He leaned over and spat on it....letting the drool from his mouth fall down and wet my stub of a pole. As he did he said: “I can see you are terrified Jared. Hell, you are covered in sweat, and you look like you just ran a marathon. Well, I suppose I would be terrified too, if I knew I was about to be castrated. But you bet your balls, and lost, and you should have known this would happen when you made the bet you couldn’t cover. I certainly gave you enough warning. Right now, I think it’s best for you just to calm down, and relax, and let me nut you. Sometimes it’s just better to accept what has to happen.”

No! God no! His words once again got me to struggle, and I jerked against the ropes and arched my back once again, but it was a hopeless gesture and after another few minutes of uselessly struggling and pouring out more sweat I fell back again until I was flat on the table, the air rushing in and out of my nose as I gasped for air. Every muscle was hurting from the intensity of my struggling and the truth was that I was more scared than I had ever been in my entire lifetime.

As he was talking to me he was holding my cock, and he leaned over and added more spit to it, and then he started to rotate it in his hand and slide the skin up and down along the length of my shaft. Even though I was petrified and had fucked a pussy less than two hours earlier, and in spite of the three plus shots of high-class booze that was messing with my head, my dick started to stiffen anyway, the way it always gets hard when it’s getting attention. I stared at him as he worked my dick, and I grew harder and harder as his slicked up fist worked my rod up and down. As I became boned, he said: "Yeah....I thought you'd get hard if I played with it. You’re a hell of a stud. In spite of you being close to losing your nuts, your cock doesn’t care, and instead it’s just rising up and getting hard and eager just from the chance there could be sex in the air. Something sure is exciting it! Maybe your cock is eager for your castration to happen, even if you are not? Yeah, you are one very hot twenty year old! Jared, without a doubt you are a truly a stud.”

Then he smiled, and said: “You know, I ought to just nut you right now and collect the bet you lost, but well, I’m not in that big of a hurry. And looking at the panic in your eyes I figure you don’t want me to rush to get it done either. So, since neither one of us is all too eager for me to start cutting, I think instead I'm going to be really nice to you and let you squirt your wad one more time before I do. Clearly your dick would like to shoot one more time, and it doesn’t really matter to me if your balls are full or empty when I steal them. So, I’m up for some fun if you are. Ever had a blow job from a guy?"

I stared at him, and I shook my head even harder....shaking it side to side as I begged him and grunted into my gag. God, he was gay!

He was right about one thing. In spite of having shot two loads into Jenny’s cunt not very long before, my cock had grown very stiff in his hand, and as he worked the skin it got harder and harder. Soon, my small cock had transformed itself into my normal seven inches, and the big end of it was flared and purple. He was looking at it and then he laughed. After he was done laughing he said: "Well, how about that? You do have a nice cock after all. Surprise-surprise! God I wish I were twenty again! No wonder the women like you fucking them. Yeah, I bet you love shoving this beauty in and out of those tight little cunts! When was the last time…yesterday? Did you fuck another hot chick over the weekend? I hope you did, because this beautiful cock of yours won’t ever fuck another pussy again, not once I steal your balls it won’t. Sadly for you, no woman wants a man who doesn’t have his balls.”

I was shaking, and yet my cock got harder still, harder perhaps than I had ever been in my life. He added more spit to my cock head as he ran his thumb over the end of it. In spite of my fear, it felt good, and I didn’t want it to feel good. As he worked my cock that was slick with his spit, he grinned, and then he said: “Yeah, I have to say, you do have a beautiful pole and I really like the big mushroom head! I like sucking young men, especially red heads. I’ve always had a thing for young men who have red hair. And I've been thinking about sucking you for a long time now. Yeah, you are about as hot as they get. And I also enjoy the taste of a young man's cream."

He leaned over the table then, his mouth near my face, and then as he stared into my panicked eyes he said: "I’m in a generous mood. Would you like one final chance to save your huge balls? Would you?”

I nodded my head up and down, rapidly. OH GOD YES! At that point I’d have agreed to anything to keep him from castrating me.

He smiled, and then he said: “I bet you would. Well, OK then, you and I will make one more bet. You can think of it as a free bet, a poker game without the cards. The ante is your nuts. I’m going to suck your cock. To win the bet and to keep your balls, all you’ve got to do is not ejaculate. That’s all. That shouldn’t be all that difficult for a straight boy, with only another man toying with your rod. But I swear to God if you shoot your wad while I’m sucking you then I'm going to steal your hot young sac of balls and collect my bet. So, if you want to keep your jewels, I'd suggest you keep your wad. I should warn you, I’m very good at sucking cocks. I am betting your balls that you will cum. You’re betting your balls you won’t. Do you understand the bet?"

I was staring at him. Was he fucking crazy? The last thing on earth I wanted was for him to give me a blow job.

“If you don’t nod your head right now and answer me, then I’m going to nut you immediately and we will skip the blow job. But if you want to take the bet, then I’ll start sucking you and give you the chance to save your manhood. So, do you want to take the bet?”

I nodded, my eyes wide with fear.

He grinned, a huge grin, and I know my eyes almost bugged out of my head.

He looked to his friends and laughed. Then he said to them: “Didn’t I tell you that Jared would want the blowjob?”

The four goons laughed, and so did Henry. Then he looked at me and said: “Well, might as well start the game, and see who wins the bet. If I win and you shoot a wad, then you’re a eunuch. If you can hold in your sperm, then you win, and stay a man. Mmmm, this should be fun.”

Oh fuck! I decided right then that I wouldn’t cum. No matter what!

He smiled big, and then, he slid downward, his tongue on my chest....and he licked my nipples one after the other. He ran his tongue in little circles over each nipple, and then he blew air on them until they perked up and were pointed. Then, slowly, he licked his way down lower and lower. Finally, he reached my cock, and then he slid his tongue out between his lips and started licking my pole like a Popsicle. He took my rod into his mouth then, all of it, and then he suddenly quit sucking it and sat straight up instead.

He stared at me, and then he said: “Damn. I taste pussy! Wow. Was that why you were late? Getting in a last and final fuck before you lose your balls? I sure taste a cunt, yeah, that’s for sure. I know that taste and you’ve got cunt juice all over your fuck pole.”

Then he leaned over until he was closer to me again, and then his face lit up into a huge grin: “Nice. Well stud, you’ve got a really big hickey on your neck, and from the redness of it and the way it’s puffed I’d say you got it very recently. Well, I hope she was sweet. Yeah, I hope you enjoyed whatever her name was. One thing is for sure. A guy always remembers when he loses his virginity and fucks his first snatch, always. And a eunuch always remembers his last one too. Yeah, I hope she was hot, because whoever you fucked is always gonna be your last memory of being a man and squirting your DNA into a hot and eager pussy.”

I wanted to die. Oh GOD….was the fat dorm bitch named Jenny really going to be my last fuck? No! NO! Oh God I didn’t want to lose my balls!

He laughed. Then, slowly, he reached up and picked up the straight razor that was resting on my stomach, and then he turned it up on edge. Holding it that way, he began to run it downward, scraping it along my skin below my navel. The thing was so sharp it was shaving the hair there, dry shaving me. He kept at it....shaving me....pulling the knife downward until he was dry shaving my pubic hair and taking it off in big tuffs one after the other. As he started to do that, he began to suck my cock again, this time running his tongue up and down my cock, licking the end, playing with my prick with his tongue. He was good at it, very good at it. He worked down to the base of it again, and there he gently chewed on the bottom of my cock, working the sensitive spot under my pole and above my balls. Then, again, he ran his mouth up the side of it...licking the end again when he reached it. Then, almost like a woman's pussy, he opened his lips and sucked in my pole deep inside, so my entire cock was down his throat until my balls were resting against his chin. That was something no girl had ever done for me before. As soon as he did that, he began to slide his mouth up and down over my shaft, literally fucking it with his lips from the tip of my dick to the bottom of my shaft.

I grew even harder in his mouth, and that seemed to excite him. I couldn’t believe it, and I also couldn’t help it. With one hand he worked the razor, shaving all of my pubic hair, and with the other he fondled my balls...feeling out my big testicles as he sucked on my pole and worked my sex. I had never done anything sexual with a man before, and I didn't want to now. Still, it felt good on my dick, and knowing the consequences for ejaculating I fought the feeling with everything I had. But he was good, and knew how to suck a cock, and it was immediately obvious that mine wasn't the first one he'd had down his throat. The honest truth was he was giving me the best head of my life.

The other four guys were giggling as he was sucking my cock, and taking pictures with their cell phones too, while he kept sliding his mouth up and down and up and down....working my pole like it had never been worked. God it felt so damn good! I bucked my hips to stop the feeling...but that only intensified it and the movement shoved my dick down his throat and that made him suck even harder. God. Fuck! His razor was taking my pubic hair, and it was so humiliating. But the fear was the worst of it....the fear of what was going to happen. I was holding my head up, off the table, staring at the blade as it shaved my pubes, knowing my nuts were next if I shot my wad. I stared at him and the razor and the men that were watching. The feeling began to build....and then I knew I would never be able to hold things off.

He seemed to sense it, and he let my dick pop out of his mouth as he concentrated on the shave he was giving my sex hair. My prick quivered, bouncing up and down, the end glistening from his saliva and the tip anointed with a bead of my precum. God I was hard and so fucking close. But thank God he had stopped sucking! I tried to beg him, but the socks stuffed in my mouth turned my words into a mumble. My cock was quivering, bouncing to my heartbeat, and the end of it started to ooze a line of precum that was seeping from my cock’s single eye to the point it coated my shaft. I was very close to shooting my wad. He stared at it and smiled, but he didn’t start sucking again. At least not right away. I think he wanted my red pubic hair before he forced me to ejaculate. He kept dry shaving my groin, and slowly the pubes came off and then I was smooth there. I don’t know how long it took, but eventually it was done and my groin was as smooth as a baby's ass. One of the men put my pubes into a ziplock bag, keeping them as a souvenir I suppose, and held the bag up in front of my face and he grinned as he did so. I had the thought that if they really castrated me, it would probably never grow back.

My hairless cock was still jutting, eager even, stiff and tall and bobbing to my heartbeat as it rose up from my bald groin. My dick seemed bigger than it had ever been. The man with the razor was leering at it, and then he laid the blade next to my cock, and I could see there were markings along the handle of it. He was measuring my dick! Finally, he grinned, and then Henry said: “Almost eight inches. Nice. You are pretty hard kid. I haven’t seen too many men with an eight-inch cock. If I was twenty and had a cock like yours, I’d never in a million years bet my balls in a poker game.”

I tried to beg him, but the socks held my words, and he grinned even wider, and then he said: “Remember, don’t you dare shoot your wad. Otherwise I swear to God I’m going to castrate you.”

Then he leaned over and went back down on my prick, this time sucking it faster, and with more gusto and more like a vacuum cleaner.

Right away I felt my balls begin to boil; I was losing it. One of the other men said "He’s going to shoot Henry. His big nuts are drawn up tight now, and his nipples are points. I think you’re getting to him.”

Then one of the other big goons looked at me and said: “Yeah.....go ahead kid....shoot your wad. How many times have you done it today? Well, you know you want to. Go ahead. One last time. One final time! Yeah, shoot your wad now, yeah, shoot your final wad Jared so Henry can castrate you!"

As he said that, he reached over and started to toy with my nipples, lightly flicking my sensitive nips with his fingers and making tiny circles around them as Henry worked my pole with his wet mouth. I could feel his tongue caressing the underside of my cock head, and my nuts started to churn. I was being stimulated in too many places simultaneously, and it was too much. Way too much!

I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to think of Jenny, and her fat hairy pussy and the ugliness of her body. I tried to think of anything that would keep me from ejaculating, but my nuts churned in spite of my best efforts and the end of my cock flared big. And so it was that as I thought of Jenny I lost control and lost the last bet then, and in spite of every effort I made my dick betrayed me and I began to ejaculate, squirting my last load of seed right down Henry’s throat. God! My entire body shuddered and I shot and shot and shot. Most girls I’ve been with who have given me a blow job always spit out my wad when I start to ejaculate, as they seem to hate the taste. But not Henry. He greedily sucked on my pole, sucking out every single drop of my warm sperm as his mouth milked me dry and I ejaculated my wad like a fire hose.

As I was having my orgasm I jerked against the ropes and my entire body shuddered, and as I arched my back I thrust my squirting pole deeper into his mouth. I wasn’t trying to, but I couldn’t help it. I had never had a feeling as intense as that one, and I'll never forget it as long as I live. As he sucked on my unwilling cock I squirted and squirted, splashing my load into the back of his throat, dumping my load out with a vengeance while he swallowed it down. I don’t know how long I came, but it was the most intense and undoubtedly the longest orgasm of my entire life. The really surprising thing is that I shot the most jism I had ever shot in my lifetime, and I just seemed to keep spurting. But all good things end eventually, and so finally I was done...but even so he kept sucking me...sucking me totally dry and getting every ounce of semen that he could. Even though it was empty, my dick continued to dry-spasm as he kept sucking it like it was giving him nectar from heaven.

He didn't stop even then, and the tip grew ultra sensitive. I never let any girl touch the head of my dick after sex, because it’s way too sensitive, but I wasn’t in control now and there was nothing I could do to pull my dick out of his mouth. He kept sucking, and all I could do was buck my hips and grunt, and soon I was literally screaming into the gag, the entire cock so stimulated that every single nerve tingled. It was way too intense and way too sensitive for me to handle! It was literally painful, the feeling so good and so intense that I couldn't stand it any longer. But he didn’t care. Still he sucked. Harder then, sucking up and down and pulling on it with the pressure of his lips. Then, in a total surprise to me and without any warning at all he shoved two fingers deep in my ass, and then he rotated his wrist and started working my prostate as he continued to suck my rod. What the fuck? Oh GOD, and then I felt the feeling again, building, a second orgasm approaching and my cock still hard and eager and buried to my balls down his throat.

I had never had that happen, ever, and yet sure as shit I started to squirt again, a second load right after the first. It was almost as intense as the first orgasm had been, and I know my eyes rolled back in my head as I started squirting out even more jism. I shot again and again. He was milking me! He was milking me dry and there was no way to stop it. He kept sucking, kept working his fingers deep in my ass, and he just sucked and sucked and sucked as I jerked and screamed and bucked my hips and ejaculated. He still didn't stop even after I finally stopped spurting and my second wad was done. Instead, he kept right on until my dick started to shrink even as he sucked on it. My dick was in overdrive, and it was so sensitive I was arching my back off the table and screaming into the socks stuffed in my mouth. Still, he kept sucking...kept pulling up on it, and working the tip, but nevertheless even so it was just too sensitive and I was too spent and so it slowly turned into a noodle even as he sucked on it like a baby sucks a tit.

Only then, when my dick was totally spent and flaccid in his mouth, did he finally let it go. My dick was like a noodle then, the end red and raw, and my balls were completely empty, my two loads of cream all in his stomach. He hadn’t spilled a single drop!

My spent dick flopped flat along my belly, and he moved back from the table a few feet and just stared at me for a long time, and was licking his lips as if he was savoring the two loads of spunk he had just swallowed. He was in no hurry.

Then he said: “Well, I guess you lost. I think we need to get you ready so I can take your nuts. Before I perform the surgery though, I need to get your balls shaved and prepped. It won’t take too long. Things need to be clean before I cut you.

Then one of the men opened up a small cooler, and Henry pulled out some towels that were steaming hot and very wet. Apparently they had been brought and stored in a cooler to keep them hot, and he took one of the hot towels and used it to wash his hands. I could smell the faint whiff of bleach, and it was clear they were not only hot but they were also made to disinfectant too. After he had cleaned his hands, he wrapped another hot towel around my balls. I almost yelped from the heat, but even so, as hot as it was the towel wasn’t scalding me. But it grabbed my full attention, and because I knew he was using it to get my balls ready for his blade, I started to struggle again as hard as I could. It didn’t make any difference. Next, he took a little shaving cream and smeared it over my bag, and then he used his straight razor and flicked it, in smooth strokes like an expert, over the skin on my sac. It didn’t take him long. In less than five minutes, he had shaved my scrotum as smooth as a billiard ball. He added some more shaving cream to where my pubes had been and where he had dry shaved me, and then he slid his straight-razor over that same spot, removing any stubble that he had previously missed. Then he used another hot wet towel to clean the soap off, and one more clean towel to wipe over his razor, bleaching the blade and wiping it clean of the shaving cream. I was a smooth as a ten year old!

I was staring at him, craning my neck and watching every move with dreaded anticipation. He paused, and put on a pair of surgical gloves, and then he took some kind of iodine based antiseptic that was bright orange, and he poured some on a medical sponge that had been wrapped in clear cellophane. Using the sponge, he swabbed the iodine over and around the top of my scrotum, right where my nuts were growing out of my body, and where he would be making the cut. Then he wiped the blade of his razor with more of the iodine to disinfect it I suppose.

He grinned, and I could tell he was pleased with his workmanship. The hot towels had softened my scrotum, and now my big set of nuts were hanging down between my legs, very much like a bull’s nuts hang on a hot summer day. My two testicles were clearly visible in the bottom of my bag, like two plums ripe for the picking, and the skin was very loose and relaxed and my nuts were swinging between my knees. I think he was waiting for that, almost as if he had done this before. Finally, he turned to one of his goons, and then he said: “He’s ready for the elastrator.”

Without a word being spoken, the man reached down to a bag they had placed below the table, and he picked up what I immediately recognized as a livestock bander, which is used to castrate sheep, goats, and piglets. I had never seen one for real, but I had seen pictures of them. Oh God, he was going to band my balls!

And sure enough, as I watched, he loaded a very tiny green rubber donut over the jaws of the bander, and then he squeezed the pliers and the donut expanded, held apart by four prongs. Then he handed the bander to Henry, and as he did he said: “The kid’s got some big gonads. Are they gonna fit?”

Henry moved the elastrator towards my scrotum, and as he did he said: “Oh yeah, they will fit. I just have to feed his big testicles through the rubber circle, one nut at a time. This thing is designed to castrate an adult ram, but it will work on a big bore hog too, and he’s not that much different. The bander doesn’t care—as far as the boy’s balls go, to the bander Jared’s bag is just another scrotum.”

I started to struggle again, but it didn’t do any good. He fed my big nuts individually through the stretched rubber donut, and then moved it to the top of my scrotum, very close to where my bag grew from my body. As he did that he looked into my eyes and said: “Jared, you’re gonna feel this. But, it will keep things closed nice and tight, and I don’t want you bleeding to death when I collect my debt. I’m going to put two bands on you. One is for you, and one is for me. Hang on tight boy, here’s the first one now.”

Suddenly I heard a snap and it immediately felt like I had been kicked in the nuts, and I grunted, and I jerked my legs against the ropes and tried to close them together. Of course, I couldn’t.

Fuck it hurt! I was banded now!

I've never felt anything like that, before or since. It was so damn tight it felt like it was crushing my sac closed! Oh shit, I bucked my hips and grunted, my eyes wide with panic. As soon as that donut of rubber cinched off my nuts I knew right then it was time. He was about to castrate me! I screamed and jerked like a maniac, and once again I fought the ropes with every ounce of strength in my body. But it didn’t do any good, and he didn't care. He just let me struggle until I had exhausted myself once again, and then as I lay there breathing heavily through my nose with my eyes wide open in panic, he slowly loaded the elastrator with a second green donut. Then, once again he fished my big balls through the opening one nut at a time, and slid it up until it was next to the first band. Then, this time without saying anything, I heard the same snap sound, and once again I felt like I had been kicked in the balls all over again. FUCK!

The two little rubber donuts were side-by-side, one on top of the other, and they were about a quarter of inch apart. They were so damn tight that my nuts started to immediately darken. The bands effectively isolated my balls from my body and cinched closed the top of my scrotum to the point that my nuts were now beginning to die.

I started fighting the ropes again then, and I bucked my hips and grunted into my gag as hard as I could...literally screaming for mercy. Oh GOD IT HURT SO DAMN MUCH!

He didn’t care. Then he said: “Well kid, you’re being castrated now. If I didn’t do anything else, you’d be a eunuch in a couple of hours. But I’m going to speed up the process, and get that big scrotum you wagered into a jar. It’s mine now, and has been, ever since you made the bet and didn’t have the cash to cover it.”

Two of the big Poker Club players then reached out and held me down, putting pressure on my shoulders and pinning me to the table. The other two men held onto my thighs and pressed them hard into the poker table too, immobilizing me even more than the ropes alone did. This was it! It was going to happen now! Then, as I craned my head forward at the neck and watched with wide eyes, Henry picked up my bound nuts in his left hand then, and holding his straight razor in the right, he said "Well...sorry kid, but I hope you enjoyed your last wad. Your sperm was really hot, and very sweet and you sure pumped out a lot of goo. You are one very hot young man. And of course I fully realize that it's a waste to nut you. At least from your perspective. Oh well, a bet's a bet, and so now I'm going to take your balls just like I warned you I would.”

He lifted the blade of the razor up so I could see it, and it caught my attention and I couldn’t help but stare at it. Then, he leaned over me until he was closer to my face, and that’s when he said: “Before I do it there is one thing that you should know. See the blade? In a few seconds it’s going to steal your balls. But as I said, the important thing for you to remember is that this was never about the money. You are a stupid fuck, and you can’t play poker worth shit. All I wanted, from the very first time I invited you into the Club, was to take your balls. Yeah, your balls were always my goal. You were the dorm poker champ, and the way you loved the game and were addicted to the win made you a ripe target. So, you caught my attention. But, of course, I couldn’t just take them. That’s not how we do it in the Club. No, the trick was I had to win them fair and square, so I had to get you to bet them, to put your own nads on the line and to bet your nuts in a poker game. And you did. Yeah, you bet your fucking balls in a game of cards, and you knew it when you did it. If it helps, at least know you aren’t the only stupid fuck that I’ve nutted. But you are definitely the hottest, and your scrotum is by far the biggest trophy any of us has ever taken.”

He grinned then, and I felt so fucking stupid. Then he lowered his voice, and said: “You know, you could have folded. All you had to do was toss in your cards and walk away and you wouldn’t be getting castrated now. Do you remember that I even told you to fold? I actually told you not to call the bet and to walk away instead. I also told you to your face that if you made the bet then I would turn you into a eunuch. But you made the bet anyway. And you know what? You are one stupid fucker. If you had followed my advice the only money you would have lost was the money we let you win. That’s really all you had on the line. But no, you got greedy kid, and you never should have bet your nuts if you didn’t have the money. Just remember that, because later, when you are feeling sorry for yourself, just remember it was your own greed that cost you your balls."