Hashi

A boy castrates himself after a final masterbation.

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Hashi

The 14 year old Japanese boys name was Hashi Pushi. He was a slim 
boy with light brown color skin and almond eyes. He had a nice 
little black patch of pubic hair above his 4 inch, soft uncut 
penis. Hanging below his penis was a nice set of low hanging, 
hairless balls.
Hashi was sitting naked in the lotus position. His eyes were closed 
as he meditated and waited for the voice to talk to him once 
again.  On the floor next to Hashi was the tools the voice told him 
to collect. The tools Hashi had collected were a sharp katana 
knife, a farm tool called a Bandar, and a small iron pot with a hot 
fire in it. In the pot and the fire was another knife with it's 
blade heated so hot, that it glowed white.
Hashi did not know what the voice wanted him to do with the tools, 
but he knew that he would do anything the voice told him to do. 
Hashi felt the all to familiar chill run up his spin. 
"You have done well, my child," a voice whispered in his mind. "I 
am very proud of you."
Hashi bowed so his head was on the floor in front of him. He felt 
his face flush as the warmness of the voice fully entered his body.
"Lie back my sweet boy. Reveal yourself....."
Following the eerie whispered commands, Hashi slowly lay back.
"Spread your legs far apart, my darling..."
Hashi obeyed and felt his eyes go up into his head.
Hashi no longer had any control of his hands. His hands picked up 
the Bandar and tightened the band around his low hanging balls. 
Hashi felt the band bite into his flesh.
Hashi's penis became rock hard to it's full 5 inches of hardness. 
Hashi slowly took hold of his penis. He wrapped his fist around it 
and started to slide his foreskin up and down over his engorged 
cock head.
A rhythmic low roar now filled his ears, like that of the ocean 
surf washing up on a beach. Suddenly it seemed as if the water was 
upon him, crashing on top of him. Soaking him. Cleansing him.
Though his eyes were shut tight, He imagined he saw himself lying 
on a deserted beach. A bright sun was rising before him; it slowly 
began to burn his flash. Inside him, the boy felt a welling-up of 
emotions, emotions impossible to describe, ones that shook his very 
being.
Hashi's hand started to pick up speed with his jacking.
The surf began to sound louder and louder now, pounding him harder 
onto the beach. The waves were frothing and swirling around him, 
each wave receding and then returning upon itself, each growing 
bigger and louder and more powerful than the last. The heat of the 
sun was becoming both intolerable and pleasurable.  The frequency 
of the waves suddenly increased and he felt the sun roast his 
flesh. He felt it all until he could stand it no more.
Then he felt his body suddenly stiffen, as if a lightning bolt went 
through him. 
Spurts of thick and white cum shot out of Hashi's penis and landed 
on his face, chest, and tummy.
And then the beach and the waves and the sun were gone.
Hashi opened his eyes. His chest was raising and falling with his 
hard breathing. Hashi sat back up and looked down at his balls. His 
balls were now swollen and dark in color. Hashi looked over at the 
knife and then picked it up in his right hand. Hashi took hold of 
his swollen balls and pulled them as far away from his body as he 
could. Holding on to his balls as tight as he could, Hashi put the 
super sharp blade of the knife right under his scrotum, close to 
the band.
Hashi took a deep breath of air and then held it, and then with all 
the strength in his arm, he pulled the knife upwards in one sharp 
jerk. 
Hashi's balls and scrotum pulled away easily from his body. The 
band kept a large amount of blood from escaping his body.
Hashi dropped his severed balls and his cutting knife between his 
legs. He picked up the heated blade from the pot holding the fire. 
Hashi placed the glowing blade on his flesh and let out the breath 
he had been holding in a loud yell. The white hot blade seared 
Hashi's flesh. The smell of burnt flesh was strong in Hashi's nose.
Hashi pulled the now cold knife away from his body, and the band 
fell off on it's own. 
Hashi dropped the knife next to the other knife and his balls that 
were still between his legs. Hashi lied back down and closed his 
eyes.
Hashi fell asleep with smile on his lips.

The End.


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