One of my cruelest plans, a barbecue to put his balls and dick on the grill to roast!

In the days following castration my brother behaved very strangely. He cried a lot, moaned and looked very depressed. I believe he was impacted by the idea that what was just fantasy, a game between us had become real, true and irreversible.

I'm sure he never believed we would actually do what we said, he was really surprised and shocked by his emasculation. He never believed Daddy would let him castrate!

In addition to the hormonal and physical changes that the surgery caused, the emotional and psychological impact was tremendous. Since his childhood, the fag masturbated frequently and had erections that betrayed his pleasure in many moments, he lost his best toy, and he lost a part of himself that he adored.

I never regretted having decided to castrate him, on the contrary, I felt proud and very pleased to have taken that step. I'm sure that kind of inferior fag has to be completely subdued, humiliated and raped to be fully what it is, a sex worm. Besides, I never thought he deserved a penis. Having a penis is the privilege of men, he wasn't even human!

I always noticed, with discomfort that even though he was a shit cunt he still had self esteem, since his childhood he was handsome, and had a nice body, a big cock and impressive erections. With castration I wanted to start the complete destruction of his self-esteem.

His crying and sadness over the next few days showed that I was headed in the right direction and only spurred me on to intensify this downgrade process.

I shaved off her beautiful black hair, punched and slapped her face violently, leaving bruises, bumps and sores that deformed her face. I was always the most violent caregiver, but in those weeks, even our father and cousin, we fucked and spanked the disgusting cunt with such violence and frequency that his entire body permanently showed purple and black scars, marks, and bruises. The more he cried the more violently he was beaten.

Three weeks after castration, I carried out one of my cruelest plans. On Sunday I prepared the barbecue for everyone and between different types of sausages I took the opportunity to give the deserved destination to the amputated parts of my fag, I put his balls and dick on the grill to roast!

When the vet finished its service I put the amputated parts in the freezer, already with this perverse intention in my mind. My father and cousin thought my meanness was very funny. We ate the fag's penis in slices, in front of him weeping, as we laughed and made fun of the size and taste. The skin of the cock and the roasted sac turned crunchy and delicious.

However, we prefer to serve the scrotal glands raw, seasoned only with oil, forcing our slave to eat them.

The youngest was reluctant, he refused to eat, he was not amused, he was crying and shaking a lot, but we managed to force him to chew and swallow both of his own scrotal glands.

I did everything with great pleasure and with my hard and throbbing cock. I seasoned one of the glands with my sperm before sticking it in his mouth, I've never been so pleased to see my fag brother cry and sob so humiliated and devastated.

I watched horny, he chewing, crushing painfully with his teeth, his ego, his identity, his self-esteem, and his hopes at that barbecue.