Two years ago I inherited the family farm and wealth. Having turned 21 today, I was now considered of age. ~Honk~ ~Honk~ Finally!!! My body’s energy found an outlet as my legs pumped my way out the door, the screen door slammed shut behind me, and I heard the creaky hinge of my cousins truck groan as I opened the door to her F250. “AaaaNNNHAAAAhhh!!! Came a high pitched squeal followed by an over enthusiastic hug. “Happy Birthday Anna!!! “Thanks Lottie” I smiled “Ready yourself babes, cuz I’m about to have the time of my life watching your face turn red-er than Rudolph's nose when you see all of those naked men!!!” I smiled, and admittedly felt my cheeks flush a little but I replied with a plodding. “I’ve seen men naked before you know Lottie.” “Not like this you haven't! But no time for that, we’ve got to be going if we want to get our pick of the litter.” The sun was just cracking the horizon. The aroma from the coffee we had grabbed was buoying my spirit and grounding my nerves. “Aaaaaaand here we are!!” Lottie said as we walked around a corner. She turned to walk backwards, studying my face as I saw the market come into view. It was an ocean of skin. A colosseum of organized nude male chaos. I felt my face beam hot. I looked for something ordinary to stare at to help anchor my attention. Lottie’s hands held my face. She had stepped in front of me and her blue eyes connected with mine settling me. “Hey, I got you cuz, don’t let all this wildness flip your switch okay?” I took a deep breath. That was exactly what I needed. “I’ve got this, now let’s get me some farm slaves!” “I know just the place for that!” Lottie said. Her grip on my hand felt reassuring as she dragged me onwards at a much more eager pace than I was really feeling. She slowed as we hit the crowd. We had arrived at the chaos. Shop keeping women were rushing to finish setting up the stages and were commanding their slaves about. The nude men were shuffling to and fro and so were their bits. We were in the thick of it now and they were all around us. I tightened my grip on my cousin’s hand as I walked slowly with my body against her back. I couldn’t help but look, it was the only thing I could really even find to look at being overshadowed by the men as I was. They were like magnets, I couldn’t not see them. I had no idea they came in so many shapes and sizes. A deep hanging scrotum with a heavy set of bollocks caught my attention. The sack twisted and swung about, the large orbs casually banging into the man’s thighs and at times even getting briefly caught between his thighs as he moved. It was mesmerizing. I felt a large warm soft tube-like thing brush the side of my arm and I looked back to find that it had been a particularly large cock. My arm felt warm and tingly where it had brushed up against me. I was fascinated and surprisingly had to fight an urge to go back to hold and lift that cock. I was glad no one could see my face, I was feeling like a pervert but was too intoxicated to stop. I let my free arm hang more loosely and opened my hand slightly. I closed my eyes as a sea of masculine sensations stole across my skin. Warm bits of maleness began contacting and rolling across my arm. Thick ropes of cock, smaller stiffer feeling peens, soft leathery warm scrotums, several plums… I felt an ecstasy beginning to take me. Orange-yellow light shocked my retinas through my eyelids. I opened my eyes to see that we had come through the other side of that ocean of men. On this side of the arena the stages were mostly set. I found myself reading an ad that declared “Safe Erotic slaves trained in the subtle art of inducing the sublime and sensual female orgasmic experience.” I immediately looked about for something else to be seen looking at. I felt my cheeks flush as a grin cracked Lottie’s face. “Ahhhh I see what has caught your eye right off the bat cuz!” Charlotte said slyly giving me her signature sidelong look. “Uuugh, it was just the first thing I saw after popping through that storm.” “I know, it was wonderful wasn’t it!” Lottie said with a contented inhale. “Well, after we go get you set up with some farm slaves, I’m thinking we should throw a couple of sex toys in your cart too! To celebrate your birthday, your coming of age… You’ve been inducted into a new world now cousin. You're a woman now." “Ha, um, I mean as interesting as that sounds, I was really just surprised and embarrassed to read that ad… It’s not something I’d ever considered to be a thing before.” “And why not. We’re grown ass women, we don’t have time to be scrubbing through the worlds slim minority of decent men to find a date. That’s an outdated and failed model. Trust me cuz, come with me to look at them.” “No, really, I’m okay, but I do appreciate the festive spirit!!” “Trust me, you’ll feel so much better if you can get a good fuck in time to time when you need it. It’ll clear your mind, loosen you up and get out of your own head. I do my best planning and working after a good fuck.” “Well, I mean, that does sound helpful” I replied. “IT DEFINITELY IS!!! Well you go then!?!?! Pleeeeeeeeeeease!” “Okay, I mean, I’ll look at them with you, but first we have to get some farm hand slaves.” “Already got you covered girl, Patsy’s Farm Hands!! Here we are!.” A large purple stand with bright yellow letters saying as much assaulted my eyes. “Miss Patsy!!” Lottie called. “Miss Patsy!” Miss Patsy turned out to be a robust woman, emphasis on bust, that seemed to have a firm hand on her slaves. “My dears!” “What can I do ya for?” Miss Patsy’s chipper southern accent greeted us. “Miss Patsy, my cousin Anna here is looking for some slaves to work her cattle farm.” “Cattle farm eh. Well it's a good thing you got here early, I have just the thing!” Patsy led us over to some very large hairy men. My eye was instantly drawn to their endowments, some of which were about as shocking in size as the men themselves. “These have been being trained in the ranching business since they could walk. They could basically run your farm for you. You need cattle weaned, hay baled, breech calves delivered, barns built, whatever it is they’ve done it and more than a few times.” “They’re a little..... Big” I finished, feeling intimidated about being alone on my farm with such large men. “Well of course they are darlin, that’s how you need em, they’re good men though. But, they’ve finished their growin. If you're a little nervous about it, take em on down to the cutters and get em clipped. They’ll be as docile as a babe after that.” “The men looked at us with a bit of panic in their eyes.” “Oh now you cut that out!” Patsy said to one of them as she smacked him in the balls. “Don’t be trying to make our young lady feel bad for you lot. If she wants ya cut, then you’ll be cut. That’s pretty much how all of ya end up anyway so you can just shut it on down right now. You’ens knew this day was a comin.” I felt stunned at this casual speech and the alacrity and fear with which the men obeyed. Even being so much bigger than Patsy they jumped at her words and the one who took a swat right in the nads didn’t even consider fighting back. He was still clutching himself down there and looked quite remorseful. Well, they seem docile enough I thought, maybe I could be nice and just leave them as they are. “Oh ya big baby.” Patsy said looking at the man who was clutching his nuts in pain. “I barely slapped ya.” Patsy then turned back to face me. “Ya see Anna, when you get them cut you don’t have to worry about them bumping their bits accidental like and then losing their minds over it.” “What do you think?” I turned to Lottie. “Miss Patsy raises the best of them. I think you would be fine even if you left them intact but you can’t go wrong with cutting. It definitely improves focus and reduces bad behaviors. Plus if you ever go to sell some of them, a cut slave is worth more.” “How much then?” I asked Patsy “For this group of five lads I couldn’t take less than 200 quid. Raised them up myself for the last 20 years and they’re the best of em” “Will you take care of their cutting for me?” Patsy just gave me an odd look at that statement. “Sorry Patsy, I should have said, this is Anna’s first time to market, she just turned 21 today” My cousin cut in. “Ahhhhh, well welcome to womanhood then miss Anna!” Patsy congratulated me. “For any slave you might wanna cut Anna, you just take them on down to the cutting yard. The cutting is provided free by the queen’s handmaidens. The queen insures them too. If one were to die on you, the queen will reimburse you. But it pretty much never happens, these girls are trained real well. You just take the lads with you and you just let the handmaidens know who it is you want cut and they’ll take care of it for you.” “Oh… well good then I guess. In that case, I’ll take them” “Good, well I’ll write you up your receipt then.” “Alright” Charlotte exclaimed after we had paid. “Come on Boys. And you too Anna, now let’s go get you some guards.” “Oh good” I said. Feeling some of my unease and tension melt away. “But… how can we guarantee that the guards will be safe around me?” “Oh you’ll see” Charlotte responded. Soon we were at “Beth’s Bodyguards”. “She’s the best” Lottie offered as we walked up. “What can I help you with today ladies?” Said a sleek tall raven haired woman. “We’d like to see your best personal guards.” Lottie requested. “Right this way then” Said the tall woman. We were led between different lines of ment that were somehow even taller and bigger than my farmers. “What is that?” I asked, pointing at the scrotums of a few of the men. At this point I had realized that it was commonplace for women who were shopping to look at a man down there and these men’s scrotums were glowing green with a slow and faint pulse. “Teste-techs” My cousin answered. “Test-what?” “Teste-techs. They’re a device implanted into the inside of each man's bollocks. Super expensive tech but very worth it. They will be paired to a monitor receiver that will be implanted into your spine.” “Yikes!” I said “Oh no” my cousin continued. “It’s nothing to worry about and trust me you want it. It will detect soooo much about you, your health, your happiness and well being, all sorts of useful metrics that can benefit you.” “But, the main thing” my cousin continued, “is, that if you are in pain, it causes an equal amount of pain to the testicles of the men you are paired with. If you are happy, it will actually cause pleasurable sensations for them. It’s not something that they can remove either without removing much more than any man would do of his own free will anyway.” “Too true” Beth cut in. “Also, if it detects tampering it will implode and destroy the bollock which it is implanted in. Additionally, if they were to hurt you the sensors would detect it and it would instantly fry their testicles from the inside causing a pain so debilitating they wouldn’t walk for a month. On top of all this, if you were to die for any reason related to trauma, they would implode. You can see how these men will be very dedicated to your protection, not to mention your wellbeing and happiness.” “Ahh, here we are dears. These are the best of the best” Beth had led us to three of the biggest men I had ever seen. Massively tall and well built. Their packages were not bad either but honestly they werent as surprising as some others I had spied so far. “These men” Beth continued, “have been trained in all the most well respected martial art practices and schools. They have proven time and again that they can disable 4-6 men alone in a fair fight. More if the men they are fighting have no experience at all. 6,000 quid is the asking price.” My mouth almost fell open. 6,000 quid. I had many times that of course but I’d never paid 6,000 quid for anything in my life. “Trust me Anna, it will be the best money you’ve ever spent, and just wait until we find you a trained stud, boy will you be happy that their teste-techs motivate them to please you.” “6,000 it is then?” 3 minutes later I had a chip implanted in my spine, which was much less fuss than I had thought, my men’s nut sacks were now glowing a faint pulsing blue indicating that they were linked to me. Our little party had increased to Lottie, me and now 8 men following us. The three body guards I noticed automatically took a triangular stance around me and Lottie. They kept a wary eye and scanned the crowd carefully. Once when I tripped the one closest to me caught me gently by the elbow. Lottie was right, I felt quite safe and cared for. As for Lottie, she was happier than ever, I had finally given in to her and she was taking me to the studs next. “Good morning ladies” a gorgeous redhead greeted us at Greta's Gentlemen. I had no idea what was up with all of the alliterations but I was beginning to love it here. It was so fun, my cousin had been right. “And what are we on the hunt for today?” Greta asked. “Tall, fit, dark haired and HANDSOME, that’s our type!!!” Came my cousin’s reply. “Follow me madams” “And viola!” Gretta gestured towards 5 men who matched Lotties description. “OH WOW!” I expressed “Wow indeed cousin, wait until you get one of these home.” “Please, feel free to explore them. I always encourage a good matchup. It’s best if the man responds naturally to you. We can play with the hormones if we must, but it isn’t quite as seamless. Attractive women like yourselves though should have no issue finding a man to your desires. Still, feel free to explore them. You may take this room here.” Gretta gestured to an open door where plush pillows, clean linens and two large comfy beds sat. I felt my face go white. “It’s okay Anna, you’ll be totally safe, the teste-techs remember.” “Uh huh” I heard myself say in an uncomfortable voice. “Do you want me to go in with you?” Lottie asked. “Um, yes please!” Seconds later the 5 men were in the room, their teste-techs pulsing blue. I stood there uncertain what to do. “Well, take your clothes off already, and see who gets hard.” Lottie demanded. I did as Lottie recommended and raised my blouse over my head, I dropped my bra to the floor and felt my paps bask in the free air and then gently bounce themselves to a resting position on my chest. I then bent down and removed my shoes, pants and panties. I closed my eyes, stood up and braced myself for the potential rejection of 5 limp penises. “Anna, look already!” I heard my cousin say. I opened my eyes and turned about myself to see 5 of the largest penises I had ever seen pointing hard and straight out at me. “It looks like you have your pick of the litter” Lottie surmised. “Indeed… but Lottie, I think these guys are maybe too big for me.” “Well, they may be now, but don’t worry about that. I promise you that after you get going, you’ll be so glad you got a hung one. If you started small you’d find yourself quite tired of it pretty quickly and be back to market within a week, I promise.” “Well…. Okay.” “Look, don’t worry about riding one right now. Just touch them, feel them, see which you respond to most.” I looked up at the faces of all the men, and they were all quite handsome. One though had some very warm grey eyes. I looked back down at his package and was immediately intimidated again but I slowly took his member in my hand. It was too big for me to clasp my fingers all the way around it. It was warm, and hard yes… but also soft. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his member. I stood there until I began to feel comfortable with him. I was impressed that he hadn’t moved, or bucked his member into me. I looked up to see his grey eyes again but they were closed. His face showed a sort of ecstasy but also a determination to hold still for me. I could tell he didn’t want to startle me. I was instantly in love. I began to slowly and softly pump his member and I heard him stifle a moan, I felt his cock throb bigger and saw his leg muscles shudder. I increased my pumping and then felt his member preparing itself, it began to rear up and then finally ejected. I moved aside and it shot across the room. I kept pumping him and watched as wave after wave splattered the walls and floor. Finally the pulsing stopped and he began to dribble. I patted his bollocks softly a few times and then looked back up at him. His grey eyes instantly connected with mine and he was glowing. “Him” I said. “It's him, he’s the one I want and I don’t even care what he costs.” 3,500 hundred quid later and I was off following Lottie on our next adventure. This time I was to be a little disappointed though. “Hard laborers?” I said. “Yes” She replied. “The slaves you have bought so far have been experts. These here failed at their training programs for whatever reason, testosterone poisoning most likely. But under the command of your other slaves, having several of this lot will make your farm flourish.” “Sounds to me like you got bitch poisoning most likely” One of them said to lottie. He was the biggest one of them and he had an impressive set of plums I noted. “Don’t let his bravado fool you, this lot just failed to succeed in skilled labor and they know being bought is pretty much synonymous with being cut for them.” My cousin said as if to me, but she was clearly staring the big man in the face. “More like being bought means working for a stupid cunt like you.” The big man retorted. One of my bodyguards immediately stepped between us and this rascal. Big as this man was he was dwarfed by my guard. I put my hand gently on my guard’s arm. “Thank you for protecting us, but I’m okay” The guard looked down at me with some concern but he did step back. “I’ll throw this one in for free if you buy 5 others”. The woman who ran the shop said. He’s been trouble alright but just get him a good short cut and he’ll get over himself.” “The fuck I will” The man began to say, but at that moment the shopkeeper turned and kicked him so hard in the nads I was sure he must have been castrated from that kick alone. The prick bent some at the waist and had to take some breaths but he impressively managed to say “Fuck you Wanda”. Wanda then fully turned towards him and stared at him for a second and looked to be considering a second kick when he said “Fuck this, I’m going to sit in the shade.” “I don’t know about him.” I said “Well, you don’t have to take him, but I tell you what. Get him a short cut and lock him up for a couple of days with some food and water. If he hasn’t completely changed his tune I’ll eat my shirt. I’ll take him back and let you keep your other slaves for free.” “I mean, I can’t pass that up. How much?” “30 quid for these 5 and then the prick for free of course.” “Deal” I said. After the money was exchanged the big one looked like he was about to refuse to go with me but Wanda then said “Listen Chance, if you don’t go with this lady, and also listen to what she says, then I’m going to file the paperwork on you demanding you receive a bald cut.” I didn’t know what a bald cut was, but the big one got up and followed the rest of us. “Where to now?” I asked. “To the cutters!” Lottie replied. I looked back at my men as she said this and noticed that my farmers and unskilled laborers paled and started looking about as if they were going to run for the exits. Fortunately one of my body guards said “That sounds like a good plan to me madam” at the same time he eyed the other men down. Their faces softened and a resignation entered their eyes. The cutters turned out to be some very sensual women who were clad only in a large leather apron that tied in the back. The bust portion of the aprons had a series of cutouts that allowed a mostly unobstructed view of their breasts. “Madam, what men can we cleave for you today.” The lead handmaiden asked. “Um well, I haven’t completely decided yet honestly.” I stammered as I looked to Lottie for help. “Well” continued the handmaiden, “Lets see what you have.” The handmaiden then walked around to evaluate my 15 slaves. “Am I right in thinking that these men with the teste-techs are to remain uncut?” “Um yes” I answered. “Okay, you men stand over there then” the handmaiden commanded. The guards and my stud went off to one side, at the last second though the big laborer who had been an asshole also tried to follow off with them. I was about to say something but the Handmaiden saw it first. “You slave, get back” The laborer just sneered at her and before I even knew something had happened the big boy was on the ground groaning. “What, did you not hear me slave, I said get back” “NEVER” the laborer shouted. “Guards!” Called the maiden and 7 men with purple light pulsing from their nut sacks held the man down and spread his legs apart. “ArrrggaRaaAHHHHHH” The man screamed. “GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING SELF DISRESPECTING COCKSUCKERS, YOU”RE THE REASON WE”RE EVEN IN THIS FUCKING MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE, THEY HAVE NO REAL POWER OVER US WITHOUT COCKSUCKERS LIKE YOURSELVES GIVING IN. FUCK ALL OF YOU!!!” The man continued to scream obscenities but the handmaiden was looking at me and saying something. “Do I have your permission to cut him madam?” She repeated. “Um yes… I… Yes It seems best” I stammered “What type of cut would you prefer madam?” I really had no idea what the options even were but I had remembered Wanda saying a short cut and I didn’t want to mess up my chance of getting some free slaves if this didn’t work out. “A short cut please.” The handmaiden nodded her head in understanding and gestured towards a couple of other maidens. Soon they joined her on the ground between the man's legs. The lead maiden then bent and pulled a small sharp looking metal star from the laborer’s nut sack. This must have been what she used to bring him to the ground I realized. The man was still screaming obscenities but the handmaidens worked with such tranquil focus and efficiency that all of my attention was required to keep up with what they were doing. A blue-gray tarp was slid under the man by two maidens as a third almost immediately placed a round sponge on the man’s member. The two that had slid the tarp under the man then unrolled a set of sharp instruments and set out some sutures next to the lead maiden. Before the suture had even finished being loaded into the needle driver the lead maiden had selected a scalpel. She used it to deftly cut about the man's scrotum just under the base of his cock. I guessed that short-cut meant they left nothing behind to hang down between the man's legs. Once she had gone full circle around the man’s sack with the scalpel, she set it down. As she was setting it down another maiden grabbed some sort of forceps and secured them on the scrotum and the entire scrotum pulled clean free from the man leaving his two quite large grayish white eggs laying naked against the tarp. At some point, the sponge on the man’s member had swelled up. Just as I registered the swollen sponge a maiden had reached over and now removed it. At the same time another maiden placed a new one on the man’s peen. I realized immediately that it was piss. For all of his asshole’s bravado the man had pissed himself and the sponge had absorbed it. He’d probably pissed himself at the moment he had felt the sharp scalpel sink into his manhood I realized. I myself almost couldn’t believe that his whole sack was now just completely gone, and in less than 2 seconds as well. Surely he was in shock too. Just after the sack was being removed from the man, the lead handmaiden attached some sort of shiny metal instrument that clamped on tightly around the man’s left testicle. It grabbed his nut like the ends of a tong might grab a hot dog when removing it from the grill. Just as she finished attaching it another maiden held out what looked like a silver car jack. The lead maiden attached the instrument clamped around the man’s nut to the car jack looking instrument and then began to spin it. Suddenly the man’s testicle began to spin and also for some reason the other ball began to vibrate. Just as I had the thought, I realized that what was happening was the big man was violently shaking but the weight of the guards suppressed it to a vibration at his groin level. The lead maiden kept spinning and spinning the trapt teste and the cords began to wrap tighter and tighter around themselves. At some point, likely only after a handful of seconds, the lead maiden nodded at another maiden at which point a sharp curved knife was placed about the man’s twisted up nut cords just above where it attached to his nut. An eye blink later and his nut had rolled a few inches away from his body and then settled up against the maiden’s knee. The man’s remaining bollock began to vibrate again even more violently than before. I looked up to see that the man’s shaking and shuddering had drastically increased. Looking back to the scene of his castration I noticed that the cords sticking out where the man’s severed nut had been were still twisted and barely even bled at all. Before I even took in that it had happened the lead maiden had begun twisting up the man’s last remaining bollock. Another sponge was traded out while she continued twisting his last remaining nut. A few seconds later the maiden nodded again and almost before I could see it happen the twisted cords were sliced through just above the man’s last remaining bollock. It tumbled free, rolling about, until it found a resting place somewhere between the lead maiden’s kneeling legs. Not skipping a beat the lead maiden took up the loaded needle driver and began suturing faster than I could follow. After she was done though, the man’s twisted cords were sutured up tight against each other and formed a barrier between where the man’s sack had been and the base of his cock. Effectively plugging the wound. Next some purple salve was smeared on the wound. The handmaidens were then suddenly washing instruments and disposing of sharps and sutures when I realized that something had changed. The air felt very different. When I looked up I realized that it was the noise. It was gone now, it was completely quiet. The man had stopped making any noise at all. I looked towards his head and saw that he was completely still. The royal guards were getting up off of the man and briefly blocked my view of his face. Once out of the way, I noticed that he had tears gently streaming down his face. He was clearly still alive but had gone completely limp. “Would you like the eggs?” I heard someone behind me say. I turned to see the lead handmaiden holding two whitish plum shaped blobs towards me. Not knowing why or what I was doing I held out my hands and she handed me the testicles. They were cold now, and rather tough and firmer than I thought testicles might have been. I was tempted to throw the things away but not knowing what the proper etiquette was I instead put them in my pockets. “Now” said the lead maiden. Her left pendulous breast was showing some serious side boob with a helping of nipple as it shifted toward the outside of her body in her current position. “These ten men here. What are your plans for them?” Feeling quite overwhelmed and unable to get my mind off of the heavy weights in my pockets I simply looked to Lottie. “Lets start with a long cut for these 5 unskilled laborers and then go from there if that’s okay.” “As you wish madam” The maiden gestured again and the 5 men looked pale but allowed the maiden’s to lead them to a building. We followed behind. As we walked I noticed that while the men’s sacks had wrinkled up their cocks had expanded. One man in fact looked quite wolfish even. The men layed down in five hospital beds as they were instructed and were soon strapped in. Their legs and feet were strapped apart inside of stirrups and their wrinkled shrunken up nut sacks hung down while their cocks stood straight up. All 5 of them. I looked sideways at my cousin in consternation. “A long cut” my cousin whispered to me “means that the men’s cutting will be drawn out. In some sense that does make it worse. But, the reason it is drawn out is because they get to have sex with the maidens. “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh” I exclaimed. “Its a whole ceremony” Lottie explained. “From way back when, when our matriarchs, the first mothers, tore down the failed system of patriarchy and all turned to cut their husbands, lovers, and friends. They rode them first so that they would have a send off before going dormant forever. They were torn over the decision but had decided that the sacrifice was necessary. It’s what allowed human civilization to rise from a fallen world.” “I knew some of this, but I wasn’t familiar with the exact history and the thought that such a ceremony was still carried forth to this day was exciting. Like getting to watch an ancient piece of history play out before my eyes.” The maidens then stood and split into pairs with two women each taking a position between the legs of a restrained man. Without warning the sound of clothes coiling to the floor brought attention to the quiet of the room. Their aprons had fallen away and their stunning bodies were now on full display before the men. The five ridgid cocks seemed to buzz with eagerness. Silvery beads of fluid began to appear and even dribble down the sides of some of the mens cocks. The women then approached their man and each put a hand gently under one testicle of the man. Semen spewed from one male striking a maiden in the breast causing her breast tissue to ripple sensuously with the repeated impacts of his semen. The women then began a soft rehearsed almost chant. The women that held a left testicle hefted it higher and said. “Blessed husbands and lovers. We have enjoyed thine blessings and will share in thine love making but twice more with you, once for each sacrifice that we will make together.” The right maidens then chanted. “Cherished companions, it is with great sorrow and regret that we have learned that these, your gifts, must be cleaved from you and destroyed so as to save the world.” -Left maidens “We will now worship your intimacy as it was worshiped by us in times past. When you remember your lost maleness, may you remember these moments as well with pleasure.” One of the maidens kneeled and took the mens’ testicles into her mouth while the mens cocks disappeared into the mouth of the standing maidens. Sucking, slopping and squelching began to fill the chamber. Within seconds iridescent white fluid was streaming down the mens shafts from inside of the maiden’s mouths. Moans and breathy grunts began to chorus through the chamber. After a couple of minutes the faces and breasts of the maidens who were sucking on the man’s testicles were covered in cum. The maidens then switched and 5 twitching penises were revealed to the room before being taken up again by the nut sucking maidens. One of the men’s cocks was in the middle of an ejaculation during the switch and shot cum into Lottie’s hair. Lottie looked at me, face red and eyebrows at her hairline. We both began to quietly laugh. My stomach was burning with the effort of holding it in and keeping it quiet. Once we had controlled ourselves we looked up to see that the maidens that had switched into sucking the mens balls were now also covered and cum and were standing up. Both maidens again chanted in unison. “Our bodies are once again and for the last time covered in your maleness. Perhaps it was this our mistake, that we overly basked in your maleness and you began to feel greed. We will now allow you to feel our sex surround you one last time” At this one maiden climbed on top of the men, breasts draping downwards over him as they bent to position his cock between her legs. Again, another dick shot off and rebounded off of the sex of one of the women which sent a shower of cum that rained against mine and lotties legs. Once the women were all mounted the moaning had redoubled the maiden who wasn’t riding drew a drawer out from under the bed that pulled outwards under the mens hanging scrotums. These women began to scrub and wash the mens sacks. Interlacing their hands and fingers down and around the men’s scrotums. Testicles were caught up in the movements being dragged this way and that, releasing back closer to the body with a bounce after having been dragged as far as the maiden’s washing hands would carry them. The scrotums were warm and began to relax and hang down. The maiden’s then took out an instrument with four prongs and clamped the handles. The prongs expanded out a rubber band. A couple of the maidens switched out their instruments for a larger or smaller one based on the size of their males. The maiden’s then carefully lifted the open band up around the hanging testes. -SNAP- a sound broke through the chorus of moans sharply and several man began to hyperventilate. The riding maidens however shushed the men laying a hand softly on the side of their faces. Reassuring words like “it’s going to be okay” and “you’re doing so well, be strong” began to hum across the room. Some of the women began kissing the men and saying “thank you for your sacrifice.” The women who had just banded the men then took up a scalpel. They made a vertical cut in one side of the mens scrotums and began to tug and tease out the first testicle. More groans, whimpering and sounds of pain mixed with the sounds of pleasure and reassurance. The maidens that were sitting the dicks maintained a regular pumping pace however as they continued to stroke the men's faces and whisper to them. I marveled at the naked white orbs as they began to appear. They were surrounded by some sort of white tough membrane that the maidens began to carefully dissect open. Once they had cut through it they peeled it away, revealing a more off white blob with blue grey looking vasculature running through it. I was entranced as I evaluated the five different sizes and shapes of testicles that had just been completely revealed. A couple of the mens nuts were truly large with vibrantly large cords that were easy to distinguish from each other. A one of the cords seemed to be pumping something up out of the testicle. The other cords seemed to be pulsing with blood. Still another seemed to be trying to pull the nut back upwards into the mens’ sacks. The maidens weaved their hands in between the cords and isolated this muscular one. They tooth the knife to it and ~Shhwick~ The muscle was severed. They released their hold on the balls which then dropped to hang much lower than before. The maidens then tied off the portion of this cord that hung down from the body dangling through the hole in the deflated side of the mens sacks. I noticed that panicked sounds began to arise from the men again along with the shushing from the women. One woman had her breast in a man’s mouth raking her hand through his hair and telling him it was going to be okay as he sucked from her. I heard a new moan that sounded directly to my left. I looked over to see Lottie with her dress held up and her hand vigorously engaged with her sex. I was surprised to find that one of my own hands had drifted to my sex as well and was just sitting there holding it. Inspired by the spirituality of the chamber and noticing the wetness between my legs I too began to take up the worship. After the maidens had tied off the muscular cord they had just cut they then raised a tight band around over the testicle and released it onto it’s remaining cords. The knife was again at the mens’ nut cords. With a smooth tug of the knife the testicles were released and gently set on a white cloth. The mens legs jerked and more of the same noises rose around us. The ligated cords that dangled out of the empty side of the mens nut sacks were tucked back in through the holes and the openings were sutured closed. The cutting maidens then similarly opened the other side of the mens nut sacks and once again five more testicles were exposed to the air. The testes were worked free from their membranes and the muscles were once again cut free. Once a band had been released onto the remaining cords the knife was again at the mens cords. The stakes were now higher. Before this one, it was just a testicle being lost. Now it was so much more. Some of the mens’ bodies began to shudder as they anticipated their future. ~Scchhhhlick~ The mens’ last testicles were deposited on the white cloth next to their twins. The sounds in the room had changed. I looked up to look around. While the riding maidens still sat the dicks of their men, they were no longer pumping on them. All five of them had a breast in their man’s mouth and were gently shushing them as the men sucked. The men were taking solace in the sexual endowments that their women still had. Sexual endowments which they themselves no longer had.