The steel cables were attached to the floor, essentially holding each boy’s ball sac at a comfortable standing length from the floor. The boys could move around a little, but the four feet of cable kept them from venturing far within the walls of the tank as the cable and lock kept their balls secured tight. Also attached to the lock was a smaller cable, terminating to a serrated scuba diving knife with a black rubber handle and a four inch blade.

It was time, and the other women entered the room, each lining up on the other side of the thick glass to enjoy the upcoming show. “Stupid boys, look, a couple are getting hard just looking at us, I suppose they really think they’re going to get fucked!”

Each boy had a number painted on his chest, one through five, and the women took bets on the five specimens within the tank. “I think Three will do it first, and I doubt Five will do it at all,” one of the spectators mentioned. “And I’m betting a thousand that Four will do it last,” another added. Money changed hands, bets were made, and the women took their seats to watch the show. The boys looked slightly quizzical, and a couple nervously played with the scuba knife dangling down the cable between their legs.

It was time for the show. Danielle casually struts to the outer side of the tank, as five sets of boys eyes follow her move. She turns a large steel valve, and suddenly the tank begins to fill with warm water, splashing around the boy’s ankles as the women grin and watch through the glass. Nervously the boys look around and at each other as the water rises, soon their calves, their ankles and then their cocks and balls are surrounded by the rapidly filling tank. Panic sets in as each boy grabs his cock and balls, trying their hardest to slip the steel cable from their sacs, but each cable secures them firm. The water rises, soon it’s at their chest, they splash around in panic as they try to fight the binds around their balls. The water reaches their necks, a couple of the boys dive down in a feeble attempt to undo the cable at the floor of the tank. And soon the water’s reached their mouths, each boy tugging as hard as they can against the binds encasing their balls, fighting desparately for a gulp of air. The water continues to fill the tank, and each boy is now under the surface. They panic, the thrash and twish, yanking their balls with unbelievable force against the relentless steel cable. Boy Four is the first to realize what must be done, and he grabs the knife and attempts to cut the cable to no avail. He’s turning blue, and he does what he must do - he slices through the soft skin of the base of his ball sac with a couple of quick strokes, releasing himself as his balls settle to the tank floor. He reaches the surface and gasps in air, he made the ultimate sacrafice. Boy Five watches the other boys, and he does the same. Grabbing the scuba knife in his hand, he slices his balls as well, cutting through the skin, the vas defferens and the tissue until his balls pull away and he lunges for the surface. Boy One continues to fight with the cable, and he becomes weaker with each moment under the water, his balls trapped by the cable. The Second and the Third boys grab their respective knives, and with two or three swift hacks their balls are separated from their bodies and they shoot towards the surface, coughing water but surviving. Boy one continues to thrash under the surface, his hands squeezing his balls into mush in a vain attempt to get them to fit through the small opening the cable allows, but soon the water gets the best of him and he becomes still, his lifeless body anchored down below the surface attached by the cable surrounding his manhood.

The women cheer and celebrate, prize money exchanges hands and Danielle shuts off the flow of water and opens the drain, soon the four self-castrated survivors and the lifeless body are lying on the tank’s floor, a handful of severed testicles settling around their exhausted and soaked bodies.