jeffy boy....you suck me off...good, and if you do then perhaps I’ll turn off your table and let you keep your balls. Just depends....but at least you’ll have a chance.”
I know when I heard it I gasped, and Jeffrey’s eyes went wide open and his eyes bugged out. At that instant Professor Lentin just slid his big cock right into Jeffrey’s mouth, just eased forward with his hips and pushed his pole inside. The boy’s lips parted and he swallowed the prick, then gagged on it, and tried to jerk his head away, but Professor Lentin was holding his head. The boys looked strange, the man’s prick stuffed in his mouth, and then Lenin just started to slowly thrust, in and out, holding the kids head and using his hands to force the boy to bob his mouth up and down on his pole. At the same time I could see Jeff’s own ass going in and out of the table, the boy raising his hips up and down as he slid his own thin little cock in and out of the table. I didn’t watch him, as I couldn’t believe what he was doing, sucking off the prof in hopes of saving his own balls while at the same time he humped the table that was castrating him. Of course, even as he sucked and sucked his balls were being pinched off, and he could feel it like the rest of us and so he seemed to work harder and faster as if he was in a hurry. The boy was really working his mouth over the prof’s cock, sliding it up and down in a desperate measure to get him to cum. I guess he believe that if he could do that in time, and satisfy him, then perhaps he might stay a man. I knew of course it wasn’t going to happen, and he probably did too, but he worked hard at it anyway, doing the unthinkable just to have a chance. I guess it made me sick to see it, but what else could he do? I had no such delusions. The way that Hanworth was holding my scrotum, tickling it with his fingers, and feeling my ass with his other hand I knew I was doomed. He was enjoying every minute of my castration, laughing as the wire grew tighter, and as the pain started to register he seemed to grasp my balls tighter, holding them in his hand as he felt them and touched them and fondled them. Next to Peter I could watch as Richard’s and Michael’s bottoms rose up and down. With their legs spread I could watch as their wires tightened, slowly, a tiny little inch at a time. Michael was pretty young...I don’t know his age but I think he was not quite fifteen. He was a freshman, and he was a smooth boy, and even his upper lip had yet to sprout fuzz. His cock was almost bald too, as his pubic hair was just a little patch, and as I watched his balls the sack seemed small and tender and young. Still, the loop of wire was pinching into it, and his little balls were bulging, the skin stretched out thin and almost transparent. He was screaming, and yet his hips jerked and his ass rose up and down like all of ours, pushing his young cock in and out of that fur lined hole. He was gasping as it was doing it, feeling the feeling. Later I found out from him he had never ejaculated before that day, and so as he fucked that table and felt the feeling build it was for the first and last time of his life. He pushed harder, desperate, struggling to get loose and fucking the table in the process. Richard was older, I think eighteen or so. He had thick black hair, in contrast to Michael’s smooth body, and so it was quite a contrast to watch his big sac as it was squeezed off at the top. He was desperate too, fucking the fucking table with his cock, pushing it in and out of the hole as his balls were being castrated. He grunted, and screamed and yelled, but it didn’t matter and I could see his balls were going to be lost. Jimmy of course was screaming the loudest of all of us. I guess it was the size of his sac, or perhaps just the way the wire was cutting into it. I don’t think he ever came, but instead he screamed right up until the moment he gasped and said “OH GOD”....that’s when his balls came free and it was long before it happened with any of the rest of us. Perhaps his table was turning faster, and I suppose that probably is how it happened. All I know for sure is he was screaming and screaming and begging. That really got to us, because he was older, nineteen I think, and a senior, and we had always looked up to him. I knew from gym class he had a huge set of balls, just so big they were hard to describe. I know I envied them at one time. God he could yell. I remember his so desperate, screaming and struggling, wild and panicked even. His scream was almost primal, a scream of terror, of desperation perhaps. Just as his balls were being taken he suddenly started just vomiting and heaving, dumping his stomach contents as his balls came free. He jerked then, spasmed, and then his eyes rolled back as his balls dropped to the table and the men that were watching all burst out laughing. After that, Jimmy just fainted, and everything seemed to grow quiet. God...the feeling then, as hopelessness overwhelmed us. Right after that, after Jimmy’s balls were taken, that’s when the rest of us all started cumming. Yeah, it all happened about the same time. I know it just became too much, and suddenly I felt it, my balls, as they pumped out my goo and I squirted onto the ground beneath the table. Peter was shooting too, as I watched him across from me, his semen just shooting out from that hole and squirting under the table, his prick stiff and eager and pumping out his manhood. We came together, my best friend and I, and as we squirted and squirted the men behind us laughed together. Prof Hanworth squeezed my balls as I came, massaging them as they were emptying themselves, and as he was doing that he was talking to me: “Yeah..that’s it Hans...go ahead and shoot your wad....that’s it....squirt it all out now....all out.... go ahead boy.... pump it out and empty your teenage nuts one last time. Enjoy it Hans...enjoy the feeling. Yeah boy...fuck the table and enjoy the feeling.” Thorton was still holding Peter’s balls when he came, and as he shot the professor patted them with the palm of his hand. Slap slap slap....he just slapped my friend’s balls as he shot his wad. Of course, Peter grunted as it was happening, his semen just jetting out of his dick, and all the time Thorton slapped his balls, harder and harder the more he shot. Peter’s balls were very sensitive at that point, as the wire was really cutting into them, and so as he shot his pleasure was overtaken by the pain of what was happening, and I noticed the tears were coming even as he was pumping out his seed. Jeffrey screamed too....as he shot his own wad and sprayed it out under his table. Still, he bobbed his mouth up and down on Professor’s Lentin’s dick, up and down and with a desperation that is hard to describe. All of a sudden, the pain just intensified, and at that point the pain hurt so much I don’t remember everything that happened afterwards. Suddenly, there were ten teenagers all screaming simultaneously, as our balls all were in the final process of being taken. I know I bucked my hips, and my last feeling that I can remember of having my nuts was a pain so great it racked my entire body. I was thrusting my hips when they finally came off, and I know I grunted as they fell free and into Hanworth’s hands. He laughed as I was castrated, at the moment I was unmanned, and I know he held them up for everyone to see. He was grinning from ear to ear as he held my balls, like a trophy, his revenge now in his hands. I cant’ describe the feeling then, as it overwhelmed me, the feeling of emptiness so great that it just took over my being. I was no longer a man, and I could feel them missing and all I wanted to do was just to cry. I remember looking at Peter, just as his balls came off too, and as it happened he arched his back and stared right at me. He grunted, and his prick shot one more time, and as it did his balls came free and they dropped gently into Thorton’s hand. The prof held them up, and there was more laughter from the other teachers, a deep laughter as my best friend lost his manhood. I heard a gagged scream, and then as I looked Jeffrey’s balls were coming off too, and as he jerked wildly I could see the white sperm shooting out around his lips, around the cock that was still stuffed into his mouth. As Professor Lentin arched his back and emptied his wad into the boy’s mouth, the boy’s balls were pinched off and they dropped onto his table. Unmanned, the boy tried to scream, but the prick that was still pumping out its goo just flooded into his mouth, and all the boy could do was gag and swallow, gag and swallow. His eyes bugged out wide, his mouth open like a whores hole, stuffed with the professors cock even as he was turned into a Eunuch. The last two things I remember were the balls of Richard and Michael. Richards were big, and his sac was hairy, and I could see the thick wire as it pressed its way through them. They finally came free as he grunted, his nuts just quivering in their sac on the table, the young man humping the table then without his balls.
Next to him, on the other side of Peter, Michaels tender nuts were just bulging in their little sac. The teenager screamed as his unmanning wire reached that critical point where it was just cutting through the final tissue of his sac, and as it was happening his entire body spasmed. Still, his ass bobbed up and down, up and down, his hips slamming his cock in and out of the table, the youth desperate perhaps to fulfill the feeling he had been working on all of his life. The boy worked his cock like a piston, slamming it in and out of the table one last time. Then, finally, the feeling overwhelmed him and just as his balls came free and he became a eunuch the boy ejaculated. He screamed “OH GOD....I’m..I’m REALLY CUMMING” just as he was castrated. At the same time his semen flew out of his dick, in long lines of cum. The boy’s semen was thin and watery, and yet he squirted and squirted and squirted, a ball-less boy pumping out his first wad and also his last. Up and down, up and down, the boy bobbed his ass, his load shooting out with a vengeance, even as his balls were no longer a part of him. After that, they left us on the tables for a while, to feel the feeling. Later, one by one, they unstrapped us and put us in the infirmary to heal. After several days we returned to our classes, and after that nothing seemed too fun anymore. I guess we just went through the school, doing what we were told, and we didn’t feel like fighting them after we had lost our balls. The other students looked at us, and avoided us, behaving themselves like never before. The professors all seemed happy after that, teaching their classes and keeping our attention. I thought about fighting them even then, but it just wasn’t in me anymore, and it was easier to just go with the flow and to do as I was told. I guess in a way that’s just what they wanted. Authors note: © Copyright October, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.
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