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Dear Friend,
You need to come and see the museum someday. It is very interesting, and there is lots to see there. My favorite of the fringe stuff is the “Fucking Tables”—they actually have one on display. It sits in the museum with other devices of torture, unused and gathering dust and now just a curiosity. Still, the patrons often stop and wonder and try and contemplate its use, and the little plaque that explains it always seems to leave them with a shudder. How many men and boys were castrated with it? No one knows for sure. One estimate is 1500, but another is half that number. Of course, those numbers are just for this table alone, and there were certainly others. It probably doest matter, not really, but the truth is that there were a lot of balls taken by that table, and one certainty is that many a man had his final fuck while strapped to it. They are called “Fucking Tables” and they are really ingenious devices, although for the now mostly unknown men and teens that got to experience them first hand they would probably no doubt describe it in another way. It was all very simple, though, and they worked, and so the warlords used them and they used them often. The one here is typical, and is made of solid oak, and the leather straps hold the man to it in such a way that he has no chance of escape. The straps bind him at his ankles and wrists, but the ones that come up from beneath the legs and go around the thighs are the ones that let it work. Together with the waist strap they insure the man strapped to the table is helpless to prevent his fate. In the middle of the table is the “hole”, or the “pussy” as it was often called, and its just a smooth hole in the wood angled just so, where the cock can slide and the man or boy can do his fucking. The hole is lined with beaver pelt, which is brought up and out of the hole and is stapled to the table on top, giving it the appearance of a mound of fur there. The fibers give the table the appearance is has hair “growing” out above the hole, and that no doubted added to the reason it was called the “Fucking Table.” The beaver pelt insured the lining of the hole was soft and comfortable, and of course the soft fur was meant to make the hole sexually stimulating and many a hard cock could attest to its effectiveness. These tables were used as late as the 1980’s and there are films of them in use, and plenty of survivors, so there is little doubt about how they worked and the reaction of the unfortunate men that were mounted to them. About an inch below the “pussy” is another hole, a small hole about the diameter of a pencil. It is used to provide a path for the wire, which comes up from underneath and goes around the man’s testicles and then back down through the hole. Underneath the table the two ends are attached to a geared system driven off a clock, the face of which is mounted so that the man who is strapped to the table can see the minutes as they are counted by. The wire is attached to the clock, and each time the second hand travels the loop, the gears of the clock turn a wheel which is threaded with the two ends of the wire. The wheel turns at exactly twice the speed of the clock, so, as a consequence, with each minute that goes by, the wire travels the circuit twice and makes two twists. One minute generates two twists, so that as the minutes go by the man’s balls are slowly twisted tighter and tighter by the wire. As the wire tightens its compresses against the man’s scrotum, tightening it like a purse. Eventually of course, the wire gets so tight it can be tightened no more, without cutting into the scrotum and eventually through the testicles that it is bound around. At some point of course that happens, and the man’s balls began to feel the wire as it is literally pulled slowly through them. At some point they drop, severed, and after that the castrated man is a ball-less eunuch. It really doesn’t matter what he does while it is happening. He can lay there and wait, or he can move and jerk and try and escape. Most men moved. The straps of course, didn’t let them move very far, although they could rock their hips and grind them into the table. Sometimes they would try and lift their balls, as if lifting them off the surface of the table could somehow save them. You would often see men who were on the table trying to rise off of it, lifting their bottoms upward, perching them high and trying to pull their balls to safety. Of course, pulling the sac of balls up did nothing, as the wire did its cutting by the twist, and the twisting of the wire was only affect by the movement of the clock. It had nothing to do with how the man would wiggle his ass or how often or fast he jerked it up and down. Of course, the table gained its name from the wild gyrations of the men who were strapped to it, mounted to the table as if it was some kind of woman. They would start to jerk their hips and struggle to get free, and the soft beaver fur would feel good on their pricks, which in turn would grow stiff and eager almost as soon as they were mounted to it. As they jerked their hips their stiff pricks would slide in and out, through the beaver fur, and depending on how long that took they would often ejaculate. In essence, they literally did “fuck” the table, dumping out their loads of semen as they squirted the ground beneath it. Sometimes before that happened the machine took their balls and that would usually end their pleasure and more than one man found himself ball-less and frustrated. One interesting thing would often happen that helped the table gain its reputation. Often, the man would start out protesting, fighting to escape what was being done to him. Eventually, his prick would harden and he would get that incredible feeling as his prick slid up and down through the fur lined channel. As that happened, he could also feel the wire on his balls, and as it started to make its cut. Sometimes it became a race, the race to finish the pleasure before the pain overwhelmed him. Often men were franic near the end, literally fucking the table with a vengeance, pounding their cocks in and out of that beaver hole as fast as they could, desperate to shoot their wads before it was too late. Sometimes they moved their hips so fast in that final desperation that the sweat made their backs glisten as they fucked the table’s pussy. In the early years, when the table was first put to use, the man who was to be castrated was simply strapped to the table, making sure his prick was in the fur-lined hole. Then, the wires were brought up from the bottom, and looped around the top of his scrotum, through the tiny guide hole made just for that purpose. Once the two ends were threaded through the gear wheel, he was a part of the table and his fate was sealed. After that, it was simply a matter of plugging in the clock and starting the process. Once the clock was started, the twisting began, and how long it took after that usually depended on several factors. In later years the wires were given a single, manual twist first, as the man was being hooked up into the thing. The starting twist wasn’t that tight, but it was tight enough to make sure the man’s balls were looped below the twist, so that the wire didn’t ride downward while he struggled. In the early years more than one man had the wire cut his testicles in two, and the resulting mess often meant he had to be put back into it and a second cycle repeated with the wires pre-twisted and set much nearer to his body. In the last ten years of its use the balls were usually tied with a piece of leather before the prisoner was strapped to the table. That reduced the blood flow to almost nothing, and was a tremendous improvement and for the most part kept the man from going into shock later. It was a lot less messy too and the twist wire tended to stay where it was supposed to be. Now, as to the question on how long it would take, well, it just depended on so many factors that it is hard to say really. For one thing, one of the most important was how tight the wire was when the thing was started. A loose wire might add as much as five or six minutes to the man’s ordeal, while a tight wire at the start would make the man’s castration go much faster. Another very significant factor was the size of the sac of balls of the man who was on the table. The bigger sets would take longer to cut, plain and simple, and so until you knew the diameter of the scrotum that was being removed you really had no certainty how long it would take. From everything that can be determined this device was never used on children, but older teenagers that had been involved in criminal activities were punished on several occasions. The teenage boys would be castrated faster, because their balls were normally much smaller and more tender, and the wire seemed to sever them after eight or nine minutes. Sometimes it was as few as five, and for the older men and the fattest balls sometimes it went as high as twenty, so it’s hard to say there was an “average.” The museum has films of the table actually being used, and from them it was learned that the average castration time was around ten minutes duration. Of course, it’s a small statistical size, and there were no doubt some wide variances. While this is one of only a handful of known surviving “Fucking Tables” there were thought to be as many as a hundred of these in use at one time. We know with certainty that the Taliban used them in Afghanistan to instill order on those they felt were in need of it. This device was also used behind the iron curtain, before the downfall of the Soviet Union, and there is some chance it is still being used in China in those outlying areas where the state edicts on population control have been generally ignored by the peasants. For China, it was a simple device that did the trick, and the beauty of the table was that it does not require a trained crew to operate it. The way the Chinese look at castration is different too than western culture. If a man was unable to control his sexual urges as required by the state and insisted on procreating and producing unauthorized children then a session on the table would curb his sexual appetite and at the same time send a strong message to others so inclined. No one knows how many Chinese were sterilized in this manner. In contrast, the Taliban usually used them more as a punishment tables for criminals and people breaking the law, often strapping down their prisoners and sexual deviants for a quick table “Fuck Session.” Of courses, except for the lack of women, these were generally public affairs, often displayed openly in the public square for the men of the village to see. People would flock to watch, and for sexual crimes such as rape, incest, or fornication out of wedlock many a set of balls were taken. Its possible that as many as 500 teenagers were castrated under the Taliban rule, for crimes as mundane as simple masturbation. More often than not the prisoners were flogged or paddled as they were castrated. Here is one eyewitness account by a westerner of a Afghan teenager’s very public castration. Unfortunately, we don’t know what his “crime” was: ---William Austin; graduate student “They brought the youth out to the square, with his arms tied behind his back. The table was already set up, and as we watched they pulled off his robes and laid him over it. His cock wasn’t stiff, but they worked it down into the hole anyway, and after that they pulled up the straps between his legs and cinched them down tight. He was seventeen or eighteen, with some black hair on his lip. They untied his arms and strapped them over his head, to the far end of the table, and then you could see his armpits were wet with sweat.” “Once his legs were spread and he was in the position, one of the men helping got under the table and pushed a wire up between his legs. Another one took a leather thong and looped it over the lad’s balls, and then, without any comment, he just jerked the loop closed with a snap. The boy grunted then, feeling the pressure I guess, and then he jerked and fought as the leather piece bit into him.” “The wire was looped up over the left side of his scrotum and taken around the back of his balls, which were facing up and visible to all of us. Next, they threaded it back down through the hole in the table and then after that they attached it underneath. I would say the entire process took perhaps three or four minutes. Finally, they covered his back with a thin, wet piece of cloth so he could keep his modesty but still leave his ass visible.” “They read the decree, and then they plugged the table’s cord into a generator and turned it on. As soon as they did that, the boy seemed to go crazy. At the same time, they began his whipping, bringing down the long cane with a swissssssssssssssssssssssssssh that seemed to crack into the boy. He jerked with each hit, and they laid it right across his buttocks, which seemed to be jutting up into the air as if he was begging for it. Of course, the youth was trying to raise up his balls, away from the table, to seek some kind of protection perhaps even though it made no difference.” “With the hits from the cane he would slam his bottom down, thrusting into the table, and then pull back up again to try and protect his balls. Soon, he was moving his ass faster, and from where I was standing I could see him pushing his bottom up and down, thrusting his cock into the hole in the table to the grins of the crowd. Faster and faster he pumped the table, all the while the cane was pounding his bottom. The boy screeched, and yelled and fought. I don’t know what he was thinking, or why, but it was just as I had been told and he certainly appeared to be making love to the table as he was caned.” “This went on for sever or eight minutes....the cane shredding his buttom and the each welt visible on his ass. He was wild then, screaming even...yelling out and begging to be released. Still, he fucked the table, his little rounded ass rising up and down continuously as the sweat rolled down from the back of his neck. His back glistened with it, and his hair was wet as he sweated.” “About a minute later his semen just started coming out underneath the table...squirting into the dirt, and he grunted as it was happening and then he was screaming a different scream, a more primal scream, so loud and wild that it seemed to be a part of him. I couldn’t tell the exact second when the wire finished the cut, but I did see some blood on the edge of the table, and after a while they turned off the generator and reached under the towel and held up his severed sac for all of us to see.” --------------------------------------- We do know that in China when it was used for forced sterilization, the man was sometimes given local anesthesia before the table was plugged in. Still, how often it was used in that country no one knows. One ex-guard, who worked at one of the prisons near Cal-Chun, had this to say: --------------------------------------- Prison Guard Interview: CalChun prison: circa 1970 “Yes, I’d say it was used, but how often, well, hard to do. Young men not always good at following rules, so when it happens table effective in controlling human urges. We usually strap them to it then give them....how do you say it?....give them painkiller in the testicles before we turn it on and do them. Sometimes they do, uh, ejaculate under the table...sometimes no ejaculation. Doesn’t matter, we always take their balls anyway so they no more have children. Very effective, and we can do three at once as we have that many tables there.” --------------------------------------- In Afghanistan at least one warload and perhaps as many as five used the machine to remove both the penis and the testicles of some men for the crimes of sodomy. We know this from actually eyewitness accounts, although the profuse bleeding that usually followed these punishments could have turned them into sentences of death. There is no way to know. Whatever the final outcome, it had to be gruesome: --------------------------------------- “The two men were of different ages. One was young, perhaps nineteen, and he was strong and built with solid muscles. His partner was much older, twice his age, and had grown fat and old. The older man had given the younger one a place to live and things to eat for the trade of sexual favors. The ruling warlord [NAME DELETED BY CENSOR] didn’t waste any time on either of them. The younger was taken first and put against a pole in the square. He was lashed to it with is hands behind his back and made to watch the fate of the other. Then, the older man was brought to the table, and when he was tied to the table they tied a cord around the end of his dick. Then they took the cord and pulled his dick down hard, under him, so that it pointed at his feet, straight at his feet and all stretched out. When they had it bent back between his knees, and stretched out as far as they could, they nailed it in that position with a big tack nail that went right through the end of the penis, directly underneath the head of his prick. That’s how he was when they laughed at him. Then, the wires were brought up from underneath, in the usually manner, and given one twist before they were sent back down through the hole. In that manner the loop of wire encircled both his balls and his cock, and after that they turned on the machine and let the clock begin ticking.” “I still remember his struggles, and his prick grew hard and stiff even as it was nailed pointed down. The wire seemed to start cutting the fat man’s balls right away, and he screamed and grunted and jerked the entire time it was happening. The younger man on the pole, waiting his turn, feinted, but they brought him around with smelling salts and made sure he got to watch. It took about ten minutes but in the end the fat man was pulled from the table with no balls, and his prickle had been reduced in length to something of about an inch in length.” “There was lots of blood, and when they dragged him away to the clinic he was leaving a trail. The younger man struggled like an animal, fighting them hard to stay off of that table. But in the end they did the same to him, and he screamed like a cut pig as the wire took his manhood. The one thing about the younger male that is interesting I suppose, is that just as they were untying him he started pumping out semen...just jetting it out right out the end of his stub of a cock. His load of spunk was mixed with blood and it was sickening to see. Still, he deserved it and I was glad to watch.” --------------------------------------- The machine was used in some countries to punish prisoners. There was at least one mass castration, where the unfortunate men were lined up like cattle and then led to their fate one after the other. From an interview with one of the prison guards, we learned about the number that were done: --------------------------------------- Prison guard interview (name withheld) Jan 5th, 1961 “The last prisoner fought as hard as any of them. I was so tired by that time, having to help drag them one at a time for their turn on the table. The day had started at seven in the morning, and we didn’t get around to the last man until nine-thirty in the evening. He was the fifty-eighth prisoner, and he struggled as hard as any of them. I guess I remember him especially, because he was so young and so afraid, and I remember him and his castration like it happened yesterday. He had penetrating blue eyes, with a blond hair that seemed to just radiate under the spotlights. His face was so smooth, and if he was eighteen it was hard to believe. He just looked like a kid that should have been chasing girls around the school yard, instead of making mischief and ending up in prison. Oh well, it was not my job to question his imprisonment. I remember us dragging him, as he fought us, kicking and punching and making it difficult. He was screaming, literally, babbling like a baby and begging us to leave him a man.” “I can understand to a point, as he had been watching the others be taken one by one, strapped to the table and then a few minutes later their screaming would start. Finally, we would finish another one, and of course he had the chance to see them, one after the other, as we dragged them off limp and all but unconscious with that empty void between their legs.” “The first thing is always to get his cock in the “pussy” and he was already semi-hard which made it very easy with him. We slipped his slender dick down into the hole, and he actually gasped when he felt the warmness of the fur. It was actually hot from the many men that had been in front of him, and the heat of the fur must have surprised him.” “As we strapped down the last prisoner I kept looking at his buttocks, and they were round and just so firm and perfect and smooth. I remember staring at the ring of hair that surrounded his hole, watching it open and close as he struggled to keep us from strapping him down. I was the man who waited for the wire, and I was also the one who bound his balls. After they had him strapped to the table, I looped the leather up and around his sac, and then I made the knot and jerked it hard, as hard as I could. I know his balls were shut closed at the top. I made a second loop in the leather, and slid it too up over his balls, just under the first one about 1/8 of an inch apart. Then, I cinched it too closed with a snap.” “He really grunted when I tied his balls. That was nothing knew, as they usually do. The wire was fed to me from the bottom, and I brought it up carefully and over the back of his scrotum. I then made a twist in it, and then carefully brought the twist down until is was tight against his skin of his sac. I of course laid it perfectly between the two knots, so as to make sure that as it tightened further it would take his balls from that spot.” “The wire was checked by the supervisor, and then the teenager’s punishment sentence was read to him and after that we just plugged in the table. I kept my hand on the small of his back. I do that sometimes, as I like to feel their struggles, and I can tell what is happening by keeping my hand there.” “Like the others his first thoughts were to test his bonds, and so he did the pull and lift thing they sometimes do and he strained against the straps. As he bobbed his bottom up and then down, I could feel his muscles within his rump, and I gave it a squeeze as he pumped the table. Of course, the pleasure had to be building too, and then as he struggled he pumped harder, and then harder still, and then as I road his ass with my hand he just literally began to shake the table as he pumped his cock in and out of it.” “I knew he was sliding his cock purposely through the fur. He was really fucking it, feeling my hand on his ass and yet still fucking the table’s pussy with a vengeance. He started grunting, “no...oh..........GOD” as the wire tightened up and began to press into his sac. I could tell he was going to lose them fast. I guess I had made the twist wire tight to start and so it was cutting within a few minutes.” “He threw his head up, his mouth open in surprise with the intensity of the feeling, his eyes wide and his back arched. His seed then just exploded out of him, his prick pumping out his goo in giant ropes of cum. His load was thick and heavy, and it took him a while to squirt it all out. So many men had shot their wads that when his flew out to join their loads it made a splash in a puddle beneath the table. The pool of semen was at least two feet in diameter. He squirted and squirted, just gasping as he pumped out his goo like some porn star. At the same time he started screaming, and I looked down and watched as the wire pushed slowly pushed its way through the rest of his balls. There was a shudder, and I felt his muscles ripple as his balls were severed, the essence of his manhood gone and his spunk pooled in the muddy puddle beneath him.” “He kept pumping the table after that, just fucking it continuously without his balls, as if he wanted to keep the feeling as long as his final erection lasted. I showed him his sac, and his dick went soft almost the second he saw it. With that, there was some applause, as we were finally done and we had unmanned the lot. It was a long day, and while we had more to do tomorrow, it was not as many ever again.” --------------------------------------- There is one statement on record from a nineteen year old convicted rapist who was castrated in prison. There were two of them, and they were castrated simultaneously with two tables. --------------------------------------- --Chin Han Who, age 19 “Yeah, it was wrong what I did, but the table is wrong to do what it does. Han and I have been friends in secondary school, in the third province, and we did the girl because she asked us to. She was my girlfriend, and girls are hard to find. They still do not believe that it was good with her, but she said it was and she was ok with us. But, her parents say no, we did not, no permission and we did not ask. Doesn’t matter now, I have no balls and do not care about her anymore.” “When they did us they took us together, from the holding area. At sunrise...Han was to his table and facing me. I was on my table facing him. Our heads were close together, but no talking permitted. I strapped down, no way to move but I try. Very hard. They touch you and put you into the table, so your dick is in it and it is very....ah...embarrassing. Yes. Very much embarrassing. I feel the cutting wire...very sharp and around my bullocks. It is tight and hurts.” “Then, they put a rag in my mouth, and Han they do the same. Then I feel it, he wire, and see the clock is running and I watch the hand for minutes. Han starts to jerk and move...I try and lay still but I feel pressure and it feels better if I move. Moving is the only thing you must do...and so we move and they laugh at us as we move. Han has open eyes...staring at me, and he grunts into rag in his mouth and then I am grunting too.” “Pain very bad. Hurt deep inside and I struggle very hard and then just all happens. I wet table....its my woman or something. I don’t know...but I do it and then I lose bullocks. Hans lost bullocks too. They show us bullocks and then laugh and then we go back to prison. I am not a man.” ----------------------------- The “Fucking Table” in the museum was typical of the ones built. The mechanism was originally designed in the mid 1940’s in Nazi Germany, although there is no indication that it was ever used on anyone in there. The timing mechanism could have been modified, and there is some documentation that may indicate that this was occasionally done. For one thing, it was possible to set the clock speed higher, or to change the gearing on the wire twist wheel in order to castrate the table’s victims faster or slower. The actually device though appeared to be carefully timed so that the most individual males would have the opportunity to gain sexual satisfaction before they were completed castrated. Obviously, if the man refused to move, or waited until the wire was making the cut, then he might not have had time to finish the sexual act before his testicles had been lost. There is at least one other “Fucking Table” on public display, and that is located in the Moscow Museum of Atrocities. Their table is similar to this one in both construction and mechanism. It does have a modification in the wire that is used to do the castration, in that is made of nicrome wire instead of the stainless steel wire that is found on our version. The nicrome wire seems to have allowed it to be heated, and it appears that the Soviet table may have actually used a wire to burn its way through the entrapped testicles rather than just cut through them. This of course would have allowed for less bleeding perhaps, and may in fact have made the “tie” that was used in later years obsolete. Unfortunately, the only know witness has no first hand knowledge of how it was used. Still, her comments are printed: --------------------------------------- ----Minstiner Freedor (age 55) “I heard my father mention it once, and I am certain he must have been talking about the table you have. He was with the Soviet SS, so he might have need for something like that. He was talking, and Igor Skorinski was over at our flat and they were talking and remembering the old times. They were SS together. Igor was remembering a man fucking the table...he kept saying he was fucking the table....I remember that. He said he was in a hurry to do it, and as they all watched he just rammed in his cock and then in and out. He said the wire burned through his balls as he fucked the table, and they didn’t let him see the clock because they covered it up with a picture of a nude girl. My father was laughing as he remembered too...the boy fucking the table and staring at the picture of the girl as the wire melted through his balls and left him with nothing.” --------------------------------------- And so, my friend, now you know all that I know about “Fucking Tables.” I hope it was not boring, and you will write and let me know what you think. That my friend, I know I would really appreciate. Yours truly, Nathan [Authors note: © Copyright September, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. nathan9001@yahoo.com]
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