The following story is 100% fiction and all in it are 18+. 


Tradition amongst the tribes was held sacred by all, especially the tradition of a male coming of age. On their 18th birthday every male is tested by the village elders; their strength, stamina, virility, cock size, cum load, all are tested. Only the best males are allowed to breed and produce strong young. Those who pass are given a woman and encouraged to breed. Those who fail are castrated and delegated to duty as slaves to serve the tribe. 

My day finally came as I was brought before the elder of the tribe and told to strip. Before the sun was even over the horizon he had me run laps around the village. I was able to complete five whole laps before my legs went to jelly. Next was a test of strength, lifting various sized objects, only able to life five out of ten of them. Already it wasn’t looking good. Then he took my penis and began to suck on it. The feeling was beyond good as he had decades of experience and i barely lasted five minutes before I started to cum, with hun quickly removing my cock from his mouth and letting me shoot my load into a bowl. He judged the thickness, taste, color, scent, and opaqueness to determine I hadn’t met the standard and my fate was sealed. 

Two other men came and escorted me to another tent where I was bound to a table with my arms over my head, legs open, and my manhood exposed. Another elder came and tied a rope tightly around my balls, making me squeal as the rough cord cut off blood flow and rubbed raw against my skin. Naturally I couldn’t help but get hard once again, much to the annoyance of the man as he seemed to roll his eyes as he stroked my cock quickly and roughly, his callused hands rough against my cock, but eventually I came, shooting a few measly ropes on my chest and stomach. 

He took an obsidian blade and began to cut away my scrotum, leaving my balls exposed in the open. The cool air of the tent against my unprotected balls hurt as I begged for mercy or to be able to retake the tests, but they fell upon deaf ears as he used the blade to cut the cords and my balls fell into a wooden bowl to be fed to the tribe’s dogs. I was barely conscious, he stitched me up and I was untied off the table and escorted to yet another tent. Trying to walk after a fresh castration was difficult, but somehow there wasn’t much pain; more discomfort from not having balls anymore. 

Inside the last tent I was washed and given new tattoos on my body marking me as a slave before being escorted out of the tent and into a cart dragged my oxen and shipped off to the tribal trade hub. My life as a slave began now.