Sam's breath came quickly as he felt the pain of his position, knowing things were soon going to get much, much worse.  He closed his eyes and waited, hands clenching in terror when Thorn grabbed his testicles.  Tears were in his eyes before she even got started gelding him.  His Master was right, of course, about his fantasies, but she'd never acted jealous before.  Sam was used to being punished for rules he didn't understand.  He knew Master did it because she loved him, it was the only explanation.<br/><br/>Sam kept his silence for a few excruciating moments, as the fork penetrated his body, tears flowing unabated from his eyes.  When he felt his scrotum open up and spill out, however, he simply began to scream incoherently, his entire body filling with agony.  White hot pain and humiliation poured through every inch of him, and even without a tongue, he could still scream.<br/><br/>Only much more quietly.<br/><br/><br/>Even as he bled, Sam felt a terrible shame, a sudden inadequacy in his penis.  It was terribly uncomfortable, something he couldn't ignore how hard he tried.  The boy simply whimpered, unable to shake the feeling that he was missing something critical.  Again, tears fell from his eyes, as he stared down at master, feeling himself retching from the sudden shock on his system.  Sam began again to scream, but not out of horror, or in protest, but to warn his master that he was about to vomit right on her back.