The Queen evaluated the 7 men that had petitioned to serve in her royal employ.  They were the typical lot, men’s whose families were poor and wished to elevate themselves and their family name.

“You all understand the sacrifice that is required of you to serve in your queen's employ yes?”

“Yes queen!”  The deep voices of the 7 males affirmed.

“You will no longer be men.  I can not allow an intact male in my palace.  I also can only allow those with large offerings.  I have found that smaller men who have less to lose also have less to sacrifice and therefore turn out to be less loyal in their service.”

“Disrobe!”  The queen demanded.  

The 7 men removed all clothing.  The queen was pleased to see that her servants had made sure the men had bathed.  She was also pleased to see that this round of recruits had quite the fruits.  Well, most of them anyway.

I will now evaluate your offerings.  The queen approached the first man and grasped his mightly flaccid phallus and lifted it up against his dark thick hairy forest.  His deep scrotum hung low with two glorious offerings.

The queen grabbed him by the neck of his sack, tightening the skin around his fruits and she twisted them upwards so she could evaluate their girth.  

The man’s eyes bulged and he sucked in a breath at the rough handling of his fruits.  Quite adequate, said the queen releasing the man's peach sized nuts.  These bollocks will serve, you will be allowed to join my employ. 

The queen did the same with the next four men.  Grabbing them by the necks of their sacks and twisting their fruits upwards to face her.  She was quite pleased with this crop.  However, when the queen came to the 6th man she finally had reason for displeasure.

The queen reached between his nearly hairless legs, viciously grabbing his sack in anger and roughly rotating it upwards.  The man squeaked out a high pitched and dismayed yelp at his queen's hostile takeover of his nuts.

“This, THIS is your offering.  These small grapes will not serve.  This is an insult.”  “Castrators!!”  The queen called.  “You are a pitiful subject and you will be punished for your impertinence.”

“Please your majesty, please noooo!  Your majesty, please allow me to return to my village as a man so as to better serve this kingdom.”  The peasant begged.

“The best service you can offer is to eliminate yourself from the gene pool.”  

The four royal castrators, all of which were gorgeous handmaidens, surrounded the man.  Within seconds there were screams.  

The queen noticed that the remaining six men in the room surreptitiously glanced over in an effort to view the work of the castrators.  

She also noted with satisfaction that their legs closed in around their bollocks and their testicles retracted.

Seconds later two small whitish grey grapes were discarded one after another on the floor in plain view of the six remaining men.  They all began to sweat.  

“NOOOO, GOD NO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!  WHAT HAVE YOU MADE ME!!  WHAT WILL MY LADY FRIEND THINK.”  The castrated man wailed as he hung limply supported by two of the castrators.  His empty sack looked pathetic.  

The castrators had left the bottom of his scrotum bleeding and open.  This man would not require suturing.  His empty sack swayed as he continued to rant and wail.  
“GUARDS!!”  The queen commanded and two of the royal eunuch’s took the man from the room.

The queen then approached her final subject.  She swatted his thigh with her hand.  “OPEN THEM.”  She commanded.  The man opened his legs allowing his bollocks and cock to swing free.  

The man had somehow achieved an obscene and veiny erection with a monster cock the size of a forearm.  The hungry beast snapped up so hard a slap echoed in the chamber as it impacted against his stomach and came to a bobbing rest pointing straight up at his queen's face.

The man’s cheeks glowed red.

“Well, now.  Well indeed.  This is an offering!”  The queen commented.  The queen clasped her hand around the cord of his left nut and slid it down the cord until her grasp reached midway down his bull sized nut.  Then without warning her grip tightened severely.  

The man doubled forward gasping for air.  The queen's grip tightened further until all of her force came to bear down upon this man’s left bollock.

“And quite strong too” the Queen commented as the testicle failed to be crushed inwards.

“Castrators!”  The queen demanded.  “This man is to receive a half cut.”  

The queen then released the man’s heavy left gonad and then went into hefting each testicle in turn.  The queen soon determined that the man’s left spunk tank was indeed his largest nut.

“Take his left bollock and leave the right for now”. The queen commanded.

“If he proves to be an adequate lover you may all share in his gifts.”  The queen then looked the man directly in the eye.  “You servant are to be allowed to fuck your queen and her royal handmaidens!  Your first fuck will be tonight and I expect a strong performance.  If you let something so small as a half cut slow you down you shall then loose your remaining claim to manhood the very next day.”

“If you attempt to dominate during your efforts you will lose more than your last remaining testicle, your proud manhood will be fully stripped from you.  The queen grasped his obscene member with great force to emphasize her words.  “DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?”

The other men leaned slightly forward with jealousy and then shame as they saw this lucky bastard’s monstrous package.  The man’s giant cock grasped in the queens hand and his stallion bollocks swaying lazily between his legs.

“Yes queen.”  came the man’s reply.  A heightened pitch squeaked through his voice at the end of his annunciation.  Good.  thought the queen.  Good.  He will breed well in bed it seems.

The man’s member then let loose a mighty eruption of white hot gizz that sprayed across the queen’s face.  The man looked on in horror.  The queen however closed her eyes in and shifted the man’s member as it continued to erupt so as to soak the sides of her head, her hair, neck, and her glorious bossom.  

With her other hand the queen pulled down the top of her dress exposing  her pendulous breasts and aimed her studs shaft to deliver spurt after spurt of hot gizz straight into her melons..  

After the man’s eruptions were finally exhausted the queen stood with eyes still closed, one hand still clasped on the man’s member, other hand grasping one of her cum soaked ripe melons.  Both breasts were pointing upwards towards the ceiling with cum dripping from their hard nipples.

The queen arched her neck backwards with her closed eyes facing the ceiling.  The cum rolled off her face, draining downwards and streaming down her cleavage between her glorious melons and she was in complete delight.  Luxuriating in her handsome man servants warm gift.

The queen sighed in relief and delight and released the man’s member.

“CASTRATORS!”  The queen commanded as she took a towel from a royal eunuch to wipe her face.  The royal handmaidens approached the soon to be unmanned servants.  

All six remaining men were secured to the manacles on the stone wall.  Legs spread wide and arms and hands restrained above their heads.

The handmaidens descended upon the first two men.  Soon two sacks were to be opened and the screams would ring out in the chamber.  

The queen approached the two men that were in the middle of their castrations so as to view their loss from a prime position.  Her cum soaked breasts attracted the attention of the four men who weren’t currently being castrated just as much as the castrations were attracting their attention.

The handmaidens’ every movement reflected confidence and economy.  They worked in pairs of two.  One woman pinched the bottom of each man’s sack and pulled it tight down between his legs.

The second woman then approached the taught sack with a cruel looking small hooked knife.  The sharp curved blade was placed horizontally just above the hand of the first woman but well below the men’s large bollocks.  

The men both quieted and held completely still.  Their leg muscles were tense and as they strained to push themselves back and away from that cruel cold blade that rested against the manhood that had always been there, always right between their legs.  

The arms of the second women tensed and the men sucked in a deep breath anticipating the next move of the knife.  The second woman drew the blade through the taught tip end of the scrotum and the bottom tip of the mens’ sacks were neatly removed.

The men’s screaming began and then the begging began to ensue.  The queen no longer heard these sounds after years of this routine.  She had heard them all, it was always some variation of “NO QUEEN.  QUEEN LET ME WHOLE.  LET ME SERVE IN YOUR HAREM!”  

It was the same each time.  Almost every man that came to her had been told that he was the biggest fish in town and they all harbored the hope of keeping their large offering and living only to satisfy the needs of herself and her handmaidens.  

The two mens whitish grey orbs peaked through the bottoms of their open sacks.  The second woman then tossed the tips of the mens’ sacks to the floor behind them as the first woman then grabbed the mens sacks on one side by the neck and drew her hand down hard and fast effectively shucking one of their fruits from their protective covering.

She did this one nut at a time, shucking first the left nut to freedom and then the right.  Once both testes were in the warm light of the lantern lit chamber, the queen’s left hand descended below the hem of her dress and her dress parted as her hand then raised upwards beneath it traveling towards her sex.

Something about that iridescent white color of the men’s free bollocks aroused her so intensly that she just could not control herself.  The queen stared at those pale man orbs as her left forearm muscles began to ripple quickly..

The Queen did not hear the rising panicked noises as each man saw his exposed fruits for the first time, hanging freely outside his body.  Her high pitched and breathy voice was busy joining the high pitched chorus of the men being emasculated.

They were finally realizing that what had always been theirs, their reproductive potential, their ability to please a woman and their very maleness was soon to be discarded as chaff .  That weight that had always hung assuringly between their legs was about to be greatly reduced.  

She noticed the mens legs began to involuntarily shudder as lines of crimson were drawing down their legs.  

The second woman in each pair now grabbed each man's left testicle and pulled it down deep between the mens legs, far below the right testicle.  The first woman laid the wickedly sharp knife against the cords of this baby maker and then swiftly severed it from the male’s body.  

Ragged utterances filled the chamber as the half males registered the loss. This first testicle was tossed carelessly to the floor behind the women, joining the discarded tips of the mens’ sacks along with the two pitiful grapes of the previously failed subject.  

The loss of a testicle was an exquisitely fearful experience for a man.  It was a shame that it was an experience that each man on this earth was only able to have twice.  The fat white orbs with their cords haphazardly coiled on the floor sat there carelessly discarded.  

The queen orgasmed and turned to look at the other two men who were soon to experience a full castration themselves.  They were stark white, pale as ghosts, yet their members betrayed them.  Each mighty phallus pointed stiffly upwards.  

Perhaps it was the sight of their queen’s exposed and bouncing breasts as she pleased herself.  Perhaps it was their peens seeking one last erection before finally going dormant forever.  The queen did not know but she felt a second orgasm coming on just as she was finishing her first.

The queen's eyes closed and her breathing came in great shudders.  Her breasts jiggled wildly and her high pitched gasps of delight crescendoed louder above the men’s noise.

Once she opened her eyes again she saw again the stiff cocks of those awaiting their cuttings.  They looked to be lusting after her yes, but they also now looked as if they might sick up.  She couldn’t stand a man that sicked up at the cutting of his fruits.  

Castration was just a simple fact of life for a male.  You break a rule, then you are trotted out to the public stand in the town square stark naked.  There, in front of all, you lose a testicle.  A woman accuses you of uncouthly staring at her breasts and again the town gets to gather to see a testicle removed.  

Your wife announces that she is done having children, then both are taken from you in front of your town, your wife, your friends, your ex-lovers, and all who come to gather.  

Men are regularly cut in batches in every town across the kingdom.  There on the platformed stages in the middle of every village square.  They are bent down over one of many wooden trusses.  Their hands and legs tied apart at the posts.  Scrotums hanging in direct view of the onlookers.

Royally trained handmaidens then cut into their fat sacks and toss their contents back into the crowd.  Women often jumped and vying to catch one of the testicles of a man they had perhaps once ridden.  Wanting to keep a momento of the male they once had sexed.  Women often later shared and compared their bollocks later at meetups.

These cuttings kept the males in control and brought much needed morale boosting to the villages.  The women shuddered with glee at these events.  Some of the men even enjoyed the show.  The eunuchs got to feel a sense of satisfaction at seeing males that had treated them as inferiors brought low.

Whether you lost your testicles one at a time or both at once it was just a fact of life.  It was pitiful that men worked themselves up over losing these unnecessary attachments that were so easily un-attached from them.  

A woman didn't cry when her time of month came and she bled between the legs.  Honestly men were a weak and pitiful sex.

The two half castrated men both entered a state of shock and had now lost all will to remain upright.  Surrendering themselves to the support of their manacles.

Soon their remaining testicles were pulled taught and again the wicked curved knife, now  crimson, was laid against their last remaining holds to manhood.  The royal handmaidens paused as they looked up into the faces of the defeated men.  

As soon as the men made eye contact with them the blade was drawn through the cords of these wretches’ last claim to masculinity.  

The once men managed to look up briefly as their last testicle, the one that had still kept them a man, was casually tossed backwards to land amid the wreckage of their other bits of maleness.  Their last plumbs landed with a thud that resounded deep in the recessed corridors of their minds.

They stared on after their fat baby makers as if wishing them back but there they sat.  Their mighty white iridescent orbs, with a covering of dirt, cords haphazardly strewn about.  The evidence was undeniable, they had been wholly and completely unmanned and there was no undoing it.  

There were to be no more erections.  No more delighted shocked female cooing as their gifts were revealed.  No more feminine crying out as their erections plundered depths never before discovered by other men.  No more complete domination of the female form.

If they were to somehow return to their village.  Any futile attempt at love would be met with a shocked probing of their empty sacks.  Laughter at what had become of them would bubble out and the legends of their masculine prowess would be dashed forever.