A hard cock never lies

The shaft was rock-hard and lying on his stomach, throbbing. The swollen uncut glans was purple, and a drop of pre-cum was dripping from the slit. This boy was incredibly turned on .

And so was I. What a sight to see on my bed! He was naked and spread-eagled, black leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles and tied to the corners of the bed.. His crotch was clean-shaven, making his cock and balls look even bigger.

He had a very hot body for a 16-year old. His hairless abs and pecs were nicely defined. His nipples were erect, not surprising since just I spent a good long time sucking and pinching them.

And the boy was pretty, no doubt about it. Blue eyes, blond hair, and three earrings in his right ear. Tears were pouring from those pretty eyes as he begged me not to castrate him.

I had seen this before. Young men who told me they wanted to lose their balls, only to chicken out when the moment approached. But their cocks always gave them away. You can’t argue with a nice erection, can you?

I wrapped my hand around his dick and slowly began to jerk him off. I must say I was impressed with the boy’s equipment. It must have been 7 inches and hard as steel. Pre-cum dripped down my hand as his orgasm approached. Too bad this will soon be nothing but a memory for the kid, I thought.

He continued to plead with me not to hurt his balls, but he also was gasping as I brought him to the brink of cumming. I could see his sack pull tight against his crotch, his balls clearly outlined by the tight skin. I quickened the movement of my hand to push him over the edge, and watched as his toes curled and body arched against the bed.

His shout of ecstasy came a split second before a rope of cum erupted from his dick. By the time his body sank into the sheets again, white sticky fluid covered his stomach and chest. I took my left hand and slowly spread the cum around his heaving chest, while my right hand began massaging his scrotum, feeling for the cords that give his balls life.

Before the boy could completely recover from the powerful orgasm, I picked up the silver burdizzo and positioned it around the cord connected to his right ball. He screamed as the jaws clamped down and began crushing the life out of the cord. He thrashed around, but there was no way to get loose. I patiently counted the seconds, ignoring his cries and tears.

A minute later I repeated the procedure, completing the boy’s journey. Cum still dripped from the tip of his cock as my hand held the handles tightly closed. His thrashing diminished as the reality of his fate sank in. He sobbed loudly as I released the burdizzo. It was done.

An hour later I came back into the room, where the boy still lay. I gently felt around his scrotum, checking to make sure both cords were completely crushed. His balls felt cold to the touch. The job was done.

I told him what to expect in the weeks and months ahead. At first he would continue to get hard and ejaculate normally, but that would quickly change. It would become harder to achieve and maintain erections, and the ejaculate would become clearer. His sex drive would diminish, and his body would undergo a number of changes. I explained that the hard muscles in his chest and stomach would soften, and his nipples would become very tender.

He listened quietly as I told him what his life would be like from now on. I couldn’t help but notice that his dick was already stirring from the reality of being a eunuch. I smiled and wrapped my hand around his penis, starting one of the last hand-jobs of his young life.