The Highlands, Scotland, 1976. 

Joe and Carl were two brothers who stayed at and managed an Inn in the middle of nowhere of the Scottish Highlands. It was the 16th of December, 1976. They were staying at the Inn to welcome any visitors they may get over the Christmas period however they were sure no one would visit as the snow outside was the deepest all year and was still coming down. Surely no one would travel in this weather? Joe and Carl userly had the rest of the family there as well (mum, dad, 3 sisters, 2 grandparents and 2 other younger cousins) but they had all left last weekend and would be arriving back after Christmas. For now it was just the boys in charge of the Inn. 

Carl was chopping Wood whilst Joe was cleaning the house stables. It was so cold. They tendered to just laugh and joke whilst doing it though to keep them entertained. Then Carl spotted somone coming up to the Inn. He alerted Joe and they both went to greet him. It was surprising they had a visitor, Surely the snow was far too deep?

The stranger greeted the two young lads. 'Finally' He announced. Carl noticed he had a beaming smile lit up on his face. But not a nice one, more sinister. A shiver ran down Carl's spine as the old man glanced at him. The stranger was short, with a scruffy gray beard. His eyes were dark brown and stared in an uncomfortable way.

'Hey' the lads said 'come on in!' Joe exclaimed. Finally they had a visitor, he thought. The guy seemed nice as well, smiling lots. He didn't understand why Carl seemed to be so cold and unfriendly? They had another guest!

The old man's name was Darkmon. They chatted for a while, with particularly Joe and Darkmon engaging. Carl was suspicions of the man, something about him made Carl shiver, so he stayed quiet. 

'Sure, I'll take you to your room.' Said Joe. He then showed Darkmon to his room, leaving him there to relax. Joe smiled until he came back to Carl. 'That man is nasty. Trust me!' Carl immediately blurted out to Joe when he came in. 'Wha- what's your actual problem?' Joe blurted back. Why was Carl so unfriendly. Carl was never like this. 'That guy is really nice. He was so friendly. Too bad you were just unfriendly?' Joe retorted. Then Joe stormed off. He didn't see why Carl had such a big issue?

'Perfect, perfect, perfect.' Darkmon muttered with his small cock now hard. This was perfect for him literally. These young lads were his targets. He needed all 4 of their grapes and both bannanas on display. Joe would be easy, hopefully. Joe was nice and friendly so he'd already garnered the lads trust. He was also a perfect specimen too, he was a good looker, natural blonde hair in a boyish cut, but also a boyish face with blue eyes. The lad was 19, likely a virgin. Carl would be harder to tame, but if he took out Joe things would be easier. Carl was older, 23. He had brownish blonde hair but still a cute boyish face. Both were perfect for getting cut.

At dinner, things went mixed. Carl sat there still very suspicious. He was only worried about his brother. This guy seemed to touch Joe lots and was becoming a bit too comfortable with him. Carl was very protective over Joe, Joe was still young and hadn't experienced life as much. Carl knew alot more as he lived in Glasgow alot of the year, whereas Joe hadn't yet explored. He was going to be going in the new year however. Carl also knew that Joe was gay, which did make this old man being so close even more weird to Carl.

Darkmon had set his plans in action, him and Joe were being even more friendly. Darkmon had drugged Joe however, which meant he'd be knocked out in an hour. That's when the castration would begin.

Joe was very tired after dinner so he went over to bed. Tonight was fun, Darkmon seemed friendly. Unfortunately Carl was still cold, but Joe knew he was just protective and worried. There was nothing to be worried about though. Darkmon seemed like a fine guy. Joe did feel very tired however, like very. He changed, slipping off his trousers and going to bed in just a t-shirt and boxers. He was a bit hard, he couldn't lie, with his sweaty boxers buldging from his monster cock. Joe just decided to sleep however, which he did with ease.

Darkmon crept out of his bedroom across the hallway to Joe's bedroom. He pushed open the door and shut and locked it behind his back. Joe was sleeping peacefully. He looked so handsome and cute layed down in the bed like that. Darkmon knew he wouldn't wake up with ease either thanks to the pills he'd drunk without knowing. Darkmon had a tool box with him, full of castration devices. The box had been snuck into his backpack, the lads obviously hadn't noticed or bothered to check. Darkmon then went to work.

He stared by pulling to duvet off of Joe exposing him. He was only wearing a pair of bulging boxers and a t-shirt. Darkmon first started by clamping Joe's arms and legs down so that he couldn't move. He then couldn't resist any longer and pulled down Joe's boxers to reveal an absolute monster cock (6 inch, just soft) and a huge set of juicy testicles, each the size if not bigger than lemons. It was the most amazing thing Darkmon had ever seen, and he almost felt bad he was about to cut all of it off and ruin this poor lads incredible virgin package. His package was very hot and sweaty, probably because it was all trapped and bundled in those pair of tight small boxers which were clearly strangling his testicles. I mean, if you treat your boys that badly surely you wouldn't even care if they are gone? Thought Darkmon.

Darkmon then decided he wanted to make the most of the lad before castration. He stripped naked and went on top of him hugging the lads pale body like an animal. He then stuck his much smaller package into Joe's mouth and began to fuck the poor guy. Darkmon saw that Joe's eyes began to open back up in confusion. His blue eyes looked up in distress, and he began to struggle out of Darkmon's grip. 'Wha- help!' Joe tried to scream in distress but his mouth was full of dick and testicles. He tried moving his arms and legs but couldn't. He was trapped. However, something did feel good. His cock was rock solid and being stroked in the most satisfying motion Joe had ever experienced. Joe decided to give in to the pleasure and let him self get fucked. Darkmon was doing it so aggressively it felt good on Joe and he cried out in extra satisfaction and pleasure. He was about to cum but then Darkmon let go and taped up his mouth putting a balaclava around Joe's face. Then Darkmon grabbed Joe's package and tightened two seriously tight bands around his throbbing cock and then a second around each of his testicles. It was painful but Joe had to admit it felt so good as he could feel the sensation being cut off from the rest of his body. He continued moaning and exerting more pleasure as the bands tightened more and more. His poor testicles went from a boiling hot to a freezing dying cold. Darkmon then pulled out a scalpel and got ready to perform the final castration. Joe was about to be neutered. 

•Upvote if you'd like me to post part 2 to this, and if you want to see what happened to Joe and his brother...