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Johny, der junge Sklave Teil 2 (German Language) | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Teenager | Die Geschichte geht weiter, Johnny erlebt einiges in der Sklavenschule und merkt, dass es auch für eine Hardcore-Boy wie ihn noch eine Steigerung geben könnte...Bedanke mich für die vielen E-Mails, hoffe auf weitere! | Das Wochenende war vorbei, Johnnys Pimmel war zwar immer noch nicht verheilt,
aber mit seinen Nippeln hatte er schon ausgiebig gespielt. Er freute sich
schon tierisch auf den nächsten Freitag, wo er endlich wieder gefoltert werden
würde. Er hatte sich den Tag ausgesucht, da seine Eltern von Mittags bis spät
nachts auf einer Feier sein würden und er so genug Zeit hatte.
Morgens im Bus traf er seine Freunde. Barney, ein hochgewachsener Kerl mit
dunklen kurzen Haaren und Nasenpiercing, Travis, ein kleiner cooler Typ, blond
mit Ohrring, und Justin, ein mittelgroßer, etwas dicker Typ mit schulterlangem
Haar waren seine besten Freunde. Ihnen hatte er als erstes erzählt, dass er
schwul war, und auch schon einmal angedeutet, dass er auf SM stand. Heute
erzählte er ihnen flüsternd von seinem Besuch in dem Bauernhaus. „Cool, na ja,
zumindest, wenn’s einem gefällt.“ meinte Justin dazu. Auch die anderen fanden
es in Ordnung, wenn Johnny so was machte, wenn’s ihm gefiel. Barney sagte:
„Tja, ist garantiert besser als diese Geschichte mit diesem Arsch Jeffrey.“
Jeffrey war Johnnys Ex-Freund. Seit Johnny sich vor einem knappen Jahr klar
geworden war, dass er schwul war, hatte er zwei Beziehungen gehabt, eine mit
einem Typ namens Philipp, er war damals 18 und hatte Johnny gezeigt, wie
schwuler Sex geht, war aber vor 6 Monaten weggezogen, sodass Johnny keinen
Kontakt mehr mit ihm hatte. Die zweite Beziehung hatte er mit Jeffrey, einem
14jährigen aus dem Dorf, der auch auf seiner Schule war. Später hatte Jeffrey
vor allen geleugnet, dass er schwul war, auch wenn ihm das niemand glaubte.
Die beiden hatten sich vor 5 Wochen getrennt, seitdem stand Jeffrey immer
alleine ganz vorne im Bus, er hatte sich selbst zum Außenseiter gemacht.
In der Pause zeigte Jeffrey sein Freunden auf dem Klo seine Mods. Die
Piercings kamen wie erwartet gut an, auch seine Tattoos fanden die Freunde
cool. Aber den beschnittenen Penis und das Branding ließen sie schon
verdattert gucken. Er erzählte, wie geil ihn das gemacht hat, sodass die
anderen es akzeptierten. Johnny freute sich, seine Freunde würden immer zu ihm
halten.
In den nächsten Tagen wuchs Johnnys Freude auf den kommenden Freitag immer
weiter. Er hatte sich nicht getraut, zu wichsen, da er seinem frisch vernähten
Penis keinen Schaden zufügen wollte, und war daher am Freitag extrem scharf.
Nach dem Mittagessen ging er zum Bauernhof und klopfte. Er hatte in dem
Vertrag nachgelesen, was nun zu tun sei. Der Meisterassistent, den er als MA3
kannte, öffnete. Sofort öffnete Johnny seine Hose, sodass sein Branding gut
sichtbar war, und sagte: „Sir, der wertlose Sklave MA2-027-16-07 bittet um
Folter und Erniedrigung.“ MA3 verpasste ihm eine Ohrfeige und befahl ihm,
mitzukommen. Johnny wurde in einen Umkleideraum geführt, dort zog er sich aus
und wurde dann vor eine Tür gebracht, aus der Schreie zu hören waren. Dort
wartete MA2 auf ihn. „Heute werden wir vor der Behandlung erst den
Verstümmelungsraum besichtigen. Du wirst hier nicht hin müssen, wenn du nicht
willst, aber du sollst so was zumindest schon mal gesehen haben.“
Sie betraten den Raum. In der Nähe der Tür wurden gerade einem Typ Mitte 20,
der auch als Sklave markiert war, die Gliedmaßen auf eine Liege gefesselt. Der
MA, der ihn behandelte, nahm ein Skalpell und schnitt dem Sklaven mit einer
Bewegung den Sack samt Inhalt ab. Der Sklave quiekte wie ein Schwein, während
der MA ihm seinen Genitalbereich vernähte. Dann wimmerte der Sklave mit einem
leichten Strahlen in dem schmerzverzerrten Gesicht: „Danke Sir, es war das
schönste, dass mir je passiert ist, mir meine Hoden zu nehmen. Ich bin nun
glücklich, keinen Sexualtrieb mehr zu haben und freue mich, dass ich nun ein
Eunuch im Besitz der Sklavenschule bin.“ In dem Moment konnte Johnny sich
nicht mehr zurückhalten, er spritzte eine riesige Spermamenge ab.
„Saubermachen!“ fuhr ihn MA2 an. Johnny ging sofort auf die Knie und leckte
den Boden ab, dabei trat ihm MA2 einmal in den Arsch. Der kastrierte Sklave
bekam unterdessen ein neues Branding, neben seiner Sklavennummer wurde ihm nun
noch der Schriftzug „Eunuch“ über den Penis eingebrannt. Er drehte sich dann
auf den Bauch und der Schriftzug wurde ihm dann auch noch auf den Arsch
tätowiert. MA2 begann unterdessen, Johnny aufzuklären: „Ja, wir bieten auch
Kastrationen und ähnliches an, viele Leute wollen das. Es gibt verschiedene
Möglichkeiten, zum Eunuch zu werden. Manche Leute gehen dann aber auch noch
weiter. Würde mich nicht wundern, wenn der Typ irgendwann auch noch seinen
Pimmel abgeschnitten haben will.“ – „Seit wann ist er denn hier Sklave?“
fragte Johnny. „Seit ungefähr eineinhalb Jahren, er hat kleiner angefangen als
du, war damals nicht mal bereit, sich piercen zu lassen, wollte immer nur
0-8-15-Sadomaso, aber mittlerweile ist er voll auf Hardcore. Jetzt hat er sich
einen großen Wunsch erfüllt.“
MA2 führte Johnny dann zu einem Fernseher, vor dem er an eine Stange gefesselt
wurde. Ihm wurde ein Dildo im Arsch befestigt, er stöhnte vor Geilheit. Auch
sein Penis wurde ihm abgebunden. Dann wurde ihm ein Film mit
unterschiedlichsten Aufzeichnungen von Kastrationen, Entmannungen und
Amputationen gezeigt, wäre sein Penis nicht abgebunden worden, hätte Johnny
wieder ein paar Mal gespritzt. Der geilste Film war, wo einem Jungen, der
aussah wie 15, Hoden, Penis und die Brustwarzen ohne jede Betäubung
abgeschnitten wurden. Für den Jungen schien es zwar extrem schmerzhaft zu
sein, aber auch sehr geil, er stöhnte laut auf. Auch andere Beispiele von
Kastrationen wurden gezeigt.
Nachdem Johnny wieder losgebunden war, sollte er sich noch eine Life-
verstümmelung ansehen. MA2 erklärte ihm, dass die Leute von überall her kamen,
um sich hier „behandeln“ zu lassen und auch viele Teenager hier waren, sodass
hier immer viel los sei. Er führte Johnny an eine andere Liege, hier lag ein
Typ, der wohl kaum älter als Johnny war. Seine Brust und sein Rücken waren mit
Narben übersäht und sein Körper war mit vielen unterschiedlichen Tattoos
geschmückt, vor allem auf Armen, Beinen, Rücken und Bauch. Er trug ein sehr
dickes Nasenpiercing sowie riesige Brustwarzenringe und hatte lange Haare.
Seine Zunge war gespalten, Johnny sah das, da der Junge vor Nervosität schnell
durch den Mund atmete. Johnny sah den Intimbereich des Jungen an, auch er war
haarlos und ein Branding verriet, dass der Junge der Sklave MA6-004-11-09 war,
dies aber offensichtlich schon länger, da das Branding verheilt und vernarbt
war. Auch dieser Sklave war beschnitten, er trug außerdem mehrere Piercings an
Penis und Sack. Nun kam ein Meisterassistent hinzu hinzu. Zusammen mit MA2
fesselte er den Sklaven an die Liege und stellte diese dann in eine senkrechte
Stellung. Dann rasierte er dem Sklaven eine Glatze, außerdem nahm er ihm alle
Intimpiercings heraus. Nun war wohl der große Moment gekommen. Die
Meisterassistenten verteilten eine große Menge Spiritus auf Penis und Sack des
Sklaven. Dann sagte der zweite MA: „Nun wirst du von uns schmerzhaft deiner
Männlichkeit beraubt werden, so, wie du es dir immer gewünscht hast! Die
Glatze haben wir die auch schon lange scheren wollen, sie steht dir sehr gut!
Also dann, genieß diesen Augenblick!“ Damit nahm er ein Feuerzeug und hielt es
an den Penis des Sklaven, sofort stand durch den Spiritus sein gesamter
Intimbereich in Flammen. Der Sklave schrie wie am Spieß, während das Fleisch
langsam von seinen Genitalien abgebrannt wurde. Als die Flammen schließlich
erloschen, waren seine Genitalien nur noch ein verkokelter Klumpen. Der MA
schnitt sie mit einem großen Messer ab und vernähte den Intimbereich des
Sklaven. Dieser schrie immer noch, dabei stotterte er die Worte: „Meister, ich
bin dermaßen dankbar für meine Entmannung, dass ich euch noch mehr von mir
schenken will, ich gebe euch meinen gesamten Körper, er gehört euch und soll
für immer im Besitz der Sklavenschule sein.“ Dann wurde er ohnmächtig. „Alles
in Ordnung“ versicherte MA2 „Der wird wieder aufwachen. Diese Form der
Entmannung war sein größter Wunsch. Er kam zum ersten Mal mit 11 zu uns, er
lebte auf der Straße und war bereit, sich für ein bisschen was zu essen bei
uns foltern zu lassen, aber davon abgesehen schien es ihm auch zu gefallen.
Nur weil er einer der jüngsten überhaupt war hieß das nicht, dass er gnädig
behandelt wurde. Mit 11 hat er schon viele Intimpiercings und Tattoos und
natürlich auch sein Branding bekommen, auch wurde er damals extrem
ausgepeitscht und lag im Winter manchmal wochenlang im Käfig, um nicht in die
Kälte hinaus zu müssen. Das heftigste damals war, dass er an seinem zwölften
Geburtstag von uns die Zunge gespalten und ein Riesentattoo auf den Rücken
bekam, dazu gab es 200 Peitschenhiebe, die er schon in dem Alter extrem
lustvoll empfing. Ansonsten bekam er, wenn er hier war, täglich nur 50. Und
nun war heute sein großer Tag, heute wurde er zum Nullo umfunktioniert und ist
nun unser uneingeschränktes Eigentum. Er heißt nun nie wieder Tommy, sondern
nur noch „MA6-004-11-09-EN“, wie er jetzt als Nulllo heißt, sein Schicksal ist
nun erfüllt. Nun, das war genug Show für heute, jetzt ist erstmal deine Folter
dran!“ Und mit diesen Worten führte er Johnny zurück in die normale
Folterkammer, die er von letzter Woche schon kannte.
Johnny wurde nun auf einen Bock geschnallt. „Das ist unser Aufwärmprogramm“
erklärte MA2 und presste ihm einen Dildo in den Hintern. Nach kurzer Zeit zog
er ihn wieder heraus und nahm einen dickeren, auch er wurde Johnny in den
Hintern gepresst. Johnny stöhnte nur noch laut. Das ging so weiter, bis
Johnnys Arschloch sehr weit aufgerissen war. Nun schob MA2 ihm seinen Penis
rein und fickte ihn richtig durch, Sperma ergoss sich in seinen Darm. Dann war
diese Folter abgeschlossen und die nächste folgte. Johnny bekam wieder
Peitschenhiebe auf den Rücken, diesmal allerdings gleich ganze 100. MA2
verwendete eine Plastikpeitsche, diese knallte heftig und tat auch höllisch
weh, allerdings gab es keine richtigen Wunden, sodass Johnnys Aussehen nicht
geschadet wurde. Bei jedem Hieb stöhnte Johnny, sein Rücken brannte höllisch,
aber trotzdem verspürte er das Verlangen, dass er nie wieder aufstehen müsste.
Er wollte noch mehr Schläge, die 100 reichten ihm nicht. MA2 schien das zu
erahnen, er drehte Johnny auf den Rücken und schlug ihn dann auf Bauch und
Brust. Johnny bedankte sich unterwürfig. Dann zog ihm MA2 die Fäden seiner
Beschneidung. Johnnys Penis sah geil aus ohne Vorhaut. Johnny wusste nun, dass
es die höllischen Schmerzen der Beschneidung wert waren. MA2 erzählte ihm,
dass er, gemäß der Tradition der Sklavenschule, die Vorhaut als sein Meister
aufgegessen hatte.
Dann war Nippelfolter dran. Zunächst wurden seine beiden Nippelpiercings mit
einer Kette verbunden, an der wurde Johnny dann durch den halben Raum gezogen.
Er musste sich dann wieder auf eine Liege legen. Hier wurden seine Nippel dann
unter Strom gesetzt, Johnny schrie vor Lust, diese Art der Schmerzen war so
geil. Sein Pimmel wurde steif, er kam sehr schnell. Nachdem der Strom wieder
abgeschaltet war wurden ihm wieder Nadeln durch die Nippel gebohrt, Johnny
liebte das. Auch wurden ihm die Nippel mit Hilfe der Ringe um fast 360°
gedreht und schmerzhaft sehr lang gezogen. Schließlich wurde er auf dem Bauch
liegend an den Nippelringen und dem PA in einem Käfig fixiert, hier sollte er
so 3 Stunden verbringen. Eine leichte Spannung wurde dabei durch seine
Piercings gejagt, sie verursachte einen konstanten, geilen Schmerz. Johnny war
glücklich, in dieser Haltung würde er am liebsten für immer verweilen. Er
wusste, dass dies seine Bestimmung war, er war nun Sklave und würde jede Art
der Folter lieben.
Nach Ablauf der 3 Stunden wurde Johnny dann noch ein bisschen mit Nadeln und
heißem Wachs an Penis und Sack gefoltert, dies war aber nicht allzu heftig, da
MA2 auf die noch nicht ganz verheilte Wunde an Johnnys Penis achten musste.
Danach durfte Johnny sich ein bisschen in der großen Folterkammer umsehen. Es
waren einige Leute unterschiedlichen Alters hier, die meisten wurden ähnlich
wie er gefoltert. Doch dann wurde er stutzig, sein Blick fiel auf einen ein
wenig pummeligen Jungen mit kurzen dunkelbraunen Haaren, der ein wenig jünger
war als er. Er war an der Decke fixiert und wurde von einem MA mit einer
Lederpeitsche geschlagen, sein gesamter Rücken war blutverschmiert. Der Junge
stöhnte und heulte. Johnny ging näher heran, das konnte doch nicht sein, das
war doch nicht… „Jeffrey? Was machst du denn hier?“ fragte Johnny seinen Ex-
Freund. „Lass mich in Ruhe!“ heulte Jeffrey. „Ich bin hier, um mir meine
Homosexualität austreiben zu lassen. Früher hat man das auch so gemacht. Du
bist sowieso an allem Schuld, ohne dich hätte ich vielleicht nie davon
erfahren, dass ich schwul bin. Und wenn das hier nichts bringt, dann lasse ich
mich kastrieren, um diese verdammte Pubertät abbrechen und meinen Sexualtrieb
vernichten zu lassen.“ – „Warum bist du nur so verbittert, weil du schwul
bist? Sieh mich mal an, ich lebe es aus und habe kein Problem damit. Du musst
das hier nicht tun.“ – „Tue ich aber, ich hasse es schwul zu sein, wenn meine
Eltern das wüssten, könnte ich gleich meine Sachen packen. Also werde ich es
mir austreiben lassen und niemand hält mich davon ab. Das ist heute das dritte
Mal, dass ich mir hier meine 150 Schläge abhole, aber wenn die Zuneigung zu
Jungs immer noch nicht nachlässt, dann werde ich mich kastrieren lassen, und
zwar so schnell es geht.“ – „Wie du willst, aber du machst einen riesigen
Fehler!“ Mit diesen Worten ging Johnny weiter, während Jeffrey weitere Schläge
bekam und dabei schrie. Kurz darauf ging Johnny dann auch nach hause, seine
Session war beendet.
An diesem Abend lag Johnny im Bett und dachte nach, während er sich an den
Nippeln rumspielte. Diese Leute, die zur Sklavenschule kamen und sich auf
brutalste Weise kastrieren und entmannen ließen, weil es sie geil machte,
Johnny konnte es nachvollziehen. Er überlegte, ob das alles nicht auch etwas
für ihn wäre. Vielleicht irgendwann mal, aber im Moment wollte er sich
eigentlich in erster Linie quälen lassen und dazu brauchte er seine Teile
noch, doch irgendwann…? Dann dachte er an Jeffrey, der es nur tun wollte, um
nicht schwul zu sein, das war doch falsch, er sollte nur dahin gehen, wenn es
ihm auch gefiel. Johnny würde irgendwann vielleicht auch kastriert werden, und
dann würde er es wollen!
Ende Teil 2
Kritik und Meinungen wären wieder toll.
Die Geschichte wird auf jeden Fall noch weitergehen!
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Larry (theme=minor) | TESTICLES, MINOR | A slave broker gets his hands on a prize. Perhaps a horrific vision of things to come in Reality if things don't change soon. | ` `
**_Larry
_**
Original story concept by "Anon". Edited by Paolo.
I could hear them scuffling and arguing in the hallway as I sat down at my
desk with a fresh cup of coffee. Pretty soon there was a quick knock at my
door and it swung open to reveal two shabbily clad persons – a woman and a
child. The child was so pretty that I thought at first it was a girl.
The woman snarled, “Shut up, Larry, and get in there,” as she cuffed him hard
enough across the ear to knock him to the floor.
“But, Momma…,” he protested as I got up and came around my desk.
The woman looked at me and started, “Are you Simon White…?”
“Simon White, licensed slave broker, at your service.” And I bowed my head
slightly toward her.
“He turned ten today. How much will you give me for him?” She came right out
and asked, removing all doubt at once. The boy cowered on the floor as she
nudged him with her foot.
“Well, first I’ll need to ask you some questions, then I’ll need to look him
over. Only then can I give you a fair price.”
Since the abolition of all government welfare in 2008, there had been a
reinstitution of slavery and bonded servitude to take its place by 2012. The
law allowed any adult to sell himself or herself, or any parent to sell a
child over the age of 10. I’d been doing a fine business in buying and selling
children from destitute or drug-dependent parents ever since. While the lower
age limit for selling a child was 10, there were plenty of ways to get around
the law. Usually by arranging an “adoption” of a younger child to someone who
could use him or her until he or she turned 10, and then, as the “parent”,
sell the child to someone else. I’d arranged cash “adoptions” for kids as
young as five and six – and sold them again when they turned ten, making
double the profit.
I helped the boy to his feet and propelled him to a chair in the corner of the
office. “Sit here until I’m ready for you,” I said as I handed him a small
video game to play with while I made arrangements with his mother. He looked
like he was ready to bolt for the door, but instead he huddled back into the
chair, clutching the game without even glancing at it.
I pointed the mother to a comfortable chair opposite my desk and sat down
while she arranged herself. From her sunken eyes and the track-marks down her
arms, I could guess where she’d use the money that would come from selling the
boy. She had a hungry look that told me she’d take almost anything that would
get her a fix immediately. I decided to stall for time to get her anxiety up.
While there were plenty of other slave brokers in the city, the nearest one
was a long way away.
I knew I’d have a hard time focusing on her, and not the boy. Even at a
glance, it was clear that he was a very pretty child. He’d even make a
beautiful little girl with his chocolate-colored complexion, braided black
hair, and piercing eyes. I knew I’d get a good price for him once he was
readied for sale. I hoped the mother didn’t realize what a treasure she had. I
guessed, too, that the longer I could keep her in the office, the lower his
price would go.
“O.K., let’s start with introductions. You already know I’m Simon White. I
didn’t catch your name.”
“Martha. Martha Jones,” she responded. “We live in the Projects down the way.”
The Projects were the main reason I’d rented this office. There were always
addicts looking for any way to raise the price of a fix. I’d picked up some
nice kids at a fraction of what they were worth.
“Good to meet you. Let’s get right to the business at hand. Do you have all of
the boy’s papers?”
She opened one of the scruffiest looking purses I’ve ever seen and pulled out
a wad of papers. “It’s all here. ID card, school records, health certificate.
I took him to the clinic just a couple days ago for the health certificate.”
She handed them over to me. I knew she couldn’t take the boy anywhere else so
long as I had hold of them.
”So, how’d you pay for it?” I asked pointedly. She didn’t reply. I picked up
the ID card, “Yup, today is his tenth birthday all right. But, the card says
his name is ‘Larry Brown’. You said your name was ‘Martha Jones’.”
“Yeah, his daddy was named Leon Brown.”
I smiled inwardly. Leon Brown had certainly gotten around the Projects. In the
past month, I’d bought both a boy and a girl that he’d fathered in the
Projects. Both were fairly pretty, but not so pretty as this boy. I’d even
looked ol’ Leon up and found that he’d been shot and killed during a bank
robbery about seven years ago. I wondered how many more of his kids I’d be
buying from the Projects over the next three or four years.
I smiled at the mother, “You’re an attractive woman. I bet you were the
prettiest girl in the Projects when you met him.”
She smiled for the first time. Flattery, it seemed, would get me somewhere.
“Yeah, that’s what Leon always said. But, he must have been saying that to a
dozen girls. I was 14 and he was 16. By the time I was swelled up with Larry,
half the girls I knew were having his babies. I bet there’re thirty or forty
of his kids running around the Project.”
I figured if I was lucky, I’d be getting ten or fifteen, and maybe even more,
of them to sell. If they looked anything like the three I’d seen so far, I
knew I’d do well. “Do you have any more kids by Leon?” I asked.
“Yeah, Danny. He’s eight, but he’ll be nine next month.”
“Well, if you’re interested in selling him when he reaches ten, you can bring
him in for me to look at sometime soon. We might even be able to sign the
papers and I could give you a down payment on him. I might even be able to
find someone who wants to adopt him and would pay you to be able to take him
off your hands.” If he was as attractive as his older brother, I might be the
one to “adopt” him. He’d be ready for sale in a year.
“Yeah, that might be a good idea. I’ve got seven kids. How many do you think
you’ll want?”
“If they’ve got your looks, I’d probably be willing to take all of them when
they turn ten. If you bring ‘em all in for me to inspect, maybe we can do the
paperwork and set up a payment plan so that I pay you so much a month and you
just deliver each kid on his tenth birthday.”
“Yeah, maybe I’ll do that.”
I marveled at the social disintegration that had gone on in the Projects since
the end of Welfare and the explosion of drug addiction. I could see the mother
planning what she could do with a little more drug money. At least ten year
olds were almost always clean. When someone brought in a twelve year old, I
always had to worry about drugs. After all, getting them detoxed and healthy
again for resale was never pretty.
I picked up the health report. “It looks like Larry has a clean bill of
health. Dr. Scott even wrote that he seemed especially sturdy and healthy for
a boy his age. That’s certainly a good sign, if not a miraculous one.” Again,
no reaction to my slander of her parenting skills.
Dr. Scott also did some private work and I often called on her for minor
procedures on the kids I bought. Just a couple of weeks ago a couple brought
in their fifteen year old who was running out of control. He was getting
violent and they were so afraid of him that they decided to sell him. They got
some neighbors together to drag him in and hold him while I got handcuffs and
leg irons on him to hold him while we negotiated. I didn’t give them very much
for him, but they were happy to be rid of him. I called Virginia Scott and she
came straight over and castrated him right here in my office to start calming
him down.
I was glad I had the sturdiest set of irons I could buy in the office. Even in
irons and with four men to help hold him down, he was screaming and struggling
until both his balls were off. Somehow I don’t think the use of any anesthetic
would have helped, either. If nothing else, it taught him a lesson. I sold him
to a farmer who could use some physical labor during the day and keep him
locked up at night. I barely turned a profit on him, but I was happy to have
him out of the neighborhood.
Finally, I picked up the boy’s school records. “Larry has certainly been doing
well in school. His teacher writes that he’s the top student in the fourth
grade. Usually kids who know they’re going to be sold stop studying. Most of
them that I get have very poor reports.”
“Well, that’s because Larry didn’t know I was going to sell him until this
morning. He may have suspected it, but he didn’t know until we got to your
door. He thought I was taking him for an eye exam.”
“Dr. Scott checked his eyes. She didn’t find a problem. He certainly doesn’t
need glasses.”
“Yeah, but he didn’t know that.” I glanced at the boy and he pulled even
further back into the chair, a look of stunned disbelief on his face.
“O.K., everything seems to be in order here. If there’s no father who needs to
sign off on the papers, all I need is for you to sign when we agree on a
price. We can even get everything else filled out right now, except for the
price and your signature.”
I looked over at the boy. He didn’t seem to have moved since I put him in the
chair. He was still curled in the chair clutching the video game tightly in
his hands. He’d clearly been listening closely, though, to our every word.
I started asking the mother all of the questions that needed to be filled in
on the bill of sale. I made sure to draw out as many details as I could,
delaying her and giving her more of a vested interest in completing the
transaction. The longer it took, the less likely that she’d want to start over
again somewhere else. I even asked a lot of questions that weren’t needed,
just to keep it going longer. I kept glancing at the boy, who seemed to be
making himself as small as possible and wishing that he were invisible.
Finally, I could think of no more questions to ask.
“O.K. Larry. I need to take a look at you. Come on over here.”
He slowly got up, and trembling, walked toward the desk still clutching the
game. Fully clothed, he was one of the prettiest boys I’d ever seen.
“You’ll need to take off your clothes so I can examine you. Strip down to your
under shorts. Just put everything in the basket there. Don’t make it any
harder, boy.”
Slowly he began undressing. His beauty nearly took my breath away. He was even
more beautiful without his clothes.
Finally, he finished and turned toward me. “Come here. Let me get a good look
at you.”
He slowly approached me as I sat at my desk. “Come on around the desk.”
When he got close he dropped his gaze to the floor at my feet. I reached out
and lifted his chin so that I could look straight into his eyes. They were a
deep brown that looked perfect with his unblemished chocolate complexion. His
nose was symmetrical and a bit narrower than most of the Black children I
bought. His lips were narrow and perfect.
“O.K. Open your mouth so I can look at your teeth.” Again, they were perfectly
formed and symmetrical. I pulled him closer and inspected them for problems.
It didn’t look like he’d ever even had a cavity. It was unbelievable luck.
This was sure to be a high-ticket boy.
I ran my hands up and down his arms and legs and over his chest and back. Even
though I had Dr. Scott’s report, I pulled out my stethoscope and listened to
his chest. After I had him run in place I listened again. He was maybe the
most perfect boy I’d yet seen.
“Stand right there and look straight ahead.” I took both hands and gently
pulled down his underpants. He trembled as I did so.
His little penis was perfectly straight with a tight foreskin that just nicely
covered the tip. It was clearly that of a little boy and hadn’t begun to grow
at all. His scrotum, though, had begun to enlarge and his testicles showed
that he was right at the beginning of puberty.
I reached under and gently grasped both of his balls with my fingertips. He
shuddered.
“Are you gonna cut my nuts off?” He squeaked.
“Where did you hear that at?” I asked curiously, just to see what he’d say.
“I hear boys who get sold get their nuts cut off,” Larry replied dismally,
looking away.
“Not right away, but I probably will soon. It’s hard to sell a boy who still
has his balls. I’ve managed to sell a couple of blonde, blue-eyed boys who
still had their nuts, but I’ve had to cut them off every Black boy who’s come
through here.” Larry began to cry.
“Don’t worry, Larry. I always use Dr. Scott. You know how kind and gentle she
is. It won’t hurt a bit when she cuts them off,” I lied. “There’ve been a lot
of boys sold from the projects. I’m sure you’ve known many of them. Some from
your own fourth grade class. Maybe even some of your friends. They’ve all had
their balls cut off. Some of them right here in this office.”
“Are you sure it won’t hurt?” his mother asked. I had almost forgotten that
she was there, I was so mesmerized by Larry’s beauty.
“No, Dr. Scott is very good. And when they’re as small as Larry’s, he won’t
even much think about their being gone after a couple of months. I’ve had
enough boys go through here to know that most of them don’t miss them at all,”
I lied again. There was no sense in tipping the boy off. Depression and the
like that usually hit boys of any age after castration was one factor in
keeping the market going – the more of them that got depressed and committed
suicide, the more demand was insured.
“Once we’ve got everything settled, I’ll call Dr. Scott’s office so we can set
up an appointment when she can come over here to remove them. It probably
won’t be until tomorrow or the next day.”
“Let’s be talkin’ price,” Martha finally asked, pushing her naked son aside.
She left with a payment and a contract that night.
Larry stayed. Being overcome by a brief bout of sympathy, my refrigerator
suffered for it, too.
I was feeling Larry’s little balls again and thinking about helping to remove
them when Dr. Scott came the next day. Perhaps it was the photo I sent her
that got her there so quickly. I let go and took a couple of tissues from the
box on my desk and handed them to Larry, who’d started to cry at the sight of
her. “Here. Dry your eyes. There’s no use crying about it. You get to keep
them for a few more hours. But, you know that they’ll have to come off soon.
You won’t be the first boy or the last boy whose balls Dr. Scott cuts off.”
He cried anyway. I didn’t really blame him.
“In a month or two you won’t even miss having them. It’ll just seem natural
that you don’t have balls. I know a nice family with a couple of young
daughters that needs a houseboy. They’ll take good care of you and you’ll get
to play with the girls all the time. Without any balls you’ll be completely
safe around them. In fact, you’ll probably do as much playing as housework.
You’ll probably like it a lot more than life in the Projects. And some of
their friends have houseboys who don’t have balls, either. You’ll make friends
with them, too. You wait, it won’t be so bad.”
I don’t think Larry believed me. I know I wouldn’t have believed me if I’d
been the one listening.
I thought of Sybil and Michelle. My daughter’s birthday would be in two weeks,
and, as soon as he healed, Larry would be a perfect birthday present. I smiled
at the picture of a handsome young Black eunuch attending my pretty blonde
granddaughters. He’d probably look good with a gold collar and some earrings.
Gold would go so well with his flesh tone. Perhaps even a tight circumcision,
if not a thick Prince Albert piercing in his useless little penis. Of course,
Dr. Scott could easily remove that too, but I wasn’t sure…after all, I’d have
to leave that one up to my daughter…
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Tim wachte auf nach der total unruhigen Nacht.. seine Eier waren immer noch
heftig dick und sein Schwanz war fast voll ausgefahren.. Dauerständer.!! Was
so für den ganzen Tag nicht gerade angenehm war..er rief mich an ich sollte
doch vorbei kommen- ich war kurze Zeit später da. Er hatte sich eine enge
Boxer und eine Sporthose angezogen, damit die fette Beule nicht so sichtbar
ist, aber so ein Schwanz und die fetten Eier konnte man nicht einfach
verbergen.. es fiel mir sofort auf.. er begrüßte mich mit gierigem Blick und
grabschte voll in meinen Arsch… Bin dauergeil und potent geworden sagte er mir
– was mach ich jetzt nur..
Habe heute früh schon 2 x meine Eier entleert und könnte schon wieder - mh
dachte ich.. zeig mal. Er zog seine Sporthose runter und schon war alles
sichtbar.. er erregt mich der Anblick solch dicken schwerer Eier und er fette
Schwanz, so das meiner sofort anschwoll.
Ich zog seine Boxer runter und griff nach den Eiern und steckte den Schwanz in
mein Maul..
Margarine stand auf dem Tisch- ich griff hinein und schmierte eine Ladung auf
Tims
Arschloch… drückte ihn nach hinten auf den Tisch und fuhr mit meinem großen
Schwanz in sein Loch—meine dominat-agressiven Gedanken wurden immer stärker.
Er jammerte und es war troztdem geil.. ,mich machte es noch geiler.. ich
fickte ihn eine ganze weile.. wichste dann sein Schwanz und holte mehrere
mächtige Ladung Ficksahne aus ihm heraus..sein Arsch war nun frisch gefüllt
mit meiner Boysahne.. geil geil geil dachte ich---- – er sagt so geht das
nicht weiter—ich muß in diese Klinik . sein Schwanz und Eier veränderten die
Größe nicht .. nur meiner schlaffte ab.. . Anrufen- Termin und ich begleitete
Tim in die Klink.. er wurde gleich ran genommen.. der Oberdoc kam und sah und
sagte- du wurdest gewarnt vor zuviel
und heftigen Sex..na wir müssen mal beraten was wir nun machen..
Leg dich mal hin und er bekam eine Injektion in die Schwanzwurzel – seine
Schwellung ging zurück. Ich musste raus und der Ass. sagte zu mir ob ich mal
Tim’s Originaleier sehen will- geil dachte ich - sie waren gewachsen- in einer
Flüssigkeit liegend mit Schläuchen und und Drähten verbunden und fixiert.. es
sind wahre Spermaproduzenten. pro Tag 30 ml beste Qualität.. er fragte wie es
mir geht: ich erzählte von meiner Dominaz und Agression die ich früher nicht
hatte. Meine Body war sehr ausgeprägt und den Schwanz noch gewachsen..- bist
du zufrieden, fragte er mich. Es geht noch- las dich mal kurz duchchecken- ok
dachte .
Ich zog mich komplett aus und wartete. Mein Schwanz hing fett auf den Eiern..
ich wurde aufgerufen in den anderen Raum.. eine Kabine stand darin, den Kopf
oben raus.. die Arme in die Halterung, den Schwanz und Eier in die
vorgesehenen Öffnungen und dann die Tür zu machen.. mir wurde ein schwarze
Brille aufgesetzt und Ohrstöpsel verpasst.. ich spürte ein Unterdruck in der
Kabine.. mein Schwanz wurde gleich hart..Ich wurde mit Laser genau vermessen..
dann konnte ich wieder raus. Ich stand nun mit harten Rohr da; Der Ass.
begutachtete mich genau und packte dann mein Schwanz und die Eier „ du hast
dich echt super entwickelt“ und wog die fetten Klöten in seiner Hand ..er
führte mich zu einer Art Bock wo ich mein Schwanz reinsteckte und die Eier in
das andere Loch.. ich wurde festgeschnallt.. die Eier wurde vacuumiert und
dann wieder entlastet .. gute 30 min ging das so es machte mich irre geil,
dann ging ein Saug-Pumpbewegung am Schwanz los.. ich sollte entsamt
werden..der Ass stand hinter mir und drückte sich an meinen Arsch.. ich spürte
sein großen Schwanz . er holte ihn raus und schob ihn an zwischen meine
Arschbacken.. es machte mich wilder.. und ich spritzte ein große Ladung ab..er
lies kurz ab.. schmierte etwas saftiges auf mien Poloch und stellte die
Eiervacmaschine höher.schob sein fetten in meinen Arsch ich wurde wilder –
wollte das nicht -da musst du durch- und er fickt los.. die Maschine saugte
und pumpte mein Schwanz….man er konnte echt geil ficken.. sein schwerer Sack
klatsche bei jedem Stoß an meinen Arsch- ich dacht mir so wenn ich den mal zu
packen bekommen – dann wird er leiden- er fickte und fickte- ich spritze in
der ganze Zeit 4 x ab und jedes Mal reichlich..war völlig erschöpft – meine
Eier so heftig angeschwollen das sie Kühlung brauchten- ich konnte kaum laufen
Hühnereigröße war schon überschritten..er schnallt mich los und ich bekam was
zu trinken
er hatte noch nicht abgespritzt fiel mir auf.. er setzt mich auf einen Stuhl
unterm Sack war eine große Öffnung er fiel regelrecht rein und wurde gekühlt
war super angenehm. .ich merkte anfangs nicht das die Kühlung stärker wurde..
das Getränke war mit einer Betäubung versetzt.. die Kühlung war dann so tief
das es bereits dampfte .. meine Eier wurden unterkühlt.. 2 junge Assistenten
kamen herein und hoben mich auf den OP-Stuhl.. wir nehmen deine Eier jetzt
raus. Halten sie künstlich kalt am leben und du bekommst. Silkon-Hormon Eier
eingesetzt- für 6 Monate; du wirst keine Spermien mehr produzieren aber deine
Geilheit wird bleiben und dein Körper wird sich weiterentwickeln. Der Eine war
echt ein Süßer mit Knackpo.. trug so ein weiße Nylonhose.. fast durchsichtig
eng,, sein Cutschwanz und die dicken Eier war deutlich zu sehen.. er stand nun
dicht an mir.. ich konnte mich nicht bewegen war aber bei Bewusstsein.. Er war
nun direkt an meinem kopf.. und er rieb die Beule einfach in meiner Schnauze
und grinste dreckig.. ich leckte die Hose richtig feucht.. durchsichtig.. der
Schwanz war angeschwollen.. meine Eier waren draussen und der Assistent lies
mich mit der geilen Sau allein..“ na du eierloser, willst mal spüren wie es
ist eine Megaladung künstlicher Männersaft ins Maul zu bekommen..Er packte
sein Schwanz aus..schob seine mächtige Eichel mit meinen Mund-sie war ganz
heiß und mehr passt auch nicht rein und er knetet seine Eier.. und fickt mich
soweit es möglich war ins Maul.. so jetzt bekommst du es.. es spritzte mir
tief in den Hals.. ich schluckt und schluckt trank förmlich den warmen Saft;
der Mund war immer noch voll und er entlud sich weiter.. denke mal 250 ml
waren das sicherlich.. man das Zeug macht satt dacht ich.. wow das war echt
gewaltig sagte ich.,.. er reinigt mir die Reste vom Mund und sagte dann.. wir
sollten uns privat treffen..! und er steckte mir seine Mobile-Nr zu. Der
andere kam zurück- die künstliche eier wurden eingesetzt.. und ich war erst
mal zur Erholung freigegeben.
Bei Tim hatte man die Eier auch ausgetauscht und auch schwere Silikoneier
eingesetzt, die waren aber sensibler und Spritzbereit- ein technisch-
medizisches Meisterwerk.. Sein Arsch ist gründlich untersucht worden.. Ein
Spektulum hatte sein Arsch geöffnet. weit und weiter.. der Darm war gut
sichtbar.. es muß ihn recht geil gemacht haben- Sein Schwanz war sichtlich
geschwollen gewesen.. er ist nur an der Prostata gereizt worden bist er dachte
er müsste spritzten- das ging aber nicht..es kam nix aber die Muskeln
arbeiteten.. heftig.zuckte sein Schwanz und spritze etwas klare Flüssigkeit im
hohen Bogen raus.. er pumpte und pumpte.
Die Ärtzecrew war begeistert von den Reaktionen.. und man sah sich die Crew
zum Teil den Schwanz reiben unterm Kittel..so genug hieß es und Tim wurde
fertig gestellt.
Am nächsten Tag konnten wir nach Hause.. die Eier füllten sich schwer an.. der
Sack hing fett zwischen den Beinen und reizte immer beim laufen etwas
Geilheit.- war die Reaktion.
Martin war sichtlich nur noch geil - bi, gay, straight egal er fickte alles..
er hatte sich mit 2 Päarchen (m28w25 und m22/w32) via email verabredet ,
HotBeach als Fetisch, er fuhr mit der U-bahn in die ausgemacht Wohnung. Ein
Kerl Anfang 20 öffnet ihm die Tür , er war ca.1.70 groß guter Body, gebräunt
und trug nur ein weißer Stringtanga .Die Beule war heftig -schoß mir durch den
Kopf- er umarmte mich herzlich- und grabschte kurz in mein Knackarsch und
drückte sein Unterbauch an den meinen.. .. das Eis war gebrochen—Komm rein und
mach es dir gemütlich- hier kannst du dich kurz umziehen. Ich hatte mir einen
uralte, ausgebleichte Beachshorts , sie hatte schon Löcher , sah echt verucht
und geil aus das Teil,
Der Innenslip war komplett raus und so hatte mein Sack und Schwanz platz. Ich
ging ins Wohnzimmer- es war gut geheizt . die große Wohnlandschaft war einfach
geil. Die Andern staunten nicht schlecht als sie mich sahen und ich fand die
andern auch geil.. die Mädels hatten nur eine art Tennisröckchen an- sonst
nix.; der andere Kerl eine schwarze dünne Lycra Boxershorts.. sie zeichnet
deutlich einen cockring und den fetten Sack ab..
Wir tranken etwas zum aufwärmen.. und hier und da waren schon Berührungen und
grabschen angesagt.. der Hausherr der mich begrüßte- sass neben mir und seine
Freundin kniete vor ihm und lecke die Beule,Er griff nun einfach an den Sack
und Schwanz .. wow bekam ich zu hören.. und er dirigiert sie an meine Eier zu
Lecken.. Die Shorts hatte er mir runter gerissen . los lecke die fetten Eier..
Mein Schwanz stand nun saftig und wurde von ihm gelutscht.. die beiden anderen
war auch schon am lecken und blasen.. ich zog ihm den Tanga runter und fingert
seinen knackigen Arsch.. mhmh stöhnte er.. – ich drückte seine Eier glatt
rasiert war alles wie sie auch..
Geile Sau.. dachte ich.. sie musste sich rum drehen und ihren Arsch und Votze
präsentieren.. er zog mich zu ihr rüber..er wollte das ich mein Sack in ihren
Arsch steckte und den Schwanz in die Votze.. nach mehren Versuchen ging das
dann auch und es war irregeil.. die andern Kerle hielt mich fest.. das Mädel
massiert meine Eier mit ihrer Arschvotze ..das 2. Mädel leckt mir den Arsch
genüsslich weich mit ihrer saftigen Zunge- wow das war echt geil.. dann liesen
mich die Kerl los und ich blieb aber in der Stellung – bewegte mich immer
etwas so das Schwanz und Eier immer was spürten .. dann spürte ich ein heiße
fette Eichel an meinem Arsch..- sie flutsche in die weichgeleckte Arschvotze
rein .. es war ein absolut irres Gefühlr fickte mich sanft.. der andere Kerl
stand nun vor mir schob sein Prügel mit dem cockring in mein Maul.. man war
der hart und dick..die kleine jammert unter mir- wollte erlösung- und zwicken
ihren Arsch heftig zusammen ;somit auch meine Eier.. die sanfte Fickstöße
wurden stärker—ich gabs sie automatisch der Votze weiter- sein Schwanz war nun
ganz in mir verschwunden.. ich hielt mich nun am Sack meine Maulfickers fest-
er stöhnte laut auf..durch den Druck- und es mach ihn geiler.. ich merkte das
in Kürze die Samenflut aufsteigen würde..mein Arsch wurde nun kräftig
gestossen.. er war auch kurz davor.. er stöhnt laut auf und schoß seine ganze
Sahne in mein Arsch und blieb noch im Arsch drin.. der Maulficker spritze mir
das Maul voll und seine Eier- mein Haltepunkt- waren schon ganz etwas blau-
ich hielt sich weiter ganz fest. Ich ergoß mich in die Votze pumpte und
spritze die Votze voll es quoll wieder raus , der Saft lief aus der Votze über
ihr Arschloch an meine Eiern vorbei.. ich musste schon kräftig ziehn um sie
aus dem Arsch zu bekommen dann fluppten sie raus., rot und dick waren sie- und
alle machten erst mal pause- wir lagen erschöpft da. Ein Kneul geiler nackter
Körper… nur die eine hatte ja nicht viel abbekommen und nuckelte am angelaufen
Sack ihres Freundes rum, dem gefiel es auch gleich. Der andere Kerl leckte
nach kurze Pause die vollgesamte Votze seiner Freundin aus.
Mit mir gings auch schon wieder aufwärts.. ich hatte die Idee die beiden Kerl
an den Säcken zusammen zu binden Rücken an Rücken. Ihre Armen wurden an den
Seiten zusammen gebunden. sie mussten sich dazu hinstellen ..ich holte ein
Doppeldildo und steckte jede Seite in den anderen Arsch rein., die Eier schön
fest nachgeschnürt.. so blieb der Dildo auch gut sitzen.. ich lies sie einfach
da stehen und die Mädels fanden es super geil.. der Anblick. Wir lagen zu
dritt unter den zwei und besahen uns die fetten Säcke.. ich fragte flüsterned
das eine Luder was sie schon immer mal gern machen wollte? „ einen Kerl in die
Eier treten“ flüsterte sie zurück ok. gebont.. du musst ihnen ein Knebel ins
Maul stecken..und die Augen verbinden… sie tat was ich sagte- die Kerl waren
ganz still und regungslos
. So nun stell hier hin und dann trittst du mit voll Wucht zu- bei einem guten
Treffer triffst du 2 Säcke und 4Eier gleichzeitig.. sie holte sich irre
Lederstiefel holte aus und der perfekt Tritt traf auf die Säcke- die Kerle
sacken leicht zusammen mehr ging ja nicht- murrten und jammerten- was so durch
Knebel hindurch ging mußten aber wieder zurück weil sonst ihre Säcke extrem
gedehnt wurden durch das hinabsacken - willst du auch flüsterte ich der andern
zu.. die rieb sich die Hände ich und flüstert ich will mit der Faust schlagen-
wir übten lautlos den perfekt Schlag von unten.. sie holte aus und schlug mit
voller Kraft auf die Säcke, sie sacken wieder in die Knie- wollten umfallen-
aber hinsichtlich der Schmerzen an den Eiern ging es nicht und richten sich
wieder auf. Ihre Schwänze waren erschlafft. Ich lies jedes Mädel vor dem
Freund des andern knien und sanft das Pissloch lecken.. die Mädels trugen
beide Lederhalsbänder ich hatte dünne Leinen durch ein D-Ring gezogen aber
nicht befestigt. Ich lies sie schön lecken bis die Schwänze volle Härte
erreicht hatten. Die Leinen hatte inzwischen unbemerkt jeweils um die beiden
Kerl gezogen und zog nun an. So hatten Sie jede den Schwanz tief im Rachen und
konnte nicht mehr ausweichen- super geiler Anblick. Sie streckten die nassen
Votzen nach hinten weg..bei reingehn hatte ich ein alten Eisenbahntrafo mit
viel kabeln gesehen.. ich holte mir das Ding.. klemmt jeweils den positiven
pol in die nasse Votze fest und den negativen pol versetzt an den
malträtierten Eiern- dazu wickelte ich etwas Draht und die einzeln Eier und
sprühte sie ganz leicht nass.. – dann dreht ich auf.. mehr mehr mehr.. nix
passiert.. mh ich über prüfte alles –Fehler behoben.. der strom sollte nun
durch die nasse Votze zum Mund über den Schwanz durch die Eier laufen.. ich
drehte wieder auf.. höher höher wieder nix..- scheiße und haute 1x auf die
steuerung und dann zuckten die 4.. war wohl etwas festgerostet die Steuerung-
ich versuchte ein Rhythmus rauszufinden.. klappte nach einigen schmerzlichen
Missversuchen dann auch.. rauf runter rauf runter.. mh das war geil die
Muskelkontraktion zu sehen- die Votzen war super nass , tropfen schon.. mein
Schwanz stand schon wieder- ich stellte auf Dauer und schob mein Schwanz in
die Votze rein. ein leichtes Kribbeln spürte ich auch -drückt ihren Kopf fest
auf den Schwanz der echt hart war und fordert zum heftigen blasen auf..ich
tobte mich in der aufgeladenen Votze wahrlich aus - stiess rücksichtlos
hinein- wurde zum Tier; fest und hart das ihr Kopf jedes mal tiefer auf den
Schwanz.. die andere kam auch noch dran.. die hatte so ein süßen Arsch.. er
sah so jung und rosig aus.. könnte auch ungefickt sein.. ich setzte mein
dicken Prügel an und schob einfach los.. sie biss dem Kerl fast den Schwanz
ab. Als ich ganz in sie hineinwollte- egal ich hatte wirklich meinen geilen
Fun..
fickte sie nee ganze weile – dann nochmal die votze -spritzte sie beide voll
und dann dreht ich den Strom hoch – wollte sehn was die Eier aushalten- die
Votzen waren auf jeden fall fix und fertig und vollschleimig… die Eier waren
schon ins blaue gefärbt
dann fing einer an zu stöhnen also das was man hören konnte.. ich fand den
super geilen Stromrythmus . ich entlastet die Votzen zog den Doppeldildo aus
den Ärschen ( wahr gar nicht so einfach) und steckte das Kabel einfach in die
offen Ärsche tief rein und weiter gings.. das war dann auch nur noch wenige
Minuten dann spritze der Saft in die Mäuler bis die Eier komplett geleert
waren..die Mädels schluckten brav den Saft- der nur so den Kehlen hinab lief….
ich musst mich geschickt aus der Affäre ziehen.. dacht ich mir langsam.. ich
zog mich schon mal an.. hatte ein Löseleine an der Tür befestigt wenn ich
rausgehe wird sich ein Knoten eines Mädel lösen….so mein Plan.. manoman es war
echt ein geiler Abend.. die Eier der Kerl sahen lecker blau aus..die werde
einige Zeit eine Erinnerung haben—wollte ja eigentlich noch mal so fette Eier
in der Hand halten- kastriert sozusagen.. das nächste mal halt.
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Masturbationschirurgische Praxis - Teil 12a - German: Was am 1.1.15 so alles passierte, als der Dr. entkugelt wurde | WARNING, BI, TESTICLES, MINOR | Nicht nur der Dr. darf von jetzt an seinen früheren Onanismus bereuen ... | Vorwort: Ist die Helferin erst sterilisiert, liebt sie gänzlich ungeniert.
An der Tür der neuen Praxisklinik war ein großes Plakat aufgehängt, auf dem zu
Lesen stand:
"Datum: 01.01.2015. Uhrzeit: 10 Uhr. Veranstaltung: Öffentliche Einweihung der
neuen Kastrations-Praxisklinik gemäß Onanieverhinderungsgesetz, mit life-
Fernsehübertragung. Nur geladene Gäste unter Vorlage des Einladungsschreibens.
Dies ist ein Raucherclub: Nur eingeschriebene Mitglieder. Bitte
Personalausweis bereithalten."
Eingeladen waren 70 erwachsene und 10 jugendliche Gäste. Außerdem hatte Dr.
Hartmann in den letzten Wochen die strikte Anweisung bekommen, die 10
hübschesten zur Kastration angemeldeten Onanisten und die 10 hübschesten zur
Kastration angemeldeten Onanistinnen per Ausweis zu erfassen aber sie noch
nicht zu keuschisieren. Keiner von den geladenen Gästen wusste, dass die 20
von Dr. Hartmann erfassten Onanisten und Onanistinnen und auch Dr. Hartmann
selbst am Vorabend zu ihrer Überraschung von der Polizei bereits in die
Praxisklinik verbracht und dort die Nacht über in Einzelzimmern eingesperrt
worden waren.
Ab etwa halb 10 kamen die ersten geladenen Gäste vorgefahren, einzeln, mit
Gattin oder in wenigen Fällen auch mit Gattinnen und Kindern. Als erstes
mussten Sie die Einladung vorlegen, dann zwecks Eintragung in den Raucherclub
auch den Personalausweis, der - sehr zum Ärger einer hochrangigen, geladenen
Politikerin - sofort abgelichtet wurde. Dann wurden die Gäste zur
Sicherheitskontrolle geleitet, elektronisch kontrolliert, und dann weiter zur
Garderobe und zu den Wertsachenfächern, wo sie ihr Portemonaie und alle
Ausweise einschließen mussten. Weiter ging es zu dem Schutzkleidungsraum 1,
hier ging das Gemurre der Gäste allmählich los. Jeder wurde einzeln aufgerufen
und es dauerte dann immer eine ganze Zeit. Die 10 Jugendlichen wurden zuerst
nacheinander aufgerufen. Jeder Aufgerufene wurde in den Schutzkleidungsraum
gebracht und musste sich dort nackt ausziehen und fotografieren lassen. Er
musste seine Konfektionsgröße nennen und bekam dann für die Dauer der
Veranstaltung sicherheitshalber Anti-Onanie-Kleidung angelegt und
abgeschlossen: Die Jugendlichen sicherheitshalber Anti-Onanie-Overalls (davon
waren aus Kostengründen eben leider nur 10 da), die Erwachsenen normale Anti-
Onanie-Gürtel. Am meisten streubte erwartungsgemäß die Politikerin, aber auch
sie hatte keine Chance, weil die Schutzkleidungswärterin ihr klarmachte, dass
sie ihre eigene Kastration riskieren würde, wenn sie sich nicht an ihre
Arbeitsanweisung, jedem seine Schutzkleidung anzuzuiehen, halten würde. Noch
einmal stockte der ganze Betrieb, als eine keimdrüsenfreie Familie (Vater,
Mutter, Sohn und Tochter) drankam. Diese brauchten keine Schutzkleidung zu
bekommen, aber deswegen musste die Schutzkleidungswärterin jetzt erst einen
Herren-Gürtel, einen Damen-Gürtel, einen Knaben-Overall und einen Mädchen-
Overall von einer Kollegin abholen lassen, weil sie über jedes Teil
Schutzkleidung genau Buch führen musste. Einen Jungen erwischte sie übrigens
dabei, wie er versucht, den Penis nicht in der Penisröhre, sondern
freischwebend daneben im Overall unterzubringen. Aber unter Androhung einer
Kastration verstaute auch dieser Junge dann seinen Penis schnellstens in der
Penishülle.
Als alle gefrusteten 80 Gäste im Saal Platz genommen hatten (die Gäste hatten
sich natürlich im Stillen auf herrliches Onanieren gefreut, das nun also den
Fernsehzuschauern vorbehalten bleiben sollte), begann das Fest: Auf der Bühne
befand sich links ein freier Raum mit einem herrlichen Bett, während rechts -
vom rechten Raum vollständig abgeteilt - der OP aufgebaut war. Der erste der
gestern abend von der Polizei hergebrachten 10 onaniegeilen Jungen wurde nackt
auf den linken Bühnenteil gebracht und er durfte sich unter den Fotos von 10
nackten Schönheiten (den 10 onaniegeilen Mädchen, die gestern abend ebenfalls
von der Polizei gebracht worden und genauso wie die 10 Jungens sofort nackt
fotografiert worden waren) eines der Mädchen aussuchen. Beim Anblick der Fotos
ging sein Schwanz natürlich sofort zu letzten Mal hoch. Das nackte Mädchen
wurde hereingebracht und die Beiden (die bisher sich wegen ihrer
Onaniekrankheit noch nie an Kontaktaufnahme gewagt hatten, durften auf dem
Bett übereinander herfallen. Hinterher wurden sie auf den rechten Bühnenteil
gebracht und dort sofort kastriert. Als nächstes wure eine der verbliebenen 9
nackten Onanistinnen auf die Bühne gebracht und durfte sich einen der
verbliebenen 9 Onanisten aussuchen, auch diese wurden dann sofort nach ihrem
Erstlingssex von ihren Keimdrüsen befreit und so weiter, bis alle 20
Masturbanten bzw. Masturbantinnen glücklich kastriert waren.
Dann wurde der bekleidete Dr. Hartmann auf die Bühne geholt und von seinen
bisherigen 8 unfruchtbaren und seitdem so schrecklich obergeilen Helferinnen,
die heute außerdem ausnahmsweise nackt arbeiten durften, ausgezogen und konnte
seinen Steifen nun also nicht mehr verbergen. Er wurde auf der OP-Liege
festgeschnallt und seine 8 Helferinnen erhielten von Dr. Hartmann's Nachfolger
die Anweisung, nacheinander seine Kügelchen zu testen, die erste Helferin ganz
sanft und dann jede stärker, die letzte Helferin sollte sie dann wie einen
Schwann leerdrücken. Als diese das tat, drückte sie ihm dabei mächtig seinen
letzten Samen heraus, er spritzte mit einer wilden Fontäne ab und zuckte trotz
(oder gerade wegen) der eng angelegten Gurte wie ein Wilder.
Dann führte der Nachfolger von Dr. Hartmann, auch dieser heute nackt, an ihm
eine - wegen der Schwere seines anhaltenden und berulich angeheizten
Onanismusses - "historische Kastration" durch, das heißt: Eine Kastration ohne
Beteubung. Dabei durfte jede seiner 8 Helferinnen in Erinnerung ihres wilden
folgenlosen Sexes mit Dr. Hartmann diesem eines seiner 8 Kabel durchschneiden.
Der Penis seines Nachfolgers stand fest wie ein Betonpfeiler und aus 8 Muschis
tropfte der Saft.
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Mike's Last Day As a Man | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | Mike is caught masterbating by his wicked step mother and pays for it with his cock. | ` Mike had now become a young adult; like all young men, Mike had many sexual
urges that needed to be satisfied. To that end, Mike master bated frequently
which is considered a normal practice for everyone, male or female. It is
unfortunate that Mikeĺs wicked step-mother did not see it that way. You may
recall the fate of Mikeĺs brother Jim. A few months ago, Jim was caught master
bating and as a part of his punishment, his two step sisters and their girl
friends were allowed to tie Jim up, tease and torture his cock and then slowly
take his cock from him. `
Mike and Jimĺs father, now 50, re-married two years ago. His new wife is 38
and very sexy. Lisa has the physical attributes that can make a manĺs cock get
hard very quickly. Like Lisa, the two step sisters, Cindy and Tara, share
their motherĺs sexy qualities. Cindy is the oldest sister, blonde hair, nice
ass, D cup tits and legs that are really fine. Tara has dark hair and the same
attributes of her sister Cindy. Both Jim and Mike are very good looking young
men. Mike is one year younger than Jim. Mike lifts weights and has many
muscles in the right places, especially his ôwash boardö abs. His cock is very
thick and ôhorse hungö, with an ôuncutö disposition. For the last two years,
Cindy and Tara have been trying to trophy both young menĺs cocks. Jim warned
his brother Mike to be very careful as to when and where he played with his
meat; ôIf your step mother catches you, your step sisters will waste no time
sharpening their knives. I know, they now keep my cock in a jar and show all
of their girl friends that come over to visit.ö
Mike was very careful and still had the greatest respect for his older brother
Jim. With or without a cock, Jim is still a man. When Mike felt the urge, he
would sneak off to an old trailer by the garage. Once Mike was inside the
trailer, he would stroke his beautiful cock to his favorite CDs. After all, it
was his cock and Mike felt that he should be allowed to do what he wanted with
it. Over the last two years, Mike and Jimĺs father had been worn down by the
step mother. Ed did everything his wife wantedů.the house work, the yard work,
the car maintenanceů..his money was her money. Ed was afraid of his wife and
what she might do to him if he disobeyed her. It comes as no surprise then
that late on a Saturday afternoon, Ed happened to be walking by the old
trailer and heard some music playing. When he looked inside, he saw Mike
playing with his cock. Instead of leaving things alone, ED thought that he
might get some sexual reward for turning his son in. Ed wasted no time running
to his wife and ratting out his son. Five minutes later, his wife and one of
her friends opened the door to the trailer and caught Mike with his cock in
his hand. ôYou have been warned Mike! You would think you learned a lesson
from Jimĺs fate. I guess notůthere will be a trial in 1 hour. As soon as your
sisters get home, your fate will be decided. In the meantime, I want you to
put your fucking, dirty hands over your head. I am going to hand cuff you to
the steel bar behind you. Thatĺs the only way that I know you will not keep
doing such a nasty thing with your cock. My friend Debbie will keep an eye on
you while I get ready for your trial.ö As soon as Mikeĺs step mom left the
trailer, Debbie sat down on the trailer bed wife Mike. Debbie was a knock-out
and had that sexy face that we all know so well. Debbie must have been about
28 years oldůnice tits and ass, sandy brown hair and brown eyes to match.
Debbie leaned toward Mike and said ôyou know Mike, for the last year, I have
always wanted to get a nice long look at that great big cock of yours. I have
seen that monster through your jeans and it has always made me hot. Now, I am
going to play with you like I want and there is not a dam thing you can do
about itů.well, maybe scream now and then.ö With that, Debbieĺs tongue touched
the tip of Mikeĺs uncut cock and she began to lick around his cock head,
between the foreskin and the head of his cock ever so slowly. Mikeĺs favorite
CD was playing loudlyůůůůůů..öcoo coo ca choo, coo coo ca choo, stroke that
cock baby, stroke it like you wanna do. Spare me no mercy, bite my big dick,
make it suffer, lick the prick.ö Mike began feeling pain and pleasure at the
same time. He tried to hold back his cum, but, it was too late. His cock got
ôrock hardö and within 3 minutes of his sexual torture, he shot six large
streams of cum 3 feet in the air. Debbie laughed and quickly chewed on the
sensitive cock head while he was still cumming. ôOh yea Mike, did you enjoy it
as much as I enjoyed working over your mother fucking prickůjust think, we
still have another half hour to play.ö The music continued and Debbie began
licking up and down the shaft of Mikeĺs cock. ôYou are going to suffer now
Mike. Your nice, big dick is going to get what it has coming to it. How about
a nice big bite!ö Mike screamed out in pain, ôfuck, mother fuck, you bitch,
stop it, oh fuck please, a man can only take so much, please, not my cock, oh
fuck it hurts!ö Debbie replied ôthis is just the start Mike. After your trial,
I am certain your step sisters will have some interesting fun with your mother
fucken prick-dick.ö Debbie then continued teasing Mikeĺs cock by lightly
chewing on his cock head. Mike screamed out in agony and begged for
mercyů..Cindy just laughed and began to suck up and down on his cock shaft.
Within a few more minutes, Mikeĺs step mom returned and entered the trailer
with his two step sisters and 6 of their girl friends. They were all dressed
in black robes. The girls looked at Mike tied up and helpless and began to
giggle loudly. This is the first time they had seen his magnificent cock and
they couldnĺt wait to take their turn with it. They all gathered around Mike
and Mikeĺs step mom announced that the trial would begin. ôMike, you are
charged with playing with your cock. You have been warned that this is nasty
and is not appropriate. I personally witnessed you doing thisů.do you have
anything you would like to say?ö Mike responded ôPlease, what are you all
going to do to me, please, donĺt ruin my cock, oh fuck, I am so sorry for what
I have doneůI wonĺt do it any moreůI promise.ö ôToo late Mikeůits time to pay
the price. Mike, we hereby sentence you to the supreme punishment for a
manů..you will receive cock torture and we will then take your cock. Girls,
all we have left to do is decide what his cock torture will consist of and how
we will take his cock from him.ö Mikeĺs sister Cindy shouted out, ôlets tease
him with our naked bodiesů.then, lets take turns with his cock. First, we will
lick his cock shaft very slowlyůthen, we can chew on his cock head and suck
all the cum from his cock and balls.ö Mike screamed out ôYou bitches, you have
no right to do this to my cock, fuck, fuckin no, stop this right now, its my
cock.ö Tara then took over the conversation ôToo bad Mike, the local laws are
clear on this issueůwe have every right to do what we want to your cock and
theres not a fuckin thing you can do about itůůůlets pull on his cock with a
rope and lick on it while it is pulled tight! Then, I want to bite up and down
on his mother fuckin prick and slide up and down his cock shaft with my
teeth.ö ôOh Tara, Mikeĺs mom said, I like that ideaů..and, I have decided that
you will have the honor of cutting off Mikeĺs big mother fuckin cock when we
have had our fun. Girls, let the cock party begin.ö The girls dropped their
robes and their sexy bodies were revealed. The music started playingů..öGive
me a man with a great big cockůtie his hands and make him talků..suck his
prick until he screamsůů.bit his dong until he creamsů.make the fucker pay the
priceů.suck his cock and make it rockůůmake him suffer like he shouldůůthen
cut his cock off slow and good.ö The girls danced around him as the music
played louder and louder. Mike knew that in just a few moments the girls would
begin doing what they had wanted to do to him for a long time. As he looked at
the girls, their tits bounced up and down and the motion of their asses made
his ôsoon to be taken from himö cock, rock hard. The girls laughed loudly at
him as they teased him with their bodies. They made sure that they rubbed up
against him and teased him. As they danced, they yelled out things like ôtime
to suffer, time to pay for it Mike, time to party with your fuckin prick
mother fuckin dickass cocků..ö. Mikeĺs step mom told the girls to begin his
torture. Cindy started on his cock and licked up and down his shaftůöUMMM, it
tastes so good Mikeůhow does it feel to know that your going to lose your
dickie to a bunch of womenůhow does it feel to have your fuckin man piggie
worked over while your helplessů.UMM, I have wanted to do this to you for a
long time.ö ôFuck you bitchůůůůleave my cock aloneůůoh fuck, please, fuckin
no, oh fuck have mercy, oh my cock, AHHHHH, you bitch!ö Cindy and the girls
just laughed. Mikeĺs step mom laughed the loudestůöThatĺs it Cindy, work his
cock over, make that big pecker suffer.ö The girls were then offered turns
with Mikeĺs cock for the next 2 hours. They each sucked it, bite on it, licked
it and teased the hell out of his cock. Then, Mikeĺs step mom announced that
it was time to take his cock. ôCindy, put the tube in like I showed you. Tara,
take the knife and get ready to cut slowlyůI want Mike to suffer.ö Cindy put
the tube in Mikeĺs cock and Mike began to scream in painů..öOh fuck, please
stop, fuckö When the tube was in, tara stepped up beside Mike and took one
last like on his cock. She then put the knife at the base of his cock and
began cutting as slowly as possible. Mike screamed out once again in
agonyů.öStop, please stop, please donĺt cut my prick off, please, I beg you!ö
Tara kept cutting as the music got louder. The other girls began shouting ôcut
it off Tara, take his man from him, cut his mother fuckin cock offö. It took
Tara 5 minutes of slow cutting, but, his cock was finally removed. Mikeĺs step
mom sewed up the wound and the girls took turns dancing around with his
severed cock in their hands. All Mike could do was watchů.he would have no
more cock pleasure for the rest of his life.
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Die natürliche Entwicklung | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY, NULLIFICATION, German | Erzählt die Entwicklung einer Beziehung eines Paares. Am Ende ist alles Gut. | Seit knapp drei Jahren war ich mit Rebeka verheiratet. Unser Familienleben war
normal, wir führten eine weitgehend konventionelle Ehe, ich war formell das
Familienoberhaupt. Von einem Tag auf den anderen wurde ich wegen einer
Restruktierung im Unternehmen entlassen. Es war ein grosser Schock für mich.
Ich begann Arbeit zu suchen, fand aber keine, was mich sehr bedrückte. Rebeka
hatte sich während der letzten drei Jahre vor allem im Haushalt betätigt und
nebenbei als Aushilfe gearbeitet. Rebeka fragte an Ihrem Arbeitsplatz nach, ob
Sie voll arbeiten könnte. Sie waren mit Ihr sehr zufrieden, freuten sich dass
sie ihr Arbeitspensum erhöhte und sie wurde sofort zur Abteilungsleiterin
befördert und verdiente deutlich mehr wie ich zuvor. Mit Ihrem sofortigen
Stellenantritt vereinbarten wir, dass ich fortan den Hauhalt führen sollte.
Ich war nicht begeistert, aber es war vernünftig und so akzeptierte ich es.
Bei diesem Gespräch hatte sie zum Abschluss noch einen Punkt. „Wenn ich voll
arbeite, dann bin ich ab jetzt das Oberhaupt der Familie, ich habe es bei Dir
auch akzeptiert.“ Ich war selbstverständlich sofort damit einverstanden und um
es Ihr zu zeigen, küsste ich Ihre Füsse. Sie lächelte.
Am nächsten Tag ging Sie arbeiten, ich sollte währenddessen den Haushalt
machen, jedoch machte ich es mir einfach gemütlich. Am Abend bemerkte Sie es,
aber schwieg. Ab dem dritten Tag machte sie den Haushalt dann selbst. Nach
zwei Wochen sagte sie mir eindringlich, dass die Doppelbelastung zuviel sei.
Ich gab Ihr auch vollkommen recht und versprach Besserung. Während vier Tagen
hielt ich durch, am Freitag war wieder der alte Schlendrian da. Am Abend sagte
sie mir. Es gäbe drei Möglichkeiten:
a. Ich werde Dich jetzt züchtigen.
b. Du wirdst während einer Woche nur Frauenkleider tragen.
c. Du packst Deine Sachen und verschwindest.
Ich fand es zwar drastisch, hatte aber auch berechtigterweise ein schlechtes
Gewissen. Ich fand Sie solle mich sowohl züchtigen und dass ich auch die
Frauenkleider während zweier Wochen tragen werden und all Deinen Anweisungen
folgen. Sie lächelte. Küss mir die Füsse und versprich mir die beiden Sachen.
Danach musste ich die Hose abziehen und bekam zwei Dutzend Hiebe auf das
Hinterteil. Sie sagte ab Samstag Mitternacht beginnt es ernst. Geniess Deinen
morgigen Tag in Hosen. Wir gingen schlafen.
Am nächsten Morgen stand ich früh und bereite Ihr das Frühstück, als
Versöhnungsgeste, denn ich wollte sie nicht verlieren. Das Tragen der
Frauenkleider war schon ungewohnt, aber ich hatte es ihr versprochen und wenn
ich damit die Hausarbeit endlich machen würde, wäre viel gewonnen. Sie fuhr
nach dem Frühstück in die Stadt für Einkäufe. Nach dem Mittagessen kam Sie
nach Hause und befahl mir Ihr all die Säcke heraufzutragen. Als ich den
letzten Sack ins Schlafzimmer stellte, sagte Sie so Du kannst Deine neue
Arbeitskleidung gleich anprobieren. Ich hatte es Ihr zugesagt und zog mich
vollkommen aus. Dann zog ich ein Höschen, den BH, Strümpfe und ein Kleid an.
Ich schaute mich im Spiegel an. Ich musste noch stark feminisiert werden.
Anschliessend nahm ich Rebeka ins Badezimmer, wo Sie mich in der Dusche
komplett mit Enthaarungscrčme einschmierte. Nachdem Abduschen war mein Körper
ganz glatt. Ich bat Sie bereits das Kleid heute Samstag zu tragen. Sie war
damit einverstanden, aber die Zeit fängt erst um Mitternacht an zu laufen.
Wenn jemand von draussen zum Fenster reingesehen hätte, er hätte gedacht hier
leben zwei Frauen. Zum Nachtessen gab Sie mir noch eine Östrogentablette, die
ich ab jetzt zu jeder Mahlzeit bekam.
Am Abend schlief ich zum erstenmal in einem Nachthemd, es war sehr angenehm.
Am Morgen begannen die zwei Wochen. Rebeka fand, ich soll sie jetzt bedienen
und auch nicht mehr das Schlafzimmer benutzen, dazu nicht mehr stehend
pinkeln. Ich war ein wenig überrascht, aber fügte mich selbstverständlich
Ihrem Wunsch. Ich zog in ein Zimmer im Keller, natürlich nur mit den
Kleidungsstücken für Frauen, die anderen brauchte ich ja nicht mehr. Ich
arbeitete jetzt gut im Haushalt, aber Rebeka war streng und fand auch kleine
Fehler, welche sie bestrafte und nach Ihren bisherigen Erfahrungen mit mir war
das gewiss berechtigt. Jedesfall ging die Woche gut vorüber.
Am nächsten Samstagnachmittag kam Monique vorbei. Sie war eine alte
Schulfreundin von Rebeka. Die beiden hatten sich lange nicht mehr gesehen. Sie
war lesbisch und hasste Männer. Sie fand es gut, dass ich Frauenkleider trug
und den Haushalt machte. Ich bediente die beiden Frauen beim Abendessen.
Monique fragte mich wie ich mich fühle, ich antwortete wohl, darauf brachte
sie den Vorschlag, den Versuch mit den Frauenkleider um eine Woche zu
verlängern. Ich wollte Ihr gefallen und versprach es sogar um zwei Wochen zu
verlängern. Rebeka freute sich darüber. Monique liess mich des öfteren kommen
um Sie zu bedienen.
Beim Dessert entschieden Sie Monique soll doch über Nacht bleiben. Ich fragte
ob ich das Gästezimmer bereitmachen sollten. Die beiden lachten nur und
antworteten zusammen. „Wir schlafen gemeinsam im Schlafzimmer.“ Nachdem Sie
sich zurückgezogen hatten, räumte ich auf und wusch alles ab. Ich ging in mein
Kellerzimmer. Es war komisch, eine andere Frau schlief jetzt an meiner Stelle
neben Rebeka. Aber ich hatte es auch nicht anderes verdient und gönnte den
beiden die wohlverdiente gemeinsame Nacht. Sie hatten sich sicher aus
vergangenen Zeiten viel zu erzählen.
Am Morgen servierte ich Ihnen Ihr reichhaltiges Frühstück mit Champagner ans
Bett. Dazu bereitete ich Ihnen ein Vollbad vor. Die beiden genossen es. Nach
dem Bad zogen Sie Hosen und T-Shirts an, während ich einen Jupe und eine Bluse
trug. Zum Feiertag machten wir einen kleinen Spaziergang, wobei ich im Abstand
einiger Meter hinter den Frauen ging. Nach der Rückkehr setzten Sie sich in
den Garten und ich servierte Ihnen einen Cocktail. Bei dieser Gelegenheit
wünschte Rebeka, dass ich Ihr die Füsse küsse, was ich sofort machte. Danach
bat ich auch die von Monique zu küssen dürfen, Sie freute sich darüber.
Am Abend verliess uns Monique. Rebeka gab mir noch die Anweisungen für morgen.
Am Morgen brachte ich Ihr das Frühstück ans Bett und half Ihr bei der Wäsche
und dem Ankleiden. Anschliessend ging sie zur Arbeit und ich machte den
Haushalt. Abends kam Rebeka wieder. Nachdem sie das von mir zubereitete und
ihr servierte Essen beendet hatte setzte sie sich in Fauteuil und liess mich
vor ihr knien. Sie fragte mich, wie mir die Aenderungen gefielen. Ich
antwortete Wahrheitsgemäss, dass es mir gefiele. Sie lächelte und fragte und
dass mit den vier Wochen ist dir ernst. Natürlich war meine Antwort. Sie
schickte mich in mein Kellergemach und telefonierte anschliessend.
Bereits in den nächsten Tagen zog Monique definitiv bei uns ein. Gehorsam half
ich Ihr beim sich installieren. Schon bald kam das Gespräch, wie es
langfristig weitergehen sollte. Es gäbe mehrere Möglickeiten; aber das beste
wäre sicher, die beiden Frauen sind das Ehepaar und ich werde Ihr Sklave, der
sie fortan bedient. Alles andere wäre nur ungerecht und unnatürlich. Ich werde
entmannt am besten im Rahmen einer Versklavungszeremonie, also es werden mir
der penis und die hoden entfernt. Ein Mann war ja fortan in diesem Haus
überflüssig. Ich aktzeptierte es sofort, denn für die beiden Frauen wäre es
das optimalste und ich dürfte Ihnen dienen. Monique und Rebeka waren positiv
überrascht, fragten mich nochmals ob es mein Ernst sei. Nachdem ich dies
bejahte, entschieden sie das Prozedere möglichst bald durchzuführen, bevor ich
die Meinung ändern würde.
Am nächsten Samstag war endlich der grosse Tag. Ich freute mich bereits sehr,
die beiden Frauen waren in den letzten Tagen ein wenig aufgeregt, ob alles
auch funktionieren würde. Am Freitag Abend assen wir zusammen, ich durfte
dabei ausnahmsweise noch einmal am Tisch essen, anschliessend konnte ich im
Gästezimmer schlafen.
Am Samstag Mogen wurde ich früh geweckt, bekam sogar ein Frühstück an den
Tisch, dann kam ein Vollbad, wonach mir alle Körperhaare abrasiert wurden.
Darauf wurde ich mit Handschellen gefesselt und in den Keller geführt. Zuerst
unterschrieb ich unzählige Dokumente, wie Vermögensübertragung und ähnliches.
Darauf wurde ich ausgepeitscht, anschliessend die Genitalien abgeschnitten und
als Ihr Sklave gebrandmarkt. Zum Abschluss durfte ich den beiden Frauen den
Sklaveneid leisten. Danach servierte ich Ihnen Champagner, denn sie sehr
genossen. Sie brachten mich in meinen neuen Käfig und verschlossen ihn.
Am dem Morgen bediente ich die beiden Frauen, mein Leben hatte endlich wieder
einen Sinn erhalten. Ich durfte den beiden schönen Frauen dienen, damit ihr
Leben angenehmer wird. Sie gingen jeweils zur Arbeit, während ich mich um das
Haus kümmerte. Am Abend bediente ich die beiden jeweils. Sie waren ein
glückliches Paar, welches eine perfekte Beziehung hatte.
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Thecia Gets Really Pissed | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia again removes a rapist from the gene pool.Fiction and not for minors. | Thecia gets really pissed.
My name is Thecia, I’m a 31 year old engineer and an underground cutter. There
are thousands of human balls in this country that need removing. Someone has
to do it, it might as well be me. I’ve nutted over 150 men and I’m good at it.
When I’m working in New Jersey, I’m about 20 miles from NY City. The local NJ
paper of course covers New York too. They reported the story of a rapist who
would target young girls. The victims were all between 13 and 15 and of all
races. Always abducted and set free the following day. The police had nothing
to go on except that he was Hispanic and had an accent.
I work closely with a woman’s protective group headed by my friend Dr. Pann.
When I read of these atrocities, I called her. While I know how to deal with
these types of people I don’t have the resources to find them. Dr. Pann has
these resources. Unlike the police she can throw money at informants and get
information.
It took her and her investigators exactly five days to find the pervert. He
lived on 14th street in Manhattan. Dr. Pann’s Russian enforcers delivered him
to me. His name was Jesus, he was about my height, 5’9” and weighed about 160.
My friend Jill flew up from Dallas to help. I picked her up at Newark Airport
and she stayed at my place.
The Russians dropped the rental van, complete with the scumb bag to a parking
place in the park near my place in NJ. Jill and I parked a quarter mile away
and walked to the van. His hands and feet were bound with duct tape. His mouth
was taped shut and he was blindfolded.
We drove slightly less than a hundred miles into the New Jersey Pine Barrens,
two miles in on one of the sand roads there was a side road, not much more
than a path that allowed us to get out of sight even to a passing car on the
rarely used main road.
Jesus was small but wiry, he fought us as we dragged him from the van, we just
pulled him out and let him fall to the sandy ground. We dragged him about 50
feet from the path into a little clear area surrounded with scrub.
The Russians had left us four pipes to stake him to. We drove two of the pipes
into the ground and tied his right hand and right leg to them. Now came the
tricky part, we had to cut his bindings to spread his legs. , Jill got her
contact stun gun ready and I told him that if he fought he would feel the
50,000 volts. Being a dumb low life he fought anyway and Jill hit him with the
gun. It worked, he lie back shaking and let us tie him face up.
Until now he had no Idea what was happening to him. Jill cut his pants off and
exposed his not very impressive package. No wonder he felt the need to rape
young girls. He had a four inch noodle dick and balls the size of grapes. I
had my surgical kit with me, but I also brought a “plan B” set up. While I
normally abhor inflicting pain, I really hated this man and wanted him to
suffer.
I told him that I was going to take his balls and his raping days were over.
He couldn’t answer me, but he struggled mightily against the stakes. Jill
walked up to him, said, “Stop!” and calmly kicked him in the balls.. He tried
to double up, but the bindings would not allow this.
Jill, as was her want, began to play with his small dick. She said, “I hope
you enjoy this, as it will be the last load you will ever deliver. “ Even
fully erect his cock barely made four inches. In a short time his balls
tightened and dribbles of cum ran down the cock it came from. Most fell on
Jill’s hands, so she rubbed the thick liquid on his lips, forcing him to
swallow some.
His balls didn’t reach the ground but it didn’t matter for my plan. I opened
the jar of honey in the plan B kit and filled the pump bottle with it. The
bottle was equipped with a needle at the end of a tube. The needle easily
punctured his scrotum and I began to pump. The thick liquid flowed steadily
and his nutsack grew with each pump. When it reached the size of a small melon
I stopped. Using a scalpel I punched a small hole it the sack. The honey began
to slowly seep out. Using the honey that remained in the bottle I dribbled
some on the outside of his package and made a trail to the nearest red ant
hill.
Jill and I drove about eight miles to the South Jersey Diner where we had
lunch. I had a pastrami sandwich with iced tea and Jill had a BLT club with
coffee. After the leisurely lunch we slowly drove back to Jesus. His balls and
sack were history, his cock and legs had evil red welts all over them. I
almost felt sorry for him, he couldn’t even scream, I said I “almost” felt
sorry, I still smiled. I saw the little ants carrying tiny pieces of ball meat
to the ant hill. Parts of his cord system remained as did a ragged edge of his
nutsack. Not pretty, I dressed the wound as well as I could and cut the
bindings. We left him staggering towards the road as we drove away.
We stopped at a convenience store for a cup of coffee and drove home.
Jill flew home the next day and by some unknown miracle the rapes in the city
came to a screeching halt..
Respectfully Submitted
Thecia
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# When I lost it.
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When I was young, I rarely ever wore clothes.Being an only child,
mom would take me to places where I could play with other kids.
They would almost always be naked too, both boys and girls. One day
after we got home, mom asked me about my playing with the little
girls that day. I told her we had fun together. She asked if I
noticed anything about them. I said that they didn't have a dinky
like I do and they liked touching mine. She then asked me what I
thought about their no dinky. I said they looked nice. Then she
asked me if I would like to be like them, and I said yes. A few
days later I was taken to a placeto see a doctor. After the exam I
was admitted the a hospital. I was taken to a room and put to
sleep. When I woke up, mom was sitting next to me. She said
everything is alright.We'll be going home in a few days. On the day
we were to laeve the hospital, the doctor came to remove the
bandages. I had been drousy from meds for several days so I wasn't
fully aware of what was going on there. He took off the bandages
and said everything looks great. When I looked down there I saw
that my dinky was gone, and so were my balls. The doc said after it
fully healed and the swelleng goes down I would be just like a
girl. I was only 6 years old then and mom kept me naked all the
time. When I was fully healed she took me out again to play with
the other kids, naked as usual. They noticed my dinky was gone and
asked about it. Mom told them she had my dinky at home and it will
stay with her now. I looked just like a little naked girl. Anyone
who saw me, children and adults, to them I was a girl.
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# Brave New Women's World
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Story: Brave New Women's World! by subsisszero
This is a story I wrote some years back that was published, just in
case it may look familiar to you.
My vision of the future, enjoy!
BRAVE NEW WOMEN'S WORLD
My favorite type of FEMALE Dominance is one in which the FEMALES rule
completely; in the family's home, at work, in the community, in the
world! Where WOMEN take over all rights, FEMINIZE their males and
control the males lives completely. I especially love when the
FEMALES of a home domesticate, dominate, enslave, FEMINIZE and
sissify THEIR petticoated males to do any bidding THEY might demand
or require. I am not into professional dominants,except as teachers
for new and inexperienced WOMEN to be trained in the ways of FEMININE
SUPERIORITY and male submission. It is especially delightful and
morally right for WOMEN to rule as THEY see fit with no questions or
comments allowed from the lowly males!
In a new and better world, FEMALES rule completely. The males would
hold no property, money, elected office or management jobs. FEMALES
have all rights, males have no permanent rights at all, except
whatever FEMALES deem necessary or important at the moment. In her
home, the head of the home is the MOTHER and then, HER DAUGHTERS.
THEY are in charge, no questions! The men are FEMINIZED and dressed
in clothing in order to emulate The SUPERIORITY of FEMALES as well as
the humiliation of all males SHE will make "him" beg and wait for
relief. Sometimes, in order to teach the male a lesson or to
Sometimes, in order to teach the male a lesson or to further his
humiliation training, a WOMAN or GIRL would simply insist
the "petticoated male sissy" squat, lift his skirts, and wet his
pretty little sissy panties or confining WOMANISH panty-girdle in
public or private; the male would have no choice but to say "YES
MA'AM" or "YES MISS" as the case may be, and wet. After
this "lesson" he would be punished (spanked) for not controlling his
FEMALE owned body better and for being naughty! Still squatting and
teary eyed, he would have to recount apologies and beg the WOMAN or
GIRL for HER forgiveness! The male would have to remain in his
squatting position until given permission by a FEMALE to stand, often
remaining in position for extended periods of time.
LADIES rooms, on the other hand, would be lavish and clean, with many
toilets and plenty of room with males serving as toilet paper and
tampon servants, or in place of toilet paper with their mouth as the
LADY'S desires dictate. The LADIES room would also include special
tables where males are strapped down, face-up as living FEMALE
urinals or for a quick CUNNILINGUS "pick me-up". These males are
catheterized (a tube inserted into the bladder via the urethra in the
penis to drain urine) to prevent these living receptacles from having
to get up to relieve themselves of all the liquid they would drink.
It would not be an uncommon sight, indoors or out, in public or in
private, alone or in front of others, to see a WOMAN or GIRL of any
age, lowering HER slacks or raising HER SKIRT or DRESS, and then
lowering HER PANTIES, ordering HER male servant to his knees with the
snap of HER fingers as he assists in HER undressing, pressing HER
PUSSY to the face of a male, using the males' mouth to urinate into.
Having completed the act of relieving HERSELF, SHE is then licked
clean buy the sissy servant of all golden residue, HER clothes are
straightened and replaced and SHE goes about HER pleasure, as the
male, left kneeling behind HER, expresses his thanks to HER for HER
special gift and HER thoughtfulness. Other WOMEN seeing this would
simply smile and feel a rush of FEMININE POWER and PRIDE.
Rights of passage would also change. At a certain time, a young GIRL
of age 7 - 9 years is given a beautiful ceremony and many gifts
celebrating HER WOMAN-HOOD, some for pleasure, some for symbolism.
SHE is then taught more about HER superiority as a FEMALE, how
beautiful HER body is, learning all HER formal rights as a FEMALE.
She learns how males are naturally useless, inferior and in need of
the guidance and control of the superior FEMALE MIND and SPIRIT.
Above all, SHE learns how right and easy it is to dominate, control,
and humiliate males of all ages especially her brothers, father,
grand-father, and male in-laws (including male members of HER
MOTHER'S FEMALE SPOUSE'S family). As SHE grows, HER MOTHER and other
FEMALE members of the household and extended family, including HER
OLDER SISTERS, MOM'S SPOUSE, AUNTS, FEMALE COUSINS ETC., will teach
HER the fine art of FEMININE masturbation and how to make love with
other FEMALES, as is proper! When SHE gets to dating age, LESBIAN
dating and all GIRL slumber parties (orgies to enhance and strengthen
the FEMALE aspects of HER life) is what SHE will know, enjoy, look
forward to, sexually fantasize about, and masturbate while
daydreaming of!
Male rights of passage during puberty will include, a ceremony in
which males are ritually "unlocked", "milked" to six or more
ejaculations, made to consume their own semen, spanked and tortured,
with special attention paid to the male's tiny
useless "nippies", "wee-wee" and "ballies" along with plenty of face
slapping by all FEMALES present. After, the bound male is diapered,
with his little "pee-pee" and "ballies" locked together, he is
allowed to witness his first LESBIAN orgy. This is to condition him
to the normalcy of such an event and to demonstrate to him his
uselessness and sexual undesirability to FEMALES, The SUPERIOR SEX!
The WOMEN spend hours (as they alone are capable of) enjoying THEIR
own superior sexual pleasure and freedom, ignoring sissy as he is
left frustrated, wimpering and in pain, the wussy chants things
like, "I am less than a FEMALE; I am not good as good or as smart as
a beautiful FEMALE," teaching him his proper place in the world. He
is later rewarded if he pleases the FEMALES in attendance with his
performance. He will eventually learn this to be his lot in life, so
he'd better get used to it! In this way the male adapts and learns
to take pride in his permanent subservient role.
Of course WOMEN will be trained from pre-puberty that their menstrual
periods are a beautiful and natural monthly occurrence, and also
taught the rightness of the male to suffer in celebration of this
great event. The male's suffering would include being spanked and
anally penetrated by a dildo equipped FEMALE for HER celebration and
orgasmic pleasure. Of course, males would have to preform
CUNNILINGUS no matter what time of the month! Males would be in
responsible for bathing and pampering the all important FEMALE,
including the changing, caring for, and disposal FEMININE hygiene
products (Tampons, Sanitary Napkins, Douche Products, etc.) shaving
HER body in any way, if SHE desires. Many WOMEN will opt to keep
their glorious PUSSIES and PUBIC AREAS shaved as to allow more tongue
stimulation during the virtuous, beautiful and joyous act of
CUNNILINGUS; other beautiful WOMEN would have their BUSHES styled by
a sexually altered beautician, a sissified ex-male. Some modern
clothing designers will make FEMALE clothing which exposes FEMALE
genitals, and in so doing, show off the FEMALE'S FEMININE pride to
the world.
Many FEMALES, desiring a more FEMININE world, would naturally want
their little sissy's offensive and disgusting little "bee-bees" and
or "pee-pee" removed, (a fitting natural and outcome since
psychological castration is the way all of his sissy-life). This
purification is preformed after the sissys' sperm has served it's
reproductive, FEMALE pleasure, and male training functions.
Additional sperm could be saved in a sperm bank if it's use was
necessary at a future time, reproductively or for display and
humiliation purposes. One humiliation function of saved sperm is for
example at a future castration anniversary party celebration where
the WOMEN have the male orally or rectally consume his own sperm
years after his disgusting "ballies" have been removed. All forward
thinking, intelligent, and educated WOMEN could have the male's
castration done in several ways: 1.) Ceremonially with all HER FEMALE
FRIENDS, RELATIVES and CO-WORKERS in attendance by a FEMALE
SUPERIORITY SPIRITUAL LEADER, 2.) Surgically by an all FEMALE
hospital staff (remember all education and power is FEMALE only!), or
3.) Through a home castration kit sold in drug stores by that time.
Many LADIES would videotape this event so it could be shown again and
again to THEIR FEMALE FRIENDS and the humiliated altered sissy ex-
male! Some LADIES would want the males' ball-less tiny little "pee-
pee" left on him as a constant reminder of his less than FEMALE
status, yet others would insist the unsightly and un-FEMININE
protrusion be removed. Many WOMEN would even opt for plastic surgery
and the construction of a VAGINA, a CLITORIS and LABIA installed into
the sissy, so with an artificial phallus, the FEMALE could, after the
sissy's healing process, tie down and rape the new sissy-slut
(symbolically getting even for the abuse WOMEN have suffered at the
hands of foolish men)! The buttock tatoo would be a reminder to all
who see it that this is not truly a FEMALE! By administering FEMALE
hormones, the "fixed" sissy would fit nicely into the home life of an
all FEMININE world, thus making all life easier for the LADIES of the
all FEMALE world and the pleasure that is so rightly THEIRS. As
the "changed sissys'" new "breasts", wider and more FEMININE hips and
buttocks develop, perhaps the WOMEN of the house would decide to have
further plastic surgery done to make the face and body of new "PUSSY-
sissy" look and feel more FEMININE. When the new, more appropriately
pleasant sissy has recovered, perhaps a small "coming out" party
could be thrown where the sissy would be clad in a frilly new
FEMININE pink French-maid's DRESS cut high around the lower hem and
low around the sissy's new real looking "titties", and worn with-out
PANTIES, just for this occasion, showing off the newly created and
hairless altered crotch so the LADIES of the house could keep "her"
on display for all of their FEMALE FRIENDS. As new children are born
into this beautiful and superior WOMAN'S world, the new "fixed pussy
sissy" would eventually be given additional FEMALE hormones so "she"
will begin to lactate, being able to "breast-feed" the new born
child! This will have the effect of enhancing the power of the
FEMININE world a little more by the glorification FEMALES, and
completely and permanently crushing all males.
If any anyone reading is a member of a FEMALE DOMINANT family or
FEMALE SUPREMACY life-style group, please write in and give vivid
details. I, for one, would love to hear about your life! I support
you and look forward to a world as stated above!
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Her Test Of Womanhood | STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION, Death | It was her day to become a woman, and a warrior | ` `
Her Test Of Womanhood By Ms, Athena
Her name was Lasha. She was the daughter of Shata, High Priestess of the
Mother Goddess, and Queen of the Laqui tribe of Nomadic Amazons. It was the
day of her twelfth birthday. The day she would have to go forth alone on a
manhunt to prove her fitness to take her place as an Amazon warrior. She woke
up with the rising sun, and hurried to the temple tent to pray to the Mother
Goddess for success in her test of womanhood. Her prayers over, she assembled
the few items she would be allowed to take with her. A water bag, some food,
her knife, and a boomerang. Then she put on her hunting belt to which her
items were attached. The belt being the only clothing she was allowed to wear
until she earned the warrior’s right to wear a skirt. When she was ready, she
left the encampment, and headed for the distant river.
Nearing the river she crept silently, like the serpent, through the jungle.
She could hear him long before she could see him. He was a young man, no more
than twenty years of age. He was naked, and splashing in the water of the
river as if there was no danger he had to look out for. Silently she moved as
close to him as she could get without exposing herself. Then she reared up and
let loose her boomerang, hitting him on the side of his head knocking him
unconscious. The boomerang returned to her, and was put back in her belt. Then
she cut some vines to use as ropes.
She ran out to him, and before he could regain consciousness she tied his
hands behind his back, and his ankles together. Then she threaded a long vine
under his shoulders, and tied it so that she would have a way to drag him back
to her tribes encampment. It took all of her strength to pull his dead weight
through the jungle. During the trip back he woke, and began to curse at her.
When he did, she dropped the tow vine, went over to him, and kicked him in his
balls to shut him up. After many stops to refresh herself, she arrived back at
her tribes encampment.
As she pulled him to the center of the camp the young girls taunted him. They
struck him with sticks, and threw mud on him. The old women licked their lips
as they commented on the size of his cock and balls. The warriors smiled, and
told her what a great prize she had brought to the tribe. He was dragged to a
mound near the campfire. His ankles were untied, and then retied to stakes
that held his legs wide open. Vines were tied to his elbows, and to stakes.
His wrists remained tied behind his back. She went into the temple tent to
thank the Mother Goddess for her successful hunt.
Returning to her captive she walked around him seven times, taunting him, and
savoring the terror in his eyes as he looked up at her. She took her knife,
and stroked his shaft with the side of the blade, laughing as he tried to
shrink away from her. Then she squatted over his head facing his manhood. Make
me a woman, she said, and I may allow you to live as my slave. Make me a
woman, and I may even allow you to keep your manhood. She lowered her budding
womanhood to his lips.
He licked, and sucked on her womanhood as if his manhood, his very life
depended on it, which indeed it did. She reached forward, and took his manhood
into her hands. At her touch it grew to monestrous size. She massaged his
balls, as she rocked her hips grinding her womanhood hard against his face.
She was moaning in pleasure as her climax was nearing. She stretched his ball
sack, and held it up against his cock so that she could grasp both the base of
his cock, and the top of his ball sack in one hand. Then as she reached her
orgasm, she screamed the scream of a woman experiencing pure pleasure. Before
her orgasm could subside she cut off his cock, and balls in one swift slice of
her knife.
Holding her prize overhead so all could see it, she lowered her womanhood to
cover his nose, and mouth. Then she squeezed her thighs together cutting off
any chance he would have to breathe. She suffocated him to death with her
womanhood. The old women of the tribe trussed his body to a spit, and placed
it over the campfire to roast. They took his cock and balls from her and
cooked them on a hot rock. The cooked cock, and balls were given to her. She
ate them as was her right. Her mother wrapped the skirt of a warrior around
her, and fixed it in place. That night the tribe dined well on man meat as
they celebrated her becoming a woman, and a warrior.
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All for Alyssa | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | I would have given everything for my girlfriend, had she asked. But I made a mistake, and she decided to tame me. | The youth stood, trembling in the dock. This was not just because he was
completely naked as was the law for a male up on a charge of indecent assault
and attempted rape. Nor was it his nudity in a courtroom that was packed,
mainly with girls from his college, all of whom were clothed. These factors
were bad enough; but the foreman of the jury had just stood to pronounce the
verdict. The trial had not gone well, and the young man knew he didnĺt stand a
chance.
ôGuilty,ö the foreman said in a strong, loud voice.
The youthĺs heart sank. Unless there was a miracle, or the judge took pity on
him, he was doomed. But this judge was one known for his harshness, and indeed
the boy discovered that this brave new world was one without pity as the man
announced his sentence: ôůbecause of the heinous nature of your crimes, you
will be taken from this place and given into slavery, the proceeds of your
eventual sale to be given to your victim as recompense for your sexual
indiscretions.ö
He was led away to the cells. Most likely, he would become the slave of some
sadistic, ugly catamite who wanted nothing more than tear the anus of a virgin
male. The truth was, he had actually done nothing wrong. During a little love-
play with his dear, sweet and innocent girlfriend Alyssa, he had accidentally
squeezed one of her breasts while kissing her passionately. Alyssa had cried
out ľ more in surprise than fear, he believed. But her mother had rushed in.
Alyssa claimed he was trying to rape her, and the rest was now history.
ôItĺs your own fault,ö his mother said later as he sat, still naked, in his
cell. ôYou shouldnĺt have tried to push things with Alyssa.ö
ôBut it was an accident!ö he protested.
ôI am sure it was, but Alyssa obviously didnĺt think so. You should have been
more careful. You know how tough the laws are on male sexual misconduct.ö
This was, of course, true. The government had become fed up with the ever-
rising crime rate, and even sexual assault was now usually punished by slavery
for life. What had once been a free, liberal society that preferred
rehabilitating criminals had now become one in which Draconian laws now meant
rape was punishable by death, with no appeal permitted. Since the government
believed that sex-crimes were carried out by the disadvantaged or poorly
educated, slavery had seemed the ideal solution to solving the problem of the
rising unemployment figures. The trouble was, the youth thought as he sat in
his cell, he had been neither disadvantaged nor uneducated. He was one of the
few who would inevitably be sacrificed for the good of the many. Yet the
crackdown had worked. Old ladies no longer feared to go out to their local
store, schoolgirls happily walked home in the dark from school. Crime had all
but disappeared.
He was moved to the slave camp the following day. For the next three months,
he was trained, along with many males of his own age, in the art of being an
obedient slave. The training was brutal and included beatings, starvation,
torture, sleep-deprivation ľ all designed to break the will and turn the
subject into a compliant individual. The youth broke long before any of the
others for he was good at heart, innocent of his crime and naturally meek.
Once he had healed from the sadistic beatings he had received during the
ôtrainingö, he was allowed a proper diet and permitted to spend as much time
as he liked outside. Soon, the food, exercise and the sun turned him from the
pale, skeletal thing he had become back into a beautiful youth, with golden
skin, fair hair, wide blue eyes and a fine, though boyish, figure. Despite the
latter, he had an impressive-enough penis ľ a decent and amply girthed six
inches when limp. The guards joked with one another about using his anus
(though they never dared because of the terrible penalties they would undergo
for such a transgression).
The day of the slave-auction came. The youth knew what would happen and had
hardly slept the night before. Most slaves sentenced for minor lawbreaking
were shown on a platform, clothed. Those found guilty of a charge as serious
as attempted rape, however, were displayed to the crowds, completely naked,
their pubic hair shaved away. He found himself waiting in line, shivering
despite the bright sunshine, for his turn to come. Before very long, he was
alone on the platform except for the auctioneer, naked before the cheering,
mocking crowds. It seemed he was the only offender whose crime was considered
serious-enough to be sold naked that day. He gazed around and, to his horror,
saw that a huge group of girls from his college were in attendance, all of
whom he recognized. He tried to hide his manhood with his hands, but the
effort was pointless since his hands were shackled behind his back. The
indignity of being shown off, naked, to so many gorgeous girls was almost more
than he could bear, yet, despite this and to his dismay, his penis erected of
its own volition until it was the hardest it had ever been - a full, throbbing
eight inches of male meat. The girls jeered and mocked him. They well knew
that a new fashion was becoming popular among slave-owners: castration. He
prayed something so horrible would not happen to him.
ôThink how youĺll look without balls!ö one of the girls, a cute brunette
called Jamie with whom he had attended English classes, shouted up at him as
if reading his mind. ôYour big cock wonĺt look so proud when the testicles
have been cut off!ö
ôI hope your owner castrates you because of what you tried to do to Alyssa,ö
another girl, Katya, cried. ôIĺm innocent,ö he shouted back.
ôWho cares?ö Katya laughed. ôIf I owned you, Iĺd castrate you simply for the
fun of cutting the balls off such a big fat cock while you writhed in agony
and horror. Then Iĺd stamp on them till they popped and grind them into the
ground with my heels.ö
The bidding began. It was too fast for the youth to follow. Besides, he
couldnĺt keep his eyes off his former college friends. One of the girls pushed
her way to the front ľ an adorable, petite blonde, and his heart sank further.
It was Alyssa. She was wearing a light, summer skirt and a tiny little white
top that left her belly bare. She raised the top for a moment, and he had a
brief glimpse of her small, perfect, perky young breasts with their adorable,
conical nipples. It was too much for the youth, and his penis twitched, the
knob itching maddeningly. Without warning, sperm spurted in large arcs from
the organ, the girls leaping back to avoid being splattered. The girls all
gazed at the pools of spunk that had so narrowly missed them, then at his
penis, still erect and seeping spunk. Then they all fell about laughing.
The auction finished at that moment, and the boy was led away to the
collection halls where he was suspended from the ceiling by a chain manacled
to his wrists. A few seconds later, the auctioneer ushered in his new owners.
He gasped. It was Alyssa, accompanied by her mother.
ôHeĺs all yours,ö the auctioneer said, smiling. ôMinus my commission, you get
all the money back since Alyssa is the victim of his hideous crime.ö
ôWe are a bit worried about his performance on the platform,ö the mother said.
ôI was sickened to see him ejaculate without any stimulation. How do I know my
daughter will be safe with a youth who so obviously has no control over his
sex-drive?ö
ôOh, we have harnesses for that which will keep him limp and docile.ö
ôMy daughter thinks he should be castrated,ö the woman replied. ôAt first, I
was against such a cruel idea. But now I am inclined to agree. After all, see
for yourself. His penis is still erect and leaking his vile juices.ö
Castration? The youth thought, terrified. Surely they would not inflict
something so terrible on his manhood? Surely his lovely Alyssa hadnĺt really
suggested such a ghastly fate for the boy she had claimed to love?
Alyssa was standing slightly behind the auctioneer and her mother. She quickly
flashed her young boobs at him again. To his horror, sperm shot forth from his
penis a second time.
ôYou see, Mother,ö Alyssa cried. ôHe has to be castrated! He tried to defile
me once and he mustnĺt be allowed to try again. Look at that big, thick
arrogant cock, so proud with its big balls bulging at its base! How can we
ever trust him with those horrid testicles still attached? They have to come
off. Pleeeeaaaassse Mother?ö she added, almost in a childish whine.
ôIf youĺre sure,ö the auctioneer said.
ôWe are sure,ö Alyssaĺs Mother replied firmly, her eyes wide and skin pale as
she gaped at the big penis and the semen that was dripping from it. ôButůit
does seem rather a shame to take balls away from such a magnificent organ,ö
she said. ôAnd he is very beautiful.ö
ôMother,ö Alyssa snapped. ôYou promised heĺd be my slave, not yours! Off with
his balls.ö
The woman sighed. ôO very well, dear.ö
ôOf course, you realize he will be no use for tasks that require strength
around the house,ö the auctioneer told them. ôAs a eunuch, he will be of use
only as a house-slave, cooking and cleaning and so forth.ö
ôSince he is to be my daughterĺs slave, that is just as well,ö the mother
replied. ôBut she wants to witness the castration.ö
ôAnd I want to make the cut that severs the balls,ö Alyssa added.
ôGood,ö the Auctioneer smiled. ôWe do not get to do as many castrations as I
would wish. Personally, I love them, especially when the victim is a youth
like this one. If you like, we can do it now.ö
ôIn public,ö Alyssa said. ôI want the audience from the auction to witness his
emasculation.ö
ôAn excellent idea.ö
A few minutes later, the youth was led out into the sun once again. He was
almost fainting at the horror of what was about to happen to him, but there
was nothing he could do about it. He was about to lose his testicles, and thus
his sexuality as a male; and he was to become the slave of the girl who
castrated him. How could dear, sweet Alyssa wish such a terrible punishment
upon him? He would become a eunuch, unmanned, incapable of pleasuring a woman.
Surely she still had some pity in her heart? Cut her cold, unfeeling eyes met
his and he knew there would be no reprieve. ôHow can you do this to me?ö he
asked her.
ôYouĺd do the same if the situations were reversed,ö she snapped. ôTry and
enjoy it. You are, after all, centre-stage. Itĺs not everyone who undergoes
the humiliation of being castrated in public and before all the girls from
college!ö
The youth lowered his head in shame and emotional turmoil. Surrounded by a
jeering crowd, he was strapped down to a frame that splayed his legs wide. The
auctioneer tied his balls off tightly and painfully at the top of his sack,
then handed a knife to Alyssa. ôJust grab his scrotum, tug the balls away,
then make a quick slice through the skin at the base of his penis. The balls
will come off easily. Leave it to me to patch him up afterwards. Up to you
what you do with his bits. Theyĺll belong to you. But try not to cut off his
penis because they usually bleed to death unless theyĺve been properly
prepared. And with this one being so erect, I doubt weĺd be able to save him.ö
ôDo their cocks usually get so erect when they are castrated?ö asked Jamie,
the cute brunette who had taunted him during the sale.
ôNo,ö the auctioneer replied. ôNormally, their penises shrivel up in terror
and their balls kind of try and withdraw into their bodies. I expect this
oneĺs secretly aroused by his humiliation.ö
ôThatĺs just the kind of slave I want,ö Alyssa chuckled. ôLetĺs do it.ö
She reached down, seized the youthĺs manhood as she had been told, then sliced
his scrotum off with one flick of her wrist. Raw agony sprang alive in the
youthĺs groin, yet his penis, which was harder than ever, ejaculated a third
stream of sperm. Alyssa stood, holding his severed scrotum with its precious
jewels still inside, blood dripping from between her fingers. The crowd was
cheering.
ôWelcome to life as a eunuch,ö Alyssa said, smiling at him. ôLet us know when
he has healed,ö she told the auctioneer. Then she turned away, her friends
gathering round as she showed them what a maleĺs severed balls looked like.
The youth took time to heal. He lost weight, so deep did his misery become. He
was worse than a slave, now, he knew. He was a eunuch, a male made useless to
women and who would never now know what it felt like to fuck a female or
experience sexual love ľ or love of any kind. Any romantic love he might feel
for a girl in the years to come would never be mirrored in her eyes. Yet what
hurt him the most, more, even, than being castrated in public, was that he had
been castrated at the will and by the hand of the girl he loved and whom he
thought had loved him. He would sit, chained in his cell, for hours, gazing at
the place where his balls had once been. But they were gone forever, taken
away by the castrating knife of a beautiful young girl while her friends had
looked on, laughing in delight.
Two further horrors were inflicted upon him. The first was that the insignia
of his new owner (Alyssaĺs family crest) was branded into his tender young
buttocks ľ the agony far, far worse than that of his castration. The second
was that Alyssa had left instructions that the guards were to use him as they
saw fit. Consequently, because of the rarity of having a eunuch who had been
sold under their care, the men wasted no time abusing him. Hardly an hour
passed without someone thrusting their penis into his tight anus or down his
throat and filling him with their cum.
Despite all of this, he did heal and eventually regained his health and
beauty. Once again, he was led out into the sun, but this time into a fenced-
off enclosure. There were some twenty other males there. All were eunuchs and,
like him, all had their hands tied tightly behind their backs so that there
was no way they could hide their shame.
The youth gazed at his feet, unable to look up at anyone, especially the large
crowd of people who had gathered at the fence to gaze at the new eunuchs
(something, he later discovered, which was rapidly becoming a favoured family
outing on days when the new eunuchs were collected by their owners).
Someone touched his shoulder and he turned. He gasped. It was Alyssa, wearing
a lovely white summer dress, the nipples of her sweet young breasts clearly
poking from beneath the cloth. Her hair was in a chaste, smart ponytail, but
she was not alone. She had brought a group of her college friends with her,
all of whom he knew well and many of whom he had shared classes with and had,
from time to time, fancied. They all gazed pointedly at his groin.
ôHello Eunuch,ö Alyssa said, smiling. ôSo, this is what a boy looks like when
he no longer has testicles. You look much prettier than I expected and
surprisingly feminine without those dirty balls. And no pubes!ö
The latter, in fact, had never grown back, perhaps from the shock of
castration, and the hair on his limbs had become fine and golden ľ his chest
as bare as a girlĺs.
ôAnyway,ö Alyssa said. ôIĺm here to take you home. I brought my girlfriends
along because they wanted to see what you look like now.ö She attached a
collar to his neck, added a lead and pulled on it. ôCome along, Eunuch.ö
ôBut I am naked!ö he cried.
ôOf course you are,ö Alyssa said as she led him from the enclosure and down a
street. ôI am not going to allow you to wear clothes ever again. I want to see
your eununchism at all times and, when you run my errands in town, youĺll be
naked then too so that complete strangers can see what has been done to you.
Besides, youĺre a castrated slave, so it is only right you go naked so that no
poor unsuspecting girl falls in love with you. Iĺm not good at sharing my
toys. And you are a toy, my boy.ö
ôAnd Alyssaĺs very good at breaking her toys,ö Jamie giggled.
The walk to Alyssaĺs home was humiliating for the new eunuch. Everyone they
passed stopped to stare, many laughing at the unlikely spectacle of a group of
college girls leading a naked, shackled and castrated youth through the
streets. Although eunuchs were becoming, understandably, more and more popular
as slaves, especially for with parents who regarded them as perfect for their
teenage daughters, the sight of one naked in public was still relatively rare.
The new eunuch knew this would most likely change once Alyssa sent him out,
nude, to do her errands.
Once they were at Alyssaĺs house ľ the house he had last stood in as a
courting male ľ Alyssa told her friends to go home. Once they were alone, she
unshackled him and removed his collar.
ôMotherĺs had a room fitted out for you. I think youĺll like it. Weĺve had all
your stuff brought from your house, so it should be homesome enough. As for
your dutiesůHell, I havenĺt even begun to think about that. One thing is set
in stone. The only person you ever obey is me. I am your owner. No one else
has any right to tell you what to do. Iĺve made that absolutely clear to
Mother, Father and the staff.ö
To his surprise, she linked her arms around his neck and pressed herself
against him. ôI still love you, you know,ö she said.
He was intensely conscious of the cloth of her dress against his naked body,
her firm flesh against his groin. His penis immediately began to harden.
ôThatĺs odd,ö she said. ôI thought eunuchs usually were impotent.ö
ôI wouldnĺt know,ö he replied. ôIĺve never been a eunuch before, so I have no
experience upon which to draw.ö
Alyssa giggled. ôIĺm glad you havenĺt lost your sense of humour,ö she said.
ôThatĺs one of the things I love most about you: that, and your darn big
penis. Iĺm glad you can still get an erection. Letĺs go on the Net and do some
research.ö
It was familiar to sit beside Alyssa at her desk, using the computer. Theyĺd
done this so many times in the past when boning up on college assignments. But
this time he was a naked eunuch, and she was the girl who had castrated him.
Yet familiarity took over, and they did their research with their accustomed
efficiency.
ôSo,ö Alyssa said once theyĺd finished, scanning the notes sheĺd made. ôMales
castrated before puberty usually never go on to develop male sexual
characteristics. Their genitals remain small.ö
ôAgreed,ö he said.
ôYet males castrated after puberty can often get erections if stimulated
properly.ö
ôApparently so.ö
ôBut, often, lack of testosterone can lead to impotence.ö
ôYes,ö the eunuch said, sadly.
ôBut hormone treatment can sort that out.ö She turned to him. ôWe get the
doctor in tomorrow,ö she said. ôNot just to maintain your erections, but
because of this bone density thing. Thatĺs scary. And, also, I donĺt want you
getting all depressed and moping around the house like our research says
eunuchs sometimes do. Besides, I expect youĺre depressed enough already by
having no balls.ö
ôThat is something of an understatement.ö He gazed into her beautiful, wide
and seemingly so innocent eyes. ôWhy did you do this to me, Alyssa? You knew I
wasnĺt trying to rape you. Why did you set me up and, most of all, why did you
castrate me?ö
Alyssa sighed, went bright red and lowered her head. ôItĺsůcomplicated.ö
For a moment, anger rose so high in him he almost struck her. He wanted to
pummel her with all the rage and hate he felt for what she and the world had
done to him. But, for some reason, the need to lash out left him almost as
soon as it had arisen. She was clearly upset and, despite the terrible
degradation she had caused him, he realized he was still just as deeply in
love with her now as he had been when he had been a real man. In a sudden
flash of insight, that came from he knew not where, he realized they would
always be together: the castrated and his castratrix, locked together forever
in an eternal symbiotic circle that even death would never truly break.
ôTell me,ö Alyssa. ôWhy did you do this to me?ö
She began to cry. ôBecause I could. You donĺt understand. Itĺs always been my
ambition to castrate a man. Itĺs just a kink in my brain, I guess. You gave me
the opportunity and I took it. And I canĺt really apologize because, now that
I have done it, I feel so fantastic. You wonĺt believe how I orgasm when I
masturbate now because of what Iĺve done to you.ö She began to sob heavily and
nestled against him. Despite himself, he automatically put his arms around her
and comforted her.
ôItĺs okay,ö he said, patting her and stroking her lovely blonde hair. ôIůI
forgive you.ö
The next day, the doctor arrived. The new eunuch was tested for everything,
and a week later the doc returned with injection therapies and a diet sheet.
ôThis kinda stuffĺll make you more male than most males,ö the Doc told the
eunuch. Youĺll be fucking fire hydrants!ö
ôI hope not.ö
ôThatĺs good news,ö Alyssa said once the Doctor had briefed her. ôCome on,ö
she said, taking her eunuch by the hand. ôTime we went to College. Youĺve
missed several months of studies, but you can catch up because all our friends
will share their notes, assignments and essays with you.ö
ôI have to go to college naked?ö he gasped.
ôSure.ö
The first few days were traumatic, but Alyssa, with whom he shared all his
classes, never left his side and shouted at anyone who even so much as giggled
at him.
As is the wont of passing time, the week soon became a month, and that month
soon became three. The eunuch, although always naked, settled into a life that
was very much his own. The only duty Alyssa insisted he perform was to bathe
her. Otherwise, he lived in the house as normally, though nakedly, as free as
anyone else.
Before long, the eunuch no longer felt shy at being naked in public since more
and more girls were castrating their boyfriends then bringing them to college.
Before long, half the males of the year had been tricked into castration and
were sitting, naked, in class.
One evening, winter approaching, Alyssa took her eunuch to one side during a
family barbeque. ôThere is one last task I ask of you,ö she told him.
ôAnd that is?ö
ôI am being fucked tonight.ö
ôWhat do you mean?ö
ôMother wants me fucked. It is a ritual in my family. It will be done almost
now, before all the family.ö
ôNo wonder you are so kinky.ö
ôYeah. Well. Maybe. But Mother insists that you watch.ö
ôOkay.ö
ôIt will be humiliating.ö
ôI guess this a new twist youĺve just thought up. I had hoped we were secure.ö
ôNo twist, eunuch,ö Alyssaĺs mother said as she walked over. ôAlyssa loves
you. I simply want her to know what a real penis with balls feels like when it
shoots its stuff in her. Otherwise, sheĺs going to marry you, and there is
nothing I can do because she is about to inherit the estate because it passes
to her when she is aged nineteen because of my fucking fatherĺs fucking stupid
will. So, while I till have some control over my child and our estate, I want
Alyssa to experience a real penis before she gives her heart to you.ö
ôA sensible attitude,ö the eunuch said.
ôYou surely donĺt want them to fuck me?ö Alyssa gasped at the youth.
ôBetter you know.ö
Alyssa was stripped naked seconds later. Two very well endowed, masked men
took her in every orifice. She was expertly loved for twenty-five minutes, her
stomach stirring like a stormy ocean. The scent of pussy juice filled the air,
as did Alyssaĺs cries of delight. The eunuch looked on, consciously only that
it was not his sperm filling her holes, not his penis upon which she sucked.
He gazed in astonishment as one especially thick cock thrust into her vagina,
coated with her sex-excrement, glistening. The vagina was almost split open,
her sex-flaps bright red as they were stretched from flaccid flaps to breaking
point. Alyssa moaned and groaned almost constantly, except when a big fertile
cock was forced into her throat. Then one of the fuckers decided it was ôAnus-
timeö on the girl. ôLetĺs do the Portuguese,ö the man cried as he nudged
Alyssaĺs anus with the mighty knob of his massive member, still slimy from the
insertion into the girlĺs pussy. Alyssa screamed even louder than the eunuch
had done when he had been branded.
Finally, Alyssa walked away from her fuckers, legs unsteady. She was drenched
in sperm, and male and her own juices were flooding from her anus and cunt.
The eunuch stood and held her tightly. ôYou okay?ö he asked.
ôNo. Not really. I really, really need a drink.ö
Alyssaĺs father thrust a glass of brandy beneath her lips.
ôEunuch,ö Alyssa said, ôHelp me upstairs.ö
The eunuch picked her up, carried her away from the celebrants, and placed her
on her bed.
Alyssa touched her pussy with a finger. ôItĺs so sore!ö
ôI am not surprised.ö
ôCould youůwould youů?ö
ôEr, what?ö
ôLick me?ö
ôYes, Mistress.ö
Within a few seconds, Alyssa was having orgasms, her own internal juices
helping to encouraging all the male juices to flow out of her as the eunuch
lapped away.
ôI never thought youĺd do this,ö she said as he licked. ôI never thought Iĺd
finally have a eunuch licking me clean after I had been bonked.ö
ôI hope you were insured,ö he joked.
ôBetter keep on sucking and licking in case I ainĺt.ö
Once her vagina and anus had been sucked free of sperm, he lapped all the
deposits that were on her skin.
He bathed her later, douched her, and discovered that she had been put on the
pill as a present for her 19th birthday.
The next day, Alyssa woke him, smiling. ôItĺs cool,ö she said.ö
ôWhatĺs cool?"
ôI own this house. You are mine. I own you. We are together. Iĺve evicted my
parents. And donĺt look so worried, they have Auntie Janeĺs beach house that
is more than good enough for them.ö
ôI donĺt understand.ö
ôWeĺre rid of those old fuckers. They tried to make me see sense because they
thought my passion for eunuchs was wrong. But you kinda guys are so much more
nicer kinda guys.ö She sat up. ôSo, I am staying with you. Okay?ö
ôAre you sure?ö
ôWell, since the hormone treatment, your penis seems pretty good and fine and
dandy to me. I wanna ride it.ö
ôBut what about other men?ö
ôSure there will always be other men. Iĺm a teenager and this is C 21. What
dĺyou expect. But I will always come home. And I am on the pill! And I want
the licking out by my eunuch when I fuck. Itĺs so kwl! But as for babies by
othersůI asked a doctor to drain your sperm when you were in that slave camp.
So, I have your sperm when I want the babies.ö
ôWhy?ö
ôBecause you have a very big cock. Now, because that very big cock gets very
big because I now pay for the hormones that make it get very big, why not
stuff it up me and take me to heaven?ö
ôOkay.ö
* * * |
Pacific North Party Time 2 | GAY, STRAIGHT, WARNING, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, S/M, ball jeopardy and games of skill | This is the story of a party. It’s a simple story really. The party and the guys aren’t simple tho. it’s one of those hot parties you hear about, and never get invited to. Well almost never. | ` **This is the story of a party. It’s a simple story really. The party and
the guys aren’t simple tho. it’s one of those hot parties you hear about, and
never get invited to.**`
_Well almost never._
Southern New Zealand two days before the party. Aaron (a-gone) is on his way
to the party. Aaron knows its gonna be a fucking hot party.
“NOW BOARDING FLIGHT 1225 TO VANCOUVER BC, TORONTO, AND NEW YORK CITY. PLEASE
HAVE YOUR BOARDING PASS READY”.
‘hot damn its happening, its real.’ Aaron thinks. “Pardon me is there space in
the overhead” ‘28E that’s my seat’
“Hi, I’m William, are you going all the why to New York?”
“Hi, I’m Aaron, no I’m getting off in Vancouver, it’s my first time overseas.”
“Well, Aaron the flight form New Zealand to Vancouver is the longest part of
the flight, your trip business or pleasure?”
“Pleasure, I’m going to meet some friends” Aaron thinks, ‘PLEASURE, damn
straight, lots of pleasure.’
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE CAPTAIN HAS TURNED ON THE SEAT BELT SIGN, PLEASE
STOW YOUR TRAYS AND RETURN YOUR SEATS TO THE UPRIGHT POSITION”
Aaron, closes his eyes for the trip and remembers how it all started.
a-gone has joined _%backroom_
(SRun): Hi Aaron welcome to my back room.
(seabird): Hi a-gone
(a-gone): Hi guys, this is cool, I like it.
(SRun): Yah, the private channel makes it easier to talk without interuption
(a-gone): So, seabird was talking about a party
(SRun): yah we were talking about a ball jeopardy story where “seabird” gets
insulted a lot, and humiliated
(seabird): I like humiliation about cock size.
(SRun): thought you might have some ideas the story keeps going off into
fantasy-land that’s way Disney
(a-gone): well the best way to make a party real is to make a real party he he
he
(seabird): Oh Yahhhhhhh I bet you want a real party (grin)
(a-gone): Damn streight, ITS PARTY TIME
(seabird): so what would we do at a party,
(SRun): light s/m and draw lots on the balls starting with the safest and
increasing the danger as more are drawn.
(a-gone): I C so if we have 5 bottoms then there would be 10 marbles in a row,
the first one drawn the guy gets to keep his ball, the last one drawn the guy
looses it. Guys in between some are safe some not?
(a-gone): How many are gonna get cut? How bout half?
(SRun): Sounds good, I like it that the guys balls are mixed, a guy might have
one ball in danger and one safe, and sometimes both safe or in danger.
(seabird): Kewl
(SRun): yah, sex, play, and ball cutting, most bottoms are anal and fisting is
fun, cbt, bondage, mostly on the lighter side, the cutting is edgy enough
(a-gone): I love it
(SRun): But there needs to be more than just random chance
(seabird): Of course, my humiliation
(SRun): How, small is it?
(a-gone): Tell us how small is it SR?
(SRun): Its so small it takes him an hour to pee
(seabird): (OUCH)
(SRun): A pure random selection is. Well its boring
(a-gone): I see that
(SRun): What would happen if we added some contests. And the winner and loser
of the contests have their chances changed.
(seabird): I like that
(a-gone): How about banding I really like that
(SRun): What’s your record?
(a-gone): About 25 minutes then the pain starts getin strong, but the cum is
so damn hot
(seabird): So the guy that bands the longest wins that contest???
(a-gone): And the guy that cuts first looses
(SRun): Yah, be the first guy to cut the band and the tops trade one of your
marbles more into danger.
(seabird): Ouhhh, first cut and ur cut (grin) :()
(a-gone): And the tops move one of the winner's marbles out of danger
(SRun): Remember guys it’s the trip, we need choices.
(seabird): OK
(SRun): Oh Yahhhhh, the winner gets to chose which ball he moves and he can
move into or out of danger
(SRun): Or the winner could chose to move someone else’s the same
(a-gone): Ohhh that could get interesting.
(seabird): What if some of the guys band for 2 hours just to win?
(SRun): I got a wicked idea he he he
(a-gone): Tell us SR, what’s that
(SRun): Well lets set a limit of 30 minutes to the contest, go over that and
the guy forfeits his balls.
(seabird): God that is wicked (grin) he he he
(SRun): And a two minute warning, but no visible clock, so the bottoms have to
think real hard about what they want to do.
(a-gone): I LOVE it SR, your mind is strange indeed
(SRun): Oh, and guys none of the bottoms will know if they went over time or
if they lost something until the harvest
(seabird): Hey SR are you sure you’re not a bottom, you understand that to
well
(SRun): Well, I’m pure top these days
(a-gone): Yah, I did get that feel
(SRun): And weird too, a castrated top
(a-gone): Pumping T tom?
(SRun): Sure would pump testosterone for a party
(seabird): So tell us more about the party, master, top, sir
(SRun): Well I like the suspense and seeing what you all do
(a-gone): Hummm we would be part of your lab experiment
(SRun): Well that’s a bit clinical don’t you think
(a-gone): he he he
(seabird): You want to make me a guinea pig
(SRun): a guinea pigs cock is bigger
(seabird): Damn, (grin) walked into that one
(a-gone): Are you gonna examine mine in a sling, real close examination I
hope.
(SRun): Hell yahhhhh, A close probing examination, inside and out. After all I
am the proctor here (grin) Electric hands in fact
(a-gone): Damn, the magic probing hands AND electro.
(SRun): How bout this, when its time to harvest some of you would be hooded,
get the local anesthetic and feel the tug but not know if you are loosing them
(SRun): You would have to look to know if you still had balls
(a-gone): Hot Damn, when’s the party
**One day before the party, Cal (farmhand) will be flying out this morning to
the party.**
2:00 AM, and still cant sleep. The anticipation is so overpowering. Cal wants
to sleep, needs to sleep. The flight is at 10:18 AM. ‘What is it I’m feeling?’
Cal wonders. ‘There is an ache in the pit of my stomach. A physical ache. But
what is it? Fear, yes there is fear. But something else also, longing, need,
some one to touch. YES that also. I am loosing years of hiding, being
comfortable. I am gaining………..the unknown……….’
a-gone has left _%backroom_ I closed chat
(SRun): Well its just us Cal.
(farmhand): Yah I like talking about the party
(SRun): I stand behind you, my arm around your shoulder
(farmhand): Hummm
(SRun): My hand at your neck, so smooth So warm, so nice.
(SRun): Slowly now make it last, my hand works its way down No rush, let the
anticipation build Your head is on my shoulder, I feel your breath in my ear
(SRun): My hand works its way down, I feel your breasts. So firm
(farmhand): My back arches against you. My cock is rising
(SRun): The breasts so firm, your body so warm My cock is hard. Your cock is
hard, your body warm as my hand moves slowly down.
(farmhand): I feel your hand so gentle.
(SRun): Down slowly down. Your breast bone, a perfect V. So smooth and warm. I
hear your breath in my ear, shallow and slow, your body quivers. So warm.
(farmhand): My back arches against you
(SRun): Down slowly down, your belly so smooth, your back against me so warm.
(SRun): Slowly I begin to enter you. Just a little, make it last, don’t rush,
there is time
(farmhand): Hummmmm
(SRun): My hand is at your belly. I feel your belly button. The site of your
beginning. So smooth so warm your body against mine.
(farmhand): I feel you
(SRun): I explode, you explode, we merge as one.
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(farmhand): Tom?
(SRun): Yes
(farmhand): Will you make love to me at the party
(SRun): Yes Cal, I will
**On the road, Sam (sam2go), Jim (loosem), Pete (Pcock), and Keith (seabird)
continue the drive to the party.**
“Beacon, eggs and coffee $6.87 with tax” (polite smile) “Your change sir.”
“Here are the keys Jim, your turn to drive”
“Thanks, Keith, this carpool is working nicely, and it’s saving everyone a
bunch of money”
“True, but it’s more than that” Jim comments ”The time has been good I’m glad
we decided to travel this way.”
“Yes, its given me time to size up the competition” Pete says as he slides in
the front beside Jim. “not an ounce of quit in this kid. I’m gonna take your
manhood.”
“Yes Pete, the bet between you and me is still on. Which ever of us does the
best overall in the contests wins. The looser forfeits his balls to the
winner. But remember Pete, being a man isn’t between the legs.”
“Damn Jim now you’re sounding like Tom. That thing about the trip and all”
The white line on the side of the road, an arrow pointed to the party, as Pete
remembers those chats with Tom……………...
(Pcock): Well I’m the superior male.
(loosem): We shall see, wont we
(Pcock): It’s a bet
loosem has left _%backroom_ I closed chat
(Pcock): Tom are you gay or straight
(SRun): Bi
(Pcock): You know I’m straight
(SRun): Yes Pete I do
(Pcock): Do you have some one?
(SRun): I have a long-term relationship yes
(Pcock): What does your partner think about you not having balls
(SRun): It’s not an issue, our relationship isn't based on just sex
(Pcock): Will your partner be at the party?
(SRun): Most likely not, not into that kind of thing
(Pcock): Don’t you feel like your cheating on your partner
(SRun): I think you want the answer to a different question, one personal to
you
(Pcock): Oh you think you know me, I am the superior male
(SRun): I think I understand a good bit about you, I hope. Remember when we
first started cheating I told you I saw something under all that
competitiveness.
(Pcock): I’m still the superior male, but just what do you think my question
was
(SRun): Well you know the answer to you’re question, have all along or you
wouldn’t come to the eunuch archive chat room, let me ask this
(Pcock): OK
(SRun): Are men and women the same?
(Pcock): Yes they are equal.
(SRun): Not the question I asked. Think back 6,000 years, there were secret
male societies then weren’t there?
(Pcock): Yes, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything
(SRun): And there were secret women’s groups also. Why did they exist?
(Pcock): Well to do things of common interest
(SRun): Male things? Things that can’t really be shared with a woman?
(Pcock): Well yes
(SRun): Are men and women the same?
(Pcock): O I C, no
(SRun): For 10,000 or however many years men and women spent time among
themselves. It’s only the last 40 years that the liberal do-gooders decided to
take everything that belonged to men and give it women.
(Pcock): Yes I remember back then I was a kid
(SRun): And what happens to boys these days, point a finger say bang, get in a
wrestling match, play with a gun, share something with another boy, wham the
bricks fall and being a boy gets beat out of them
(Pcock): Yah I’ve seen the stores in the news
(SRun): You see today about the only group of men that get to share with each
other are gay and practicing Bi men.
(Pcock): Yes, but what about sub-males
(SRun): We are talking the social level of society, the level that says people
get to make their own choices. Or take the choice away in this case.
(Pcock): Oh, so if a guy wants to be sub to women that should be his choice?
(SRun): Yes and if a guy wants to share some small parts of his life with men
that should be his choice
(SRun): Does that answer what you really wanted to know when you were asking
about cheating?
(Pcock): I think maybe, let me think about it.
(SRun): Its your question to answer and only you know that answer
End of part 2, to be continued in part 3, THE PARTY
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Lucian & Vindrex | GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | A Day at the Games - Vindrex & LucianThis series of stories continues with a fight featuring Lucian - the star pankration fighter in Gracchus\' Arena, who his pitted against young Vindrex, the GaulFor more information & comments you can contact the author at lawrencepaul815@googlemail.com | A DAY AT THE GAMES - VINDREX AND LUCIAN
Grachus had been in a dilemma about Vindrex.
He had first bought the young Gaul from an Army tribune, who had acquired the
boy after a skirmish in Gaul.
Initially Gracchus had considered Vindrex too valuable a commodity to be
thrown away in a fight in the arena. Instead, Gracchus had reserved the 'well-
endowed' virile young Gaul for his occasional sex shows in the arena.
Such shows, however, were often a problem, as the authorities, at regular
intervals, thought it expedient to enforce what they considered to be 'public
morality', with the result that Gracchus would find his arena closed down for
a number of weeks. The result was that Vindrex was underused, and when
Gracchus hit a slump in arena attendance, as a result of an economic downturn,
he had to consider how he could raise the public profile of his shows without
having problems with the censor.
As a result he decided to put on some shows mainly featuring combats,
(gladiators, wrestlers and boxers), which would feature some really
spectacular kills which would become the talk of the city.
To this end he decided to dispense with Vindrex, in the knowledge that the
crowd always enjoyed seeing a Gaul, one of the traditional enemies of Rome,
being very soundly, brutally and publicly defeated.
Realizing that this would almost certainly be Vindrex last appearance,
Gracchus decided, before the fight between Vindrex and Lucian took place in
the arena, that the young Gaul should be shown off close up and naked, as a
special 'treat' before some of his rich, patrician (aristocratic) friends.
This was not the usual practice, but Vindrex was a handsome young Gaul, and
the patricians wanted to get a good look at him, close up, before he was
killed in the arena.
The reason why the patricians would be so interested in getting a good look at
the young Gaul, of course, was that Gauls, unlike Latins, had very pale,
creamy skin, and red or 'ginger' hair, and as Vindrex was displayed naked, the
voyeuristic patricians were particularly interested in seeing his 'ginger'
body-hair.
Once the 'private viewing' was over, Vindrex was returned to the fighter's
'locker-room', where he was clothed in his backless loincloth (rather like a
modern 'jock-strap'), and metal studded, leather arm-guards, but no sandals or
boots. Vindrex's opponent was a slightly older youth, called Lucian.
Lucian was a Sabian, and was one of Gracchus' most successful fighters.
For the fight, Lucian wore metal studded leather arm-guards, like Vindrex, and
tiny leather briefs, supported by a wide, black belt. Under the briefs Lucian
wore a stiff, leather 'crotch-protector'. Significantly, Lucian also wore
black, leather boots.
The Gaul, of course, had to loose the fight – as there was no way that the
crowd would stand for a barbarian Gaul beating a Latin 'boy', and it was for
this reason that the relatively inexperienced Vindrex had been matched with
the very experienced, and very strong Lucian. Also, just to make sure that
things would go Lucian's way, the young Latin had been given a 'crotch
protector' and boots, whereas Vindrex only had a loose-fitting loincloth to
protect his vital parts, and fought bare-foot
Like most fights, this fight started with a lengthy period of nervous
sparring.
It must be remembered that fights in the arena, unlike modern combat sports,
involved fighting with bare knuckles and were not encumbered with rules
regarding 'low-blows', so often the first few punches or kicks that were
landed could decide a fight. It was not surprising, therefore, that fighters
took their time to size up an opponent, and were hesitant to commit
themselves.
Despite his inexperience, once the two pankration fighters started trading
punches Vindrex put on quite a good show, and Lucian was even forced to back
away as the young Gaul launched a powerful attack.
Sensing that he could easily succumb to a lucky punch from Vindrex, Lucian
took the obvious step, and subdued his energetic young opponent with a vicious
knee to the young Gaul's crotch.
Vindrex, of course, was not wearing any protection, and so his testicles were
severely crushed as Lucian's knee slammed into his groin.
“Shit ! My bollocks !”, Vindrex immediately squealed, as he instinctively
doubled up. The poor lad was taken completely by surprise by Lucian's rather
underhand move, and was left standing whimpering, with his legs together,
clutching at the mangled pouch of his tiny loincloth.
“Fuck ! I'm fuckin' bollocked !”, Vindrex grunted to Lucian, as his well-
muscled opponent stood over him, arms akimbo. “I don't think I can go on !”
At that point Lucian could have well laid into his helpless opponent and
'finished' him then and there, but that would have made a very short fight,
and neither the crowd, nor Gracchus would have been pleased.
“Ok, son ! Give the fight to me – I'll mess about with you a bit, to keep the
punters happy – 'a, with a bit of luck, they'll let you leave here in one
piece !”
“Ok ! - But take it easy on me – please – 'cause if they think I'm too badly
injured they'll want me 'finished-off' !”
Vindrex then dramatically went down onto his knees, rather theatrically
begging for mercy from Lucian, while the crowd roared and clapped rhythmically
with approval.
In response, Lucian went behind Vindrex and put the lad into a very
professional, wrestler's neck-lock. This was done to expose the young Gaul's
excellent physique, with his ridged abdominals slim waist, flared latissimus
dorsi, and smooth,shiny pectorals. Vindrex struggled, in a rather sexually
provocative manner, obviously trying to get the approval of the crowd, while
Lucian tightened his grip.
Vindrex needn't have been provocative, however, because Lucian soon reached
down and untied the young Gaul's loincloth.
“Oh shit, no ! Not that !” Vindrex grunted, when he felt his genitals drop
down, as the supporting loincloth fell away.
It was difficult to understand,however, why Vindrex was complaining. He
had,after all agreed to let Lucian 'mess around' with him, and that could only
mean physical and probably sexual 'abuse', and for that the crowd would
expect, and in fact demand that he be naked, for that is what they paid to
see.
“Shit, no !”, Vindrex exclaimed, as he managed to wriggle out of Lucian's
grip. “Don't pull it off completely !”.
Lucian had managed to untie the straps which passed under the boy's buttocks,
which were intended to hold the pouch securely, in the front, but the waist-
band was still in place.
“Ok !”, Lucian snarled, and pulled the waist-band up over Vindrex's head. The
dangling straps he tied round the root of the Gallic boy's genitals.
Lucian then forced Vindrex down onto his hands and knees.
“Oh no !, Don't do this !”, Vindrex moaned, realizing that he was going to be
raped.
If you want to get out of here alive – just kneel there and take it !”, Lucian
said laconically, as he pulled off his tiny black leather briefs. As he
stripped off, and his huge, stiff penis jerked up, the crowd cheered in
approval, happy to see the young Gaul – seen as an enemy of Rome - being
humiliated.
Now while a modern audience may have seen this performance as simply a piece
of voyeuristic pornography, a Roman crowd, whilst obviously enjoying the
sexual nature of the encounter, would see it more as a gesture symbolising the
humiliation of the Gallic people by the virile power of Rome. Being a
'phallocentric' society,
The Romans equated sexual domination and penetration with military and
political dominance.
The subsequent results of this rape, however, were somewhat more vulgar and
sexually gratuitous. Being a homosexually inclined young lad, and having been
plied with aphrodisiacs and stimulants before the fight, it was not surprising
that Vindrex became hopelessly aroused as a result of being roughly penetrated
by his virile opponent, Lucian.
While Lucian got up off his knees and replaced his 'crotch-protector', brief,
black leather trunks and studded belt, young Vindrex got up off the sand
sporting a tremendous erection.
Seeing how aroused his young, red-haired opponent was, Lucian curtly told him
to masturbate.
“Give the punters what they want to see - and 'toss-off' !” Lucian ordered, as
Vindrex looked down at his own huge, jerking organ.
Vindrex, facing Lucian, grabbed hold of the swollen 'head' of his incredibly
stiff penis, and started pulling at his straining foreskin. The crowd were, by
then, cheering on the smooth, pale young Gaul. While not a symbolically
significant as the previous rape, a defeated fighter 'abusing' himself was
almost equally humiliating for the fighter, and was much appreciated and
enjoyed by the crowd, who found the whole performance incredibly funny.
After a few minutes Vindrex began to grimace as he belly went taught and his
heavy scrotum pulled up to his hairy groin. “Oh shit !”, he groaned, and the
arena-slave mediately realised that the boy was about to have an orgasm.
Wanting to make a show of the boy's climax, two of the arena-slaves grabbed
hold of Vindrex arms so that he would not be able to hold his penis as he
ejaculated. This produced a dramatic show, as Vindrex thrust his hips forwards
as his penis jerked violently, as it squirted outa series of spurts of thick,
creamy semen, which splashed spectacularly onto the sand in front of him.
This, however, was not enough for the crowd, and soon they were calling for
the young Gaul to be raped for a second time.
“Fuck the little cunt again !” - “Bugger the dirty little fucker ! “ - “Bum
the young tosser again !” , and such like.
Lucian, of course, needed very little encouragement, and ordered the arena
slaves to sit Vindrex on the sand and fold him over, so that Lucian could
'enter' him from the front.
“Oh no ! Don't bugger me again !”, Vindrex groaned, as his feet were pushed
over his head, and his anus was exposed.
Lucian then pulled off his black leather trunks, studded belt and 'crotch-
protector and, for the second time, he rammed his huge, erect penis into the
squirming young Gaul.
“Fuck – no ! - I can't take it !”, Vindrex moaned, as he felt Lucian penetrate
him far more deeply than before – this time because Lucian was penetrating him
from the front. Lucian, ho was well known for being rather repulsively
oversexed, thrust deeply and repeatedly into the poor Gaul before eventually
pulling his penis of of Vindrex's anus, and squirting his semen over the
struggling boy's chest and belly as the crowd cheered. The arena-slaves then
pulled Vindrex to his knees, while Lucian stuffed his bulging, unruly genitals
back into his 'crotch-protector' and black leather trunks. Lucian then knelt
down and removed Vindrex's metal studded, leather arm-guards. The crowd,
seeing Vindrex stripped completely naked, were then pretty sure that Lucian
intended to eventually 'finish-off' Vindrex, although the naive Gaul was
probably not aware of his imminent demise at that point.
Far from thinking about the possibility of being killed in the arena, Vindrex
main preoccupation as he was being stripped seem to about sex, as he was
sporting another huge erection after having been buggered.
The crowd, who were cheering as Vindrex was divested of his arm-guards, then
started calling for the red-haired boy to 'abuse' himself again.
“Make the horny cunt wank !” - “Get the fuckin' tosser to jerk-off again !”
and other such bawdy comments were shouted out by the crowd.
“Go on then ! You heard them !”, Lucian told his now totally naked opponent,
as the young, and highly aroused Gaul slowly got to his feet.
Even as Vindrex straightened himself up he already had his right hand on his
penis,and without any further encouragement he started jerking his foreskin up
and down on his glans (penis-head). While Lucian, with a big grin on his face,
stood watching his naked opponent, the crowd cheered on the young Gaul. This
time none of the arena slaves grabbed hold of Vindrex when he had his orgasm,
and the young lad was allowed to hang on to his penis as he splattered the
sand in front of him with his semen.
With the crowd cheering, Vindrex sunk to his knees as he was overcome by
strength his orgasm. He did not realise, however, that that was the last
orgasm that he would ever have.
Not that Lucian was going to 'finish' him off there and then.
Instead, there would be a period of genital torture, (referred to by the
plebians as 'ball-torture'), which would probably cause Vindrex to wish that
he had been 'finished-off'.
While Vindrex was still kneeling on the sand, panting, Lucian ordered the
arena-slaves to tie Vindrex's hands behind his back.
“Oh no, please ! Don't torture me – just ask the crowd to let me go – please,
Lucian !”, Vindrex moaned, as the slaves tied him up so that he was unable to
defend himself.
In response, Lucian turned to the crowd.
“Do you want to show him mercy ?”, Lucian shouted to the crowd.
Predictably, they roared back “No !”, and some added other comments - “Rip the
cunt's bollocks off !” - “Break the tossers back !” - “Ring the wanker's neck
!” etc.
“Please don't do this !”, Vindrex pleaded, while Lucian picked up Vindrex's
discarded loincloth from the sand. He then tied one of the straps of the
loincloth to the naked Gallic boy's dangling scrotum.
The result was that Vindrex immediately developed a strong erection as, while
the blood supply could still reach his penis, the returning circulation was
restricted, thus engorging his male member.
Lucian then started pulling viciously on Vindrex's cinched testicles.
“Shit – No ! Don't fuckin pull 'em off !”, Vindrex squealed, as his scrotum
was stretched, and his penis swelled and jerked.
The crowd, predictably, cheered, but also laughed each time Vindrex shuffled
towards Lucian to take the strain of his horribly stretched scrotum, while
Lucian simply moved away a little to retain the tension.
“Shit ! Stop ! You're gonna pull 'em off !”, Vindrex screamed as his testicles
started to darken and swell.
“Ok, tie him to the wall by his arms and legs !”, Lucian ordered the arena-
slaves, as he realized that the crowd were getting bored,and wanted to see a
new kind of torture.
Vindrex was tied sitting on the sand with his arms and legs tied to rings set
into the arena wall. His legs were spread wide, with his crotch completely
exposed, and still sporting a prominent erection.
“Please no ! Spare me !”, Vindrex whined, as Lucian approached him,
menacingly. “Don't kick me there !”, he moaned, presumably referring to his
completely exposed crotch and genitals. It was to Vindrex's groin, however,
that Lucian was looking, intent on torturing and disabling the boy with some
vicious, sexual torture. By then Vindrex was terrified, trembling and pulling
at the ropes that held his legs wide and his arms against the arena wall, and
all he could see were the huge, heavy, black leather boots that were slowly
approaching him. The crowd were all waiting expectantly, watching Vindrex
squirm helplessly - knowing that when Lucian 'put the boot in' that would be
the beginning of the end for the young Gaul.
Vindrex was squealing, “NO ! Not my fuckin' bollocks !”, as Lucian pulled back
his booted foot and then 'let fly'.
The big, heavy boot slammed into the naked young Gaul's crotch, and the poor
boy's testicles were rammed up into his hairy groin, while his semi-stiff
penis, which sprayed out some urine, slapped up against his sweaty, trembling
belly.
“CUNT ! My fuckin' bollocks !”, the squirming young Gaul squealed, as the
crowd cheered and laughed, as they watched the naked boy writhe up off the
sand.
“I'm fucked !”, Vindrex groaned, as his buttocks slapped back onto the urine
spattered sand, with his bruised scrotum flopping back down into its normal
position, while he struggled to free himself from the ropes.
Then - “No ! Plea... !” was blurted out by the hysterical boy as Lucian kicked
him in the groin for a second time, ramming the boy's already mangled
testicles right up into his convulsing belly.
Two more kicks, which further pulverised the poor lad's testicles, were enough
to knock all the fight out of the young Gaul, and Lucian then ordered the
arena-slaves to untie the limp, groaning boy.
Because of the kicking that he had received, the young Gaul had almost
completely lost the use of his legs.
At first he managed to totter away from the arena wall, clutching frantically
at his bruised testicles, while he urinated uncontrollably and farted
repeatedly as he left a trail of excrement on the arena sand.
After a few moments, however,his legs gave way completely.
“Please,Lucian – no more !”,he groaned, as he squatted on the sand, still
urinating and holding onto his swollen scrotum.
Vindrex then ordered the arena slaves to pull Vindrex up onto his knees.
”Please ! Mercy !”, Vindrex groaned, but it was to no avail.
Two of the arena-slaves held the young Gaul by his arms, while Lucian bent
down and grabbed the naked boy's already badly injured testicles.
“Please, no ! Not my bollocks again !”, Vindrex groaned, but Lucian ignored
the poor lad, and started to twist and pull at the boy's scrotum.
“Shit ! - My balls ! - No more ! - Please !”, Vindrex screamed.
By this time the crowd were still applauding and cheering, but with a little
less enthusiasm, as it was obvious that watching a boy having his genitals
tortured could only hold the crowds attention for a certain time before
boredom set in.
In less than a minute Vindrex was as limp as a rag, and on the verge of
passing out, so Lucian ordered the arena-slaves to lie the boy on his back,
with his legs spread and raised. Lucian then took a thick, wooden baton from
one of the arena-slaves. This immediately caught the crowd's attention, as now
it seemed that Lucian had switched from the Gaul's genitals to his
'fundament'.
At first Vindrex didn't realise what was happening, but when he felt the end
of the baton against his anus he instantly started struggling.
“No ! Not up my fuckin' hole ! For fuck's sake !”, the poor boy squealed
frantically, as Lucian slowly twisted and pushed on the baton.
Despite Vindrex's attempts to keep his anus closed,he was unable to resist,
and within a few moments his anal 'ring' was slowly spreading to allow the
thick baton to enter him. Soon the baton was deeply inserted into the
squirming lad's rectum, and the arena-slaves released their grip on the boy's
legs.
Slowly Vindrex rolled over and started crawling across the sand, with the
twitching baton poking obscenely out of his backside.
“Shit ! It's gone right up me !”, Vindrex moaned, belching loudly and
dribbling as he crawled aimlessly, while still clutching at this battered
testicles.
Even Gracchus, who always enjoyed watching Lucian perform, was now getting a
little bored with the fight, and sent a message down to the arena for the
young Gaul to be emasculated and killed.
Ever obedient to his master, Lucian ordered the arena-slaves to pull Vindrex
to his knees, and hold him firmly so that he would be completely unable to
defend himself.
Lucian then bent down in front of the boy and grabbed hold of Vindrex scrotum.
Vindrex, of course, knew then that his time was up.
“No – please ! Don't do this ! Not my balls !”, Vindrex pleaded, as he looked
down to see his penis swell and rise in response to his imminent castration.
Lucian's iron grip was already twisting and pulling on the boy's bulging
scrotum, and in a few moments the squirming, naked boy's scrotal sack was
tearing, as Vindrex groaned and ejaculated. Moments later, as he continued to
squirt his thick, creamy seed over the sand, the young Gaul's groan turned to
a squeal as Lucian literally ripped off his testicles.
Still squealing, and with blood squirting rhythmically from the testicular
artery in his mutilate crotch, Vindrex was immediately forced to bend over by
the arena-slaves so that they could extract the baton from the emasculated
Gaul's rectum -
(the unpleasant object of this manoeuvre was to allow the crowd to see Vindrex
actually defecating on the sand as he was 'finished-off').
The slaves then pulled Vindrex back up onto his knees, and tied the boy's
severed testicles round his neck, so that they dangled like some obscene
necklace.
“Oh no ! Don't finish me “, Vindrex pleaded, as Lucian came up behind him.
Lucian then grabbed hold of the young eunuch's neck and started to throttle
him.
Almost immediately, in sheer terror, Vindrex started to fart and to empty his
bowels onto the sand.
“Fuck ! - I'm shittin' !”, Vindrex spluttered, stating the obvious, while the
crowd laughed and jeered at him. When Vindrex was half throttled, Lucian
abruptly grabbed hold of the boy's head and twisted it violently. There was an
audible crunch as the boy's spinal cord snapped. Lucian then released his
grip, and Vindrex head flopped over at an impossible angle. “Fuck !”, the
naked, sexless young Gaul grunted, and then he fell backwards, onto the sand,
dead, but still twitching and farting noisily.
The arena-slaves then cut off the dead Gaul's now limp and useless penis,
rammed the baton back up the naked eunuch's anus, and strung the mutilated
corpse from the arena wall.
And so ended the first of the Pankration Wrestling bouts.
© copyright Paul Lawrence 2009
For further information and comments you may contact the author at
lawrencepaul815@googlemail.com
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Potion Abuse Revisited | GAY | Julius, the pizza deliveryman whom Florian Zagorski turned gay with Madame Zora\'s Hate Potion No. 5, and his brothers gang-rape Florian and then unman him with Madame Zora\'s Hate Potion No. 3 | All persons, places, or events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is purely coincidental.
Florian's doorbell rang. This surprised him. He was not expecting delivery of
a package, nor had he ordered pizza. When he answered the door, he found
Julius from Athenos Pizza standing there. Unbidden, Julius entered Florian's
living room, put his hand in the middle of Florian's chest, and pushed him
over so that he landed on his ass on the floor. Three other black men followed
Julius into the room, the last locking the door behind him.
"Permit me to introduce mah brothers." said Julius very formally. "Cassius,
Marcellus, and Marius. Ah've got a score to settle with you and they're gonna
help me do it. You ruined mah marriage. Ah was bi. Ah'd have let ya buttfuck
me if ya ax'd me in a nice way, 'cause that wouldn't be cheatin' on Cordelia.
But no, you had to slip me Madame Zora's Hate Potion No. 5 and turn me queer
like ya done to Tony. Now ah cain't fuck mah wife any mo'.
Ah know all about Zora and her potions; she's family, mah first cousin once
removed. Ah ax'd her about it and she knowed jus' what ya used. In fact, once
ah tol' her what ya look like, she remembered sellin' it to ya. Well, we gonna
fix yo' ass, man. Marcellus, unplug his phone an' grab his cell phone. We don'
want no innerruptions from the pólice."
Florian had, by this time, risen to his feet. Suddenly, Julius grabbed his
balls and squeezed hard. Florian started to scream and Marius popped a ball
gag into his mouth and quickly tied it behind Florian's neck. Marius and
Cassius pulled Florian's hands behind his back and Julius taped his wrists
together with duct tape. Then they pulled off Florian's slacks and jockstrap.
Marcellus returned and reported "Mission AYcomplished."
Julius said "Ya liked mah big whang, Florian, well, ah'm the runt o' the
litter. Look at dis." With these words, all of the brothers dropped their
pants and briefs, displaying an exhibit of salami worthy of any delicatessen.
Despite his fear, Florian popped an instant boner, a mere frankfurter among
these huge sausages.
Marcellus, the oldest, was also the biggest, sporting a monstrous 11 by 2Ľ
inch
prong. Marius, though third in age, was only one-half inch shorter and equally
thick. Cassius was no slouch at an even 10 by 2 inches. But, "poor puny
Julius" had only 9 by 1 3/4 inches, which was 2 inches more than Florian had.
Florian knew that he would be expected to accomodate all of those humongous
dicks anally, which was not his thing. Though a skilled cocksucker, he was
mainly a top. What he really feared was whatever else they might take it into
their heads to do to him. His dick, of which he was immensely fond, was well
above average Caucasian size, and he really cherished his heavy, pendulous,
cum-bloated balls. Suppose they castrated or, worse yet, nullified him. The
thought made him sick.
Whatever they intended, they weren't about to let any grass grow under their
feet. They bent Florian over and began gang-raping him with no other lubricant
than their own natural lube. At least, they were kind enough to proceed in
order of increasing size, starting with Julius who rammed his way into
Florian's ass as roughly as he could.
Florian screamed through his nose, making a kind of bleating sound at which
the brothers bursted out laughing. Julius took his time and enjoyed the fuck
(which could not be said for Florian). The constant pounding on Florian's
prostate gland made him cum all over his nice Flokati rug until it was just
ruined ! Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes, Julius emptied his nuts and
his seminal vesicles into Florian's colon.
Even though Cassius plugged in almost immediately after Julius withdrew,
still, quite a bit of Julius' massive load of cum ran down Florian's legs,
pooling on and further ruining the nap of Florian's fine Flokati rug. Florian
just knew that the cleaners would never be able to restore the original
fluffiness.
Cassius' boner was enough thicker than Julius' that the initial pain of the
breaching of his sphincter was renewed and Florian screamed through his nose,
comically bleating again. The impacts on his already battered prostate gland
hurt more than ever, and the cum which oozed and dribbled from his partly
relaxed boner was beginning to show a pinkish cast.
Painful though it was, the stimulation of his prostate gland gave Florian
another woody. Cassius didn't quite bring Florian to another orgasm before
having one himself and discharging another torrent of cum into Florian's gut,
enough to give him an abdominal cramp. Marius was slower about plugging in
than Cassius had been, allowing time for much more cum to pour out of his
asshole onto the ruined Flokati rug.
Florian was trying to scream and weeping from the excruciating pain as Marius
forced his enormous. flesh truncheon into Florian's ass . Florian was sure
that the thing would burst his colon and kill him. Surely, if this one didn't,
Marcellus' monster would. His distended bowels were giving Florian agonizing
cramps. He wondered if this was anything like the pain of childbirth. Though,
in this case, the pain was caused not by something coming out but by something
going in.
Marius had less control than his brothers and went off after only about three
minutes, long enough, though, to bring Florian to another pleasureless orgasm.
His own gism mingled again with the mess on the rug. So full of cum was
Florian's colon that most of Marius' load backed up and sprayed out around
Marius' cock, running down his legs as well as Florian's.
Finally, the moment Florian had been fearing came. If Marcellus had rammed his
enormous member into Florian's body as his brothers had, undoubtedly,
Florian's intestines would have bursted . Instead, Marcellus slowly slipped
his mighty shaft into Florian's colon and Florian learned from experience just
what "fudge-packing" was all about. He could feel Marcellus' long cock pushing
shit back up higher into his intestines. His cramps immediately worsened.
When Marcellus was as far into Florian's body as he could get, he paused for a
few minutes to let things settle down. Florian's pain diminished. Then
Marcellus slipped his great whang out until only the glans was inside
Florian's over-stretched sphincter. Marcellus proceeded to fuck Florian with
long slow strokes which gradually accelerated. After a quarter of an hour,
Marcellus was fucking so fast and hard that his balls hurt when he slammed
them against Florian's ass.
When Marcellus reached his orgasm, there was no place for his cum to go. His
dick fitted Florian's gut so tightly that it couldn't back up. Instead, the
hydraulic pressure forced the shit further up into Florian's intestines.
Florian was wracked with cramps and nausea. What if it backed up into his
tomach and he had to puke shit with that damn' gag in his mouth ?
Cassius grabbed Florian's shoulders and Marcellus took ahold of his thighs and
lifted him up before withdrawing, so that Florian was horizontal and face-
down. In this position, they carried him to the bathroom, bloody cum dribbling
from his dick and Marcellus' cum oozing out of his asshole. Knowing that all
that cum would act as an enema, they quickly sat Florian down on the toilet to
take the dump of a lifetime.
Florian thought that he was going to shit his guts out which, with his asshole
gaping as it did seemed only too possible. When he was finally done, Marcellus
wiped Florian's ass off with a wet towel and they walked him back into the
living room, rubber-legged from exhaustion and pain. There they bent him over
again and Florian wondered what else they could have in mind .
Julius asked him "Ever been fist-fucked, Florian ?" Florian shook his head
vigorously. "Ah didn't think so. You a top, after all. Well, we cain't let yo'
miss out on that experience." Florian shuddered. "Oh, no, not that" he
thought. Julius, who had the largest hands in the family, brought the fingers
and thumb of his right hand together into the form of a spear-head and drove
it into Florian's asshole, distending it twice as much as Marcellus' monster
cock had.
Florian bleated in agony again. Once past the sphincter, now stretched almost
to the breaking point, Julius brought his fingers together forming a fist and
began pounding on Florian's throbbing swollen prostate gland. Florian bleated
again even louder. The beating was not only hammering his prostate gland to a
pulp, it was destroying the delicate erectile nerves wrapped around it.
For a moment, Florian got the biggest hardest boner he had ever had . Looking
back at it, he could hardly believe that that huge thing was his own cock.
Then, abruptly, it flopped down, totally and permanently limp. The pounding
continued, however, until the remains of Florian's prostate gland offered no
further resistance.
The stuff dribbling out of Florian's flaccid dick was no longer bloody cum, it
was just blood.
Without re-shaping his fingers into a spear-head, Julius yanked his fist out
through Florian's anal spincter. Now stretched far beyond its elastic limit,
the sphincter muscle snapped like a rubber band. Julius commented on it. "Ah
just busted yo' ass, Florian. You gonna have to wear a diaper from now on. We
got just one thing left to do."
'Would you like a coke ?' Tha's what ya asked me when ya ruined mah marriage .
Well, Madame Zora's got another potion ah bet ya don' know about, numba 3.
It's a testosterone blocker. No matta how much testosterone yo' balls make or
how much ya take, it don' do ya no good, cause yo body cain't use it. Even
with a healthy pair of balls, ya'll be a eunuch, weak an' fat an' soft. Ya may
even grow boobs."
Julius got a firm grip on Florian's balls and said "Now, I got ya by da balls.
Cassius is gonna take da gag out. Make a soun' an' ah'll squeeze yo' balls
'til dey pop. Den, ya gonna drink a can of Coke wid Hate Potion #3 in it,
every fuckin drop or ah squeeze yo' balls."
Cassius fetched a can of Coke from Florian's fridge and popped the top. From
his pocket, he brought out a glassine envelope with a large red "3" stencilled
on it. He tore off the corner of the envelope and carefully poured it into the
can of Coke. Marius untied the gag and pulled it out of Florian's mouth.
"Here" said Cassius in a menacing tone, holding the can of Coke to Florian's
mouth "Drink it all or Julius busts yo' nuts." Florian drank the potion which
would unman him.
Julius cut the duct tape binding Florian's wrists. As the brothers left, he
turned back for a moment and said "See ya 'round, Florian. Gonna want yo'
usual pizza ?"
* * * |
Balfor and Terry 15 | GAY, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Balfor sends Terry on an unexpected acid trip. | ` Emerging into a vine green, wind blasted clearing on the crest of their
island's southern ridge, Balfor spotted Terry far below; sitting on slab of
rock, chin on knees, looking out over the gracefully undulating ocean lit with
cool morning light. `
In the mood for some espionage, he sneaked down the steeply wooded, leaf-
litter strewn and ferny slope beneath him to spy on his slave from a vantage
point among some nearby stones and bushes. A swarm of shimmering blue
butterflies had filled the air and were battling the stiffening breeze.
One of the butterflies landed on a smooth part of his belly, folded its wings
and proceeded to hitch a ride. Balfor was going to allow this, but then its
legs began to tickle him as it tried to hold on in the wind.
He went to shoo it away, but was shocked to find himself hesitating.
He went soft and let it tag along. It was after all, very pretty.
The tickling legs of the butterfly resonated in his senses with the tickling
of hair on his back now that the locks of his lost twin were long enough to
catch the wind and flop about.
He tried not to think about it and succeeded.
His own hair had become annoyingly long as well. He had to toss his head like
a girl to get it out of his eyes.
Terry came into view.
Balfor was not sure that he was unaware of him.
Terry looks maudlin thought Balfor; but contemplative. He's gazing blindly out
at the clouds as they slide across the sky; evidently thinking dark thoughts.
Not good, this sad empty gazing. There are tears welling, and yet strength,
he's squinting slightly with his characteristic steely resolve.
Have I made him sad?
Does he look sad enough to kill himself?
Not quite?
Is that even what he's planning? What is going on in that maudlin, pretty
little head of his?
Terry may require a hug. Monkeys find bodily contact psychologically
therapeutic apparently.
(Balfor considered himself more of a gorilla than a monkey. Somewhat less
social, more self contained. Bigger.)
Balfor estimates how necessary it will be to hug Terry in order prevent
further mood decline. He weighs up his slave's recent behavior, his body
language, speech inflection, facial cues; he collates all the necessary data,
preparing to feed it through the processor of his formidable intuition.
There was Terry's dazed, glazed look after yesterday's three hour rim session.
Balfor had almost come just from Terry's skillful licking. Terry couldn't talk
when he was finished, his tongue had been swollen and his jaw too sore. He
looked like a wild thing, yet still his little dick had been stiff the whole
time and he had managed to come again while he was being fucked afterward.
That was the third time that Terry had orgasmed in the - how long?- since they
had come to the island. Neither of them had bothered to count the days.
Terry seemed to find Balfor's reinstigation of scrotally facilitated breath
control now that he had lost all his teeth, both erotic and tiring at the same
time. His scarred little knob of a dick rose to attention, but sometimes
afterwards he somehow seemed less than thrilled that Balfor had allowed him to
breathe again.
Terry now loved that all his food was chewed by his master, looking forward to
the intimacy of the kissing involved. There was no longer any sign of
revulsion. He had his puppy fat back now and was getting a hint of a belly
because Balfor was force feeding him like a little Christmas goose. He'd hold
back on that now, he liked his slaves well nourished, but not so that it all
started to sag. He had begun to consider little Terry just a bit too rail thin
and hungry looking. He was well pleased that this was now fixed.
Balfor prided himself on his good husbandry when it came to looking after his
pets, without regard to the number of their legs.
Balfor had originally fled to South America to escape some heat involving a
sixteen year old schoolboy who had gone missing for several months.
Balfor had not known that he was a schoolboy. He'd picked him up at Ken's
Karate Klub Sauna in Kensington, a suburb of Sydney. Ken's was not the kind of
place one would expect to encounter an under age person, but some how the kid
had managed to sneak in to play with the big boys, and got considerably more
than he bargained for.
Balfor had kept the deceptively mature looking boy in a small cage in his
basement the whole time, fucking him senseless in one orifice or another up to
five times a day.
It was for this boy that Balfor had his deep throat flange made, actually he
had two made, one for his neutered male german shepherd dog, and one for his
anglo saxon boy, who still had a nice sensitive pair of nuts hanging under his
cock for Balfor to play with not very gently.
Balfor had never managed to train "Roofrack" his dog to accept the plowing of
his clamped open throat with fat human cock meat. It had to be done from the
side, and this could not be accomplished without maddening the dog by tickling
his whiskers and crushing his long head sideways under hairy human belly.
Roofrack was a very good dog though and loved Balfor very much. He tried hard
to learn how to handle it; but to no avail. He much preferred to lick Balfor's
tasty cock until it was hard and then have it slowly and gently worked into
his moist doggy arse hole until he relaxed and got it comfortable in there.
Balfor always seemed to know just when Roofrack was ready to get properly
ridden. He would masturbate Roofrack's rose pink lipstick-like cock and often
he came as he was being fucked.
Balfor liked to have his human pet, frustrated by a cruel chastity device;
look on jealously as Roofrack reached the heights of his ecstasy.
Balfor was much less likely to enjoy giving pleasure to his two legged pet,
but often he came anyway as he was being impaled on his very stimulating pole.
He would see the semen dribbling messily out of the end of the tightly down
curved steel tube which was strapped tightly against the pet's pubic bone,
encasing his adolescent little penis and keeping him from offending Balfor
with the ugly sight of his self abuse.
The human deep throat flange turned out to be much more successful. It had a
tendency to chip teeth, but this did not bother Balfor unduly. Better a
chipped tooth than a cock scratched ragged. Balfor often totally lost control
of his pelvic thrusting as he approached orgasm, entering a fugue state in
which he felt no pain. He had grown tired of seeing his own blood on people's
teeth afterwards, and having his cock out of action until it healed.
Balfor had wanted to remove the boy's nuts, but he didn't think the kid would
take too kindly to it. He didn't want to have to kill him either if he got
bored with him. He could turn an intact slave loose, but one that had been too
heavily played with might press charges and he could end up rotting too long
in prison. Not that there was no fun to be had in prison as Balfor had
discovered. He just liked to have at least an illusory personal freedom, which
imprisonment tended to thwart. Especially if it went on too long.
So he satisfied himself with torturing the boy's balls instead.
Balfor liked to catheterise the boy, chain him upright, gag him, put a piss
stinking bag on his head and tie a bucket to his nuts and use it for a urinal.
He'd invite some friends over and they'd all spend the day drinking lots of
beer upstairs. He'd have instructed them to piss into a funnel with a tube
running from the upstairs bathroom down to the bucket. Most of them could
picture pretty much what was probably happening downstairs. Balfor had
explained to them that his new slave was shy and not up to an audience, but
actually he didn't want to run the risk of any of his guests recognising his
abductee from a missing person notice.
He'd make the boy drink lots of beer as well (he was generous like that
sometimes) and gradually the bucket would start to fill up with piss. He'd
pack his friends off when the bucket was about half full and then continue on
into the evening with the bag off the boy's head and the gag out of his mouth.
When the boy's begging and pleading and then crying and sometimes screaming as
the weight of the fluid increased on his nuts, had reached a satisfactorily
genuine fever pitch, Balfor would remove it and fuck him stupid.
Balfor had seen pictures of male chastity devices for sale in certain
magazines and was very eager to play with them. He sent away for a nice steel
one and when it arrived he very excitedly set about modifying it. He gave it a
wider anal ring through which he could both douche the boy and arse fuck him
without removing the device, and removed the lock so he could weld the thing
into place permanently. He was annoyed that the penis sheath would interfere
with his ball work, but you can't have everything. He would just have to get
creative with his knot tying, working on each testicle as unit where it poked
out from behind the penis tube. So Balfor put the boy into the device and
welded him into it, shielding his skin from the fire with asbestos mats,
though he accidentally burned him deeply at two points on his slim delicate
waist in spite of this precaution.
It's not a good idea to drink and weld.
Balfor had never enjoyed himself so much as during the weeks he spent watching
the boy's frustration build.
The kid begged and begged and pleaded and cried to have it removed so he could
have a wank and relieve his very blue and sore balls.
The more he pleaded the hornier Balfor got and the harder the kid got fucked
until one day he came in the device from Balfor pummeling his prostate with
hard fat cock. This was a big disappointment for Balfor.
That was when he stopped fucking the boy and started fucking Roofrack instead,
making sure the boy could see dog coming.
Every so often he would relent though just to shut the whining kid up and ride
him until his skinny little body started jacking as he dribbled semen again.
Eventually he had become tired of the boy, who had grown to love Balfor's
punishment and had fallen in love with him. Doe eyes and eager compliance
bored Balfor stupid especially coming from a wet kid.
He left the rejected pet wandering naked except for his chastity device,
vampire pale from lack of sun, disoriented, with bruised and swollen nuts, an
overworked sphincter, and extensively cigar burned and whip welted on his
buttocks, at Cecil Park in the western suburbs.
The ambulance men who had been called to the scene of his discovery had a hard
time removing the very effective chastity device, remarking high-eyebrowed on
the wide capacity of the hole in the steel around his inflamed anus.
Eventually a hack saw blade was found and the cruel device was cut off him.
Feeling the steel part from his body was the saddest moment of his young life.
Although the boy was not forthcoming with details, (Balfor had hardly spoken
to him at all the whole time and the boy had been bundled into a trunk on the
way to Balfor's house. They had not even exchanged names.) it was noted by the
police that there was a "B" branded deeply on the boy's right buttock.
This outrage (The boy turned out to be from a wealthy family) made it onto the
evening news, Balfor was young then and he panicked, thinking the police were
closer than they actually were. He left Roofrack at a good home with another
nice man he could play with, packed up and fled to Colombia, and then to
Panama, cursing himself the whole way for being too humane to just kill the
boy and bury him in the back yard like a proper psycho would have done at the
onset of boredom.
The boy was deeply distraught. His family thought it was trauma, and so did
the psychiatrist but most of this trauma actually derived from being rejected
by Balfor, and his shame at wanting to return to the basement even with the
obvious risk to his life. But he was well nourished and except for his badly
damaged testicles, in good physical health.
It's surprising how nutritious dog semen, and good quality kibble soaked in
piss can be.
(The boy has grown up now and to this day most of his erotic dreams revolve
around the time he spent getting fucked out of his brains in Balfor's
basement. He hasn't managed to maintain a relationship, because nothing has
ever really held his attention since.
He goes automatically to work as a middle level executive in his family's firm
each day, cruises the net for extreme pornography at night, and dreams of
Balfor.
He's a eunuch now, having killed his own balls from the various mechanics of
fantasising that Balfor was torturing them again. He often wishes he could
have them back so he could torture them some more.
Sometimes he pisses into a bowl of kibble and eats that for dinner as a
prelude to his masturbatory fantasies, though he would die of embarrassment if
anybody ever found out.
He owns a big strong male German Shepherd as well called Boris to go with the
B on his buttock, though he prefers to think of himself being owned by it.
Except in winter Boris sleeps on the bed and he sleeps naked on the floor. He
would never dream of forcing himself on it like Balfor did with Roofrack.
He considers himself lucky when Boris starts humping his leg and he strips
immediately and goes down to pleasure him in any way his hairy canine master
seems to enjoy.
His mother constantly berates him for his badly behaved dog, insisting when
ever she visits that he take it for obedience training. He just smiles.)
Balfor felt the butterfly launch itself from his belly and he watched it fly
back to the safety of the trees.
He was close enough now to see the fluffy, almost invisible hair on Terry's
cheeks highlit by the morning sun.
Terry had grown self conscious about his facial expression. He rarely smiled
any more. When he did it was reserved and closed mouthed. It was hard to gauge
his actual sadness because of his shame at the lack of teeth in his mouth.
He had taken on something of a geisha personality. Showing pleasure by bowing
his head and smiling demurely, subtly, rather than bursting with openly with
pleasure. This was possibly effecting him psychologically.
He rarely talked at all any more because many sounds could not be made
properly without teeth and this embarrassed him also.
It's possible the removal of his teeth had a more detrimental effect than
expected. Or was this something different, something more existential? Or
something hormonal?
Of course! Duh! He had no nuts now! The poor little guy was adjusting to the
absence of testosterone in his system. That was probably a good sixty percent
of his problem.
We really are clockwork, mused Balfor. Automata. It's organic molecules
instead of cogs, that's all.
Though Terry still seemed to enjoy sex once he got into it, it took him a
while to get in the mood now because of his diminished sex drive.
Balfor found the idea that Terry's enjoyment of their sex was diminishing very
erotic. Balfor liked the idea of taking pleasure from someone who had
difficulty feeling it themselves. Rape appealed to him more the idea of
consent. He smiled evilly to himself at the thought, knowing it was ethically
wrong, knowing he ought to hate himself, and wondering exactly why he did not.
It was bound to have something to do with the monstrous hairy patch on his
shoulder that he had been carrying around all his life, he supposed. Treated
like a monster since birth, he had become one. Simple.
And yet he knew that he had not plunged absolutely into that outsider state.
He still teetered on a brink, holding his own set of ethical principles. There
were still lines that he had not crossed.
In many ways Terry was worse than he was. Balfor had never bashed an innocent
man and left him to die after all. If Balfor was badly behaved toward someone,
generally it was either because they wanted him to be, or because they
deserved it. He prided himself on that.
Balfor had seen eunuchs lose their lustrous mannish energy before, but he had
equated most of it to a loss of limbs. He now knew what a powerful drug
testosterone really was.
One's male bravado literally depended upon it.
Terry's was rapidly evaporating and because he was a homosexual, his brain was
already primed for him to revert to something like the female human default
state.
Hence the new geisha like mannerisms.
The earlier you cut them, thought Balfor, the less mannish they turn out. Look
at Felipe. He'd been a turnip. A lump. Nothing male about him at all. Nothing
female either though really. He'd been a good example of a thing.
Terry was beginning to feel something like this coming on. Hence the sad rock
sitting.
Hence the hug requirement.
Balfor crunches the numbers and arrives at a figure of approximately seventy
five percent hug necessity. Unignorable this.
No hug would mean an unacceptable probability of slave self destruction. A lot
of effort went into making this one useful, his suicide would be a distinct
loss.
One thing Balfor had discovered about hugs is that they have to be genuine.
To march out there and just bombastically hug his slave with expectations of
instant mood correction would be disastrous.
He would have to awaken his own mushy emotions. A deeply undesirable thing to
do, but it would be necessary for him also, to bask in the sentimental warmth
of this hug for the hug's magic to succeed.
In the evolutionary emotional arms race, monkeys had learned long ago the
smell of insincerity, so this hug would have to be real.
He will probably have to kiss Terry also, and without any connotations of
sexual power to make it fun.
This is just going to undo all the fantastic sexual tension I've worked so
hard to build up, he thought.
It meant he would lose a great deal of his masterfulness.
He will look weak in the eyes of his slave.
Damn.
It's necessary he thought, the game demands it, and right now, so just do it.
Now.
Reluctantly, he allowed his feelings about to Terry to flood all over him.
He pictured Terry's alluring confusion about his own guilty conscience. His
ridiculous yet beguiling "I killed Santa" complex. So sweetly idiosyncratic.
His smile. Shy. So deliciously shy.
His deference, his yielding.
The nice littleness of him. His sweet body odor.
His pretty little feet, pretty little hands.
His eyes sky blue when they were outside, greyer in the shade.
My favorite colour, thought Balfor and here it comes, the bloom of feeling.
He really did not want to see Terry sad.
There was empathy going on inside him now. Gross, painfully gross, and there
were so many other, far less desirable memories threatening to bubble up in
the rising current of his unleashed emotions.
Loss. Rejection. Self hatred. A miserable childhood of uncountable
disappointments and humiliations and days of loneliness and all because of a
patch of hair on his back.
Think about Terry.
His heart burst with anxiety about the possibility of losing him.
Balfor suddenly wanted to cry.
He did cry. There was a tear.
"I wonder if I ought to tell him about the two and a half tabs of Nils's very
strong acid that I slipped into his breakfast this morning?" Balfor whispered
to himself. "Nah;" he smiled, "be more fun to just see what happens."
The effects of the two and half tabs that Balfor had taken for himself were
now becoming evident. He realised even as he felt it that his bloom of love
for Terry had been facilitated in no small measure by the chemical
disconnection of his higher brain functions.
And that butterfly tickling his belly really had been just a little too blue
to be true.
When at wit's end following the breaking up of his gang after the Santa
incident, Terry had read a book about meditation in order to try and control
the avalanching of his mental landscape.
In characteristic do it your self fashion, he had invented his own mantra to
recite to himself when things got grim.
The ones about lotus blossoms had not really meant anything to him. He'd never
seen a lotus blossom, and he didn't know how to pronounce Sanskrit anyway.
After Balfor had fed him a curiously slightly bitter tasting early breakfast
he had come to sit on his "sad rock" a convenient place to hide his misery
from Balfor.
He sat on the smooth rock soothing himself, blanking himself out with the
repetitious mantra, over and over again. He had begun to enter the trance this
put him in if he persisted with it long enough.
A blue caste had over laid his vision as he concentrated on that colour. The
sky became deep and yet near. The ocean slowed to treacle pace.
Over and over in his mind he repeated these words, picturing what they
described as he thought them:
blue blue blue butterfly
blue blue blue in the sky
blue shining in my eye
blue like the veins in my thigh
blue blue indigo dye
blue blue blueberry pie
blue lapis lazuli
blue mountains broad and high
His blue mantra. His relaxing color. He was relaxed, but his sadness continued
to grow with it. It enveloped him, but then certain kinds of sadness were
soothing in their familiarity. He welcomed them.
The clouds began to pile up on one another, roiling as if the sky was
absorbing his inner turmoil.
He was reaching the level of concentration that he sometimes called "Unsex me
here" after Lady Macbeth's battlement scene. He had seen Roman Polanski's
Macbeth as part of his studies of that play at school and at the time it was
the best movie he had ever seen. He had fantasised about being Fleance with
Banquo for his father. Even a ghost for a dad would have been better than none
at all.
And now he had Balfor. Was it sick to think of him as a father and look
forward to sex with him at the same time?
Probably, but it was pretty mild compared to some of the other sick things
that were going on...
He had begun to feel unloved lately. It seemed Balfor only wanted him for his
orifices.
He rubbed together the bare smooth surfaces of his gums over which the feel of
Balfor's cock had become as familiar as his own tongue.
How hard it is to love and not be loved in return. He had thought that the
removal of his teeth would earn him Balfor's love. But he did not feel it.
Perhaps Balfor did love him, but hid it, feeling it would destroy the
eroticism that he obviously considered more important.
He felt Balfor's eyes on his back from somewhere up on the ridge. He felt
Balfor moving down the hill, spying on him from among the rocks.
He'll come and he will hug me, thought Terry. He will love me. If he doesn't,
I'll die.
As Terry gazed into the distance, his mantra vanishing into unconsciousness,
though he knew some part of him was still reciting it, Balfor appeared behind
him and the moment Terry knew for sure that he was there he felt his great
arms enfold him.
He felt the warm shelter from the wind in the cave of flesh formed by Balfor's
enveloping of him. Balfor's head rested on his shoulder and he nuzzled his
cheek.
So warm and true this hug. A lump in his throat. Tears of gratitude and
happiness.
He felt the way that Balfor loved him. A cold controlled, distant love, but it
was there nevertheless and just as real. Diamond love rather than velvet love.
But now the diamond had melted right at the moment when he needed it to.
He turned around inside the big meaty cage of his lover's embrace.
Terry gasped with shock, but he didn't scream. He was in the arms of a
gigantic gorilla. Had it escaped from a zoo? Nonsense. There were no zoos on
the island. Ridiculous thought.
It was the sexiest most handsome gorilla you could possibly imagine. A big
silverback Highland Gorilla that he quickly realised was somehow also Balfor.
It stilled smelled like Balfor.
Of course it was Balfor.
Terry looked deeply into the gorilla's eyes and knew at once that he gone
starkly and probably irrevocably insane.
But he didn't care. It shocked him how much he didn't care. He was too relaxed
from his meditation and the yummy hug to care.
If this gorilla was Balfor then he was in love with it what ever it was.
Part of him wanted to scream and run away, but he put that part in its place,
not wanting to spook Balfor into distrusting his slave's sanity. Balfor was
his lover but he was still absolutely the master of his every move.
The gorilla kissed him and Terry shut his eyes and knew it really was Balfor.
They kissed long and deep, both of them near to crying from the intensity of
their love.
Balfor had melted into a big sad huggy primate. It was pathetic and seemed
weak somehow. Suddenly Terry understood why Balfor was habitually so
apparently undemonstrative; yet still his heart burst with renewed love for
him.
Love, why do we value it so highly? he wondered.
Is it not merely an evolutionary dupe to bond two mating organisms together
long enough to raise their young?
As homosexuals, were he and Balfor not duping this dupe? Bending it to serve
nothing more substantial than their own amusement?
Hell yeah!
Was this cause for celebration?
You bet!
And yet it was way more than that. Terry had grown to need Balfor. He burst
with happiness from the delightful warmth of him.
Waves began to crash angrily against their rock.
"Do you think maybe we hab to get back to the cabe, sir?" said Terry to the
mute fellow primate.
It cocked it's head to one side and made questioning eyes.
"Dere's a storm coming, sir. " Terry continued. "A big one. We're not shafe
here." His words came out slow from his mouth somehow, as if he had to untwist
them from around his tongue in order to get them out.
Without his teeth there were sounds he sometimes managed to make, and
sometimes not.
I'm talking to a gorilla, he thought. O.K. what ever. Just relax. How bad can
it be to lose your mind?
It wasn't so aweful mostly because the gorilla was just so bloody attractive.
More attractive than any human he had ever seen. Even Balfor as a human. How
could Balfor be at his most attractive as a gorilla? Was this the true him?
Terry had always thought that Balfor was like the perfect, but not too perfect
amalgam of George Cluny and Javier Bardem and Clark Gable. Well this amalgam
was now playing an utterly charismatic escapee from the highlands of
equatorial Africa. Impossible, yet there it was before him.
There was a curious tension in Terry's jaw and an unfamiliar consciousness of
the squirming of his internal organs. He could feel his own heartbeat and the
food peristalting through his intestines.
He felt a yawn coming on that was also a strange monkeyish desire to whoop. To
howl. Like a gibbon. He did and loudly.
He was not surprised when he covered his mouth to see his hand had grown long
and thin and covered with golden hairs. He wondered whether his thumb was
still properly opposable.
The gorilla smiled.
Everything was in focus. Way too sharp focus. He seemed to be able to see the
cloudy swarming shapes of individual atoms making curly textures that
patterned literally everything with fractal baroque sumptuousness, moving like
a living thing.
Every hair of the charming gorilla's body had a tiny red jewel glowing at its
tip.
It's crystal eyes swarming with light were infinitely deep and as distant and
intelligent as those of a God.
He wondered if his own eyes looked the same to the gorilla. There was a clear
space. A vacuum inside his head as palpable and penetrating as any idea.
What the fuck was happening?
What strange new power had he unleashed with his mantra? Had he accidentally
hit upon a magical spell of some kind?
He intuited that these effects were somehow dream related. He was having some
kind of waking dream, but as solid and real as reality.
He was frightened and yet very excited. What an adventure it was to embark on
such a wonderful psychotic episode.
He wanted it to stop, but not just yet. Not while this handsome, sweet
smelling gorilla held him in the most loving and warm embrace that he had ever
felt.
Balfor could feel the storm threatening all around them. Terry was right, even
if he had morphed into a Lar Gibbon. A decidedly lesser ape.
Something not right in the air. The birds were gone. The waves looked wrong.
The clouds had become more heavy and were swirling overhead in two layers
moving swiftly in different directions.
To the east uncountable angels had gathered among the clouds and were singing
Handel's "My Heart is Inditing" at the top of their lungs, in harmony with the
wind. Terry couldn't see them because they were too far away but he could hear
them and the clouds were pulsing with a light that was unmistakably holy.
How was he managing to be so relaxed as reality patently disintegrated all
around him?
On his way back to the cave with his lover the gorilla, angels filling the air
with song and blue butterflies swarming in the sky like a plague, Terry tried
to remember whether his book on Transcendental Meditation had mentioned
anything about a risk of losing one's mind.
The trees swayed and whispered around them, filling their ears with vegetable
gossip. Every now and again the gorilla would take his hand and give him
another hug and for a while the two apes would walk hand in hand until
separated by an obstacle.
The ground was breathing harder and harder, pumping itself up. Terry realised
it was a bad idea to go back to the cave. It was a lave tube after all and the
island which was a volcano was clearly getting ready to blow it's load.
He tried to warn the gorilla whose name he had forgotten but found he had lost
control of his voice. He opened his mouth but could generate no further motor
signals to animate himself for proper speech.
He stared blindly ahead through the thickening forest. Flowers that became
leaves and moth wings and pages torn from ancient books and bright feathers
fluttered around in the wind.
He felt himself trying to gather himself; for what?
He was falling into the grip of terror. Somehow he had forgotten something
absolutely vital for his survival; something he had left behind on his sad
rock.
What was it?
He had forgotten who he was. He could not remember his name or whether he had
ever had a name. He vaguely remembered that things had happened in places that
were not this island but he didn't know how he knew. Maybe it had been a
dream.
A lost dream.
An incalculable tragedy that he was somehow responsible for.
He howled again in abject panic, shocked to rediscover his voice which seemed
to echo through the trees for way too long after he called.
The only thing he could remember was something utterly insane: that he loved
the gorilla.
The gigantic gorilla, taller than any man came back upon hearing his cry and
studied him carefully.
Its gaze soothed him absolutely.
The storm stopped. The island stopped breathing.
The sun streamed down to them. They were among the weathered, moss covered
boulders in the gully that led up to their cave.
The sky was blue. blue blue blue like the sky is.
More butterflies of fluorescent blue appeared in the air. They're from my
mantra, thought the gibbon, realising it was still being recited somewhere in
the back of his mind.
The gorilla picked him up and carried him to the soft top of the largest
boulder, waterfalls tinkling and splashing all around.
The surface of the boulder was covered with a swirling riot of paisley moss in
motley greens, studded with brightly lit emeralds. Orchids of white and
burgundy bloomed from a crevice in the rock, filling the air with banana and
vanilla perfume. They slowly opened and closed their moist vaginal mouths,
sighing the delicious fragrance out at them coquettishly.
The gorilla was playing gently but insistently with his arse, it's big hairy
black hand, thick and leathery pushing against him in that private place.
How forward. I hardly know you, thought the gibbon as its little cock started
responding.
But what magic the gorilla was making with his thick fingers down there.
The gibbon closed his eyes and laid his head against the broad hairy chest, a
great heart beat beneath the surface and he could feel it's slow drumming. His
own heart fell into step with it and then he understood how unimportant it was
that he couldn't remember his own identity.
The gorilla laid him face down in the moss, and then the gibbon knew something
was wrong because he was sure he had read somewhere that gorillas only had two
inch long man-hoods. Or should that be gorilla-hoods.
Who ever heard of a gorilla hung like a horse? This was clearly no ordinary
gorilla.
Emerald stars began to shine up and out between the glossy hairs of the moss
and he felt himself sinking deeper in. The rock was soft like a mattress and
the gorilla was melding with him from behind, pushing in and out, melting in
and unable to pull out, glued to the gibbon's insides and stuck like a fly to
paper. The gorilla was trapped until the gibbon felt like freeing him.
He doubted he would feel like freeing him for ages and ages. Delicious
feelings were igniting all over him. Delicious like raspberry sherbet icecream
with chocolate sprinkles spread on his whole body which was just a tongue. One
enormous hairy tongue tasting the whole roasted nut crumbly deliciousness of
the world.
Deliciousness that was about to explode into some unexpected momentous event
between his legs. He could not imagine what was about to happen but then he
didn't have to because it did.
He didn't know where to put himself for it.
He heard the gorilla roar and he turned and saw that its face was made of
light and cast the expression of an angel or an alien or a buddha and as he
roared the writhing trees opened up around them clearing a hole in the sky to
make way for their uncontainable fulfillment which grew and grew as it shone
as bright as a hydrogen bomb from underneath their rippling skin.
The gibbon who was Terry felt his bones turn to ashes inside him, consumed by
the fire of his pulse drumming orgasm which burned and burned and didn't seem
to be going out. He felt his whole life's blood must be pouring out of the
slit at the end of his cock as it hosed the moss underneath him with audible
spurts.
As his ecstasy finally began to abate the crackling fractal trees burning with
leaves of cool green flame shuddered around them and turned back in on
themselves, re-closing the space above.
The gibbon's limbs flapped like the shredded remnants of something flimsy in
the wind. Without understanding why he threw himself backwards into the
gorilla and then he was the gorilla and the gorilla was him and he was full of
life. Too much life. The rampaging life had to be let out somehow.
He felt a smile growing with insane intensity on his face.
He leapt off the rock, up and out of the gully and ran through the jungle
breaking small trees, snapping branches off, beating his chest, scattering
animals of every description. lizards that were dragons; birds that were
angels; a dozen honey coloured kangaroos that could not possibly have been
there and yet were, bounded out of tall grass ahead of him and all along his
blissful rampage was studded with shimmering butterflies singing a hymn of
blue so beautiful that he wanted to cry.
He had been scratched and blood began to spread on his skin but he didn't care
at all.
The island was something out of a storybook, painted with too-bright colours,
glowing with phosphorescent brilliance and saturation.
Light shone out of the rocks, up out of the ground, illuminating things from
beneath and from within.
In the sky the sun streamed light that was a chime. It rang like a bell that
had been struck billions of years ago and would continue to ring until the end
of the world. The whole island vibrated with its note, mixing its own colors
into the sound with flawless harmony.
The beauty of it was too much to bear. He cried, eyes filled with tears. How
could he not have known that this was the true nature of the world he had
lived in all along?
How could this infinite beauty have been hidden from his eyes all these years.
He needed to explore it. To adapt himself to it. He felt himself growing
stronger. Infinitely strong, he was even slightly afraid of his own new
omnipotence.
He ripped up the earth in big chunks and threw it into the sky and then sat
down hard laughing at his own foolishness.
On his arms he watched the drops of blood from his scratchy rampage changing
into dragon scales of burgundy marked with russet brown that spread together
on the skin on his arms, as his primate fingernails changed into reptilian
claws of knife sharpness and fierce strength.
He knew that something in his own mind was making this happen, and that he
could make it stop if he wanted to but he didn't want to so he didn't. He let
it happen and watched it happen, delighting to feel great wings sprouting from
somewhere near his shoulder blades.
He bounded on all fours to the bald top of the island and around the crater's
weathered rim began to dance his dragon dance to the music of his own pounding
heart among the rocks and tussocks of grass.
He watched his huge dragonish shadow play on the surface of the small copper
green lake inside the crater.
Then he turned the world beneath him in his dance and froze because something
bright and shiny and new caught his eye.
Forming a dent in the north coast of the island there was a small bay that he
had not explored in weeks.
In the bay there was a beautiful streamlined yacht glowing white like snow or
like salt so bright it hurt his eyes.
There was a naked woman swimming near the yacht and on the deck was an ugly
overweight man also naked except for Rayban sunglasses, an exquisite Breitling
watch and a loose yellow cloth covering his genitals to prevent them burning
in the late morning sun.
It was so far away he knew he would not have been able to make out these
details without his new dragon eyes.
He wanted the boat. Right now he wasn't sure why, but he knew he wanted it.
The pretty, beautifully wrought watch would be nice too, though he didn't know
whether it would fit on his thick dragon wrist.
The people were slight obstacles, but he knew that would not trouble him for
long.
Without even thinking about it he leapt off the top of the mountain and flew
down into the bay trusting his wings as if he had used them every day for the
last thousand years.
He circled the boat and lit, proud of his silent supernatural grace just as
the woman was climbing out of the sea.
She saw him and screamed, clearly losing her mind.
The man fat man on the deck chair awoke and he too began to scream.
They were screaming in French, having come for a little cruise from New
Caledonia.
Neither of them seemed to be able to understand what they were seeing, their
ugly venal faces were distorted with fear and disbelief.
Although he could not hear their thoughts he could tell from their expressions
what they were. They were lamenting to see this thing on their boat because it
meant that what they had learnt in church as children was true after all. All
the magic. The angels. The demons. The pits of eternal fire. In their souls
they were counting their sins and the sum equated to damnation.
These two ugly human creatures were so unpleasant in his beautiful new world
he knew he had to do something about them right away.
He went to the man who smelled strongly of coconut oil and plucked the cloth
off his crotch. It was a yellow bandanna with black designs printed on it.
The genitalia it had sheltered were nothing special now that they could be
seen. An ordinary cock sitting on a pair of slightly less than walnut sized
balls.
The man who looked to be about fifty five years of age could do nothing but
stare at him, frozen and agog, wondering what on Earth would happen next.
He buried his dragon face in the man's expensively perfumed crotch and bit off
his cock and balls with his new dinosaur like teeth and spat the rent
collection of meaty bits into the sea.
The unmanned man shook and wobbled uncontrollably and let out a piercing
shriek, pummeling his head with pathetic fists that he could barely feel on
his iron-tough dragon skin.
He bit into the man's throat to shut him up. Blood gouted out rich and red and
delicious, as the screams turned into a gurgle and then went dead.
As he chewed on a chunk of raw meat that he had bitten out of the man's
shoulder, he watched the woman swim away with the speed of an Olympic athlete.
Very rapidly she grew tired however, having used up her energy already during
her earlier swim. He watched her begin to fail. He knew she wouldn't make
shore.
He bit off another chunk of the man and as he casually chewed and watched she
floundered. She went down. She didn't come up again.
* * * |
A N.I.C.E. Boy, Part 18 | TESTICLES, MINOR | ` A N.I.C.E. Boy, Part 18 `
More Adult Pedophiles Undergo Sterilization
Washington Star, June 6th, 2005
Today, a spokesperson for the National Institute for Sexual Health announced
that over 1,000 adult men per month are undergoing voluntary sterilization as
part of the N.I.C.E. program, established more than a year ago. The N.I.C.E.
legislation of 2004 provided for the emasculation of pedophiles in order to
eliminate the da Vinci gene. It is the da Vinci gene which causes the type of
pedophilia that attracts men to boys. The tribunal, set up to implement and
administer the requirements of the N.I.C.E. legislation has developed a far-
reaching strategic agenda and introduced such programs as NICE Boys to
sterilize prepubescent boys. During the year since its formation, NICE Boys
has achieved outstanding success, both with the boys who are afflicted and by
getting their parents to appreciate the need for treatment. Until effective
gene therapy can be developed to correct the problem during the fetal stage,
the eradication of the gene as required by law, necessitates complete and
permanent elimination of testicular function. Dr. Harold Bates, speaking on
behalf of Dr. Jarvis Wright, said that over a thousand boys aged between seven
and eleven years old have received NICE treatment this quarter alone, up 33
percent from the previous quarter. The percentage increase for adult men is
only slightly lower although fewer men are involved at this stage simply
because the adult program has been in operation for only nine months.
The success of the NICE Boys program, and the recently introduced NICE Men
program, have placed such a severe strain on the Institute's medical
facilities that surgical sterilizations have been put on hold for all but
extreme cases. For example, when castration is the only option available or to
remedy problems resulting from another method. Dr. Wright, one of the members
of the Tribunal is currently visiting Iraq to assess the effectiveness of that
country's mass sterilization program that is currently being used for mentally
unfit and criminally insane males.
For men wishing to undergo voluntary sterilization, the only Institute-
approved option that is presently available for treatment is an injection to
dissolve the testis. However, an extensive research effort is underway in
testing other methods, including the expensive ultra- sound technique which
has been demonstrated to be highly effective for pre-pubertal boys as well as
preserving the physical appearance of the genitals. Currently, over 100 men in
six states have been studied in a pilot program with limited success. The
success rate when the method is used for boys is close to 99 percent, while in
the pilot program it is only 60 percent. Researchers at the Institute
attribute the difference to the much larger testicular volume of the adult
male, causing incomplete disintegration of the cell structure. If those cases
where there is partial emasculation, castration is performed.
Despite the problems, Dr. Bates anticipates that men will continue to take
advantage of the opportunity to do the socially and morally responsible thing.
"Certainly, men are coming forward to register and be treated for pedophilia
because of the so-called two strikes law which requires lifetime imprisonment
for pedophiles for their second offence. And next year, the tax credits that
will available to them are even more generous." The tax credits are formulated
on the donation value of the testicles and include a one year amount of up to
$60,000, based on the taxable income of the three preceding years. Other
factors are also considered, including the age of the donor and marital
status. An annual tax credit of $10,000 is also allowed if a man does not
participate in the testosterone replacement program.
Mrs. Marjorie Kincaid, Special Programs Director of NICE SON, the support
organization for NICE Boys and their families, agreed that men are coming
forward in greater numbers to be registered and receive treatment. She
encourages them to become mentors to NICE Boys. "Mentoring is a crucial part
of ensuring our boys' happiness," Mrs. Kincaid said. "After being identified
as carrying the da Vinci gene and being subjected to treatment, there is not
much of a future for most of our boys. Placing a neuter with an appropriate
male role model is the single most important thing that we are able to do to
assist the boy to have a productive life."
Chapter 18. NISH Region Six ETC Camp, New Harmony, Indiana, June 6th, 2005.
Daniele awoke in a sweat. His dream, almost a nightmare, fled into his
subconscious, to a place where it would be forgotten until the next time he
slept. This time it had been Nicky, even more beautiful than in life. They
were in a garden, Arcadia, just the two of them. They were naked and free to
do whatever they wanted. Nicky's enticing smile, innocent yet brooding with
juvenile lust had seduced Daniele, or had it been the other way around. Had he
seduced Nicky, like before, with a game that had started by exchanging glances
in the ice-cream parlor? Did it make any difference? Not when he was aroused,
not when he needed to satisfy his craving. Not when his penis was far enough
inside Nicky's tiny bottom that he could feel the intense heat, and a pressure
that threatened to overwhelm him. It felt like his `dick was being strangled'.
That was how Dustin had once described it, being inside a young boy's rectum.
Then suddenly, half-awake, half-asleep, his thoughts became centered on Dustin
again. His forehead was beaded with perspiration, his hair disheveled, his
breathing restless. He grumbled sleepily, slowly coming awake. It was unlike
him to wake up irritable. It took a few seconds before he was fully aware of
his surroundings, before reality returned. It was a peaceful all-too- short
interlude. A few seconds passed much too quickly. Suddenly he became aware of
the thing that was still inside him. Without thinking, he fought against it
and tried to force it out of his body, but without success. It was immovable
beyond a point. His downward pressure only served to make it worse. The
harness tightened, then forced it back where it had come from as soon as his
efforts faded. It filled him, pressing against the immature gland buried
within his slender abdomen, doing nothing to alleviate the shame he felt. He
was consumed with disgust as he remembered the night before. It seemed so long
ago.
The problem then as now, was that it felt good. There was no getting past it,
no matter how much he wanted to hate what had been done to him. It had hurt
terribly at first, but even then his revulsion came not from what was
happening, but his inability to resist his body's response. It was so good
that despite how much he wanted to hate it, he wanted it inside him. It had
taken the counselor the best part of an hour to install the ten plugs. By
then, Daniele was exhausted. His body had been racked by orgasm, not one or
two of them like the other boys, but by seemingly endless climaxes. As soon as
one had passed, he had waited for the next one, wanting to reach the peak
again with a desperate longing.
Even enduring his own agony, Daniele still had a vague memory of seeing the
last slim plug being inserted. He would never forget the sneering look on the
counselor's face. The last boy, Connor, had been fitted with a `nine-zero',
the smallest one in the `large' pack. Everyone in the cabin, perhaps the
entire camp, knew that Connor wasn't a virgin. The word had gotten around
quickly. He hadn't been a virgin for more than a year, not since he started
having sex with his older brother. His anus was well-used, even abused by some
standards, but Hart had done it almost lovingly, stroking the boy's bare back
as he slowly, carefully slid it in. He made sure that Daniele was watching.
With all ten boys penetrated, plugged and strapped for the night, Hart had
inserted a DVD into the player and turned on the large flat-screen television.
Then, with their transmitters buzzing at the low range, he had left them and
gone into his own room. The video was obscene and depicted two homosexual men
having intercourse. For one hour and twenty minutes there was no plot to speak
of, just sex. Hart had seen it before and he had no interest in seeing it
again. He even closed the door so that the boys' moans would disturb him.
Daniele shifted to a more comfortable position and winced as the plug was
forced still deeper. Like that, it levered directly against his prostate,
forcing him to move once again. He tried to push it out without luck. The
harness prevented anything beyond the slightest movement. It only served to
tighten his anus around the shaft. Ten hours earlier he would have cried. This
time there was only an uncomfortable ache, but there was still no relief. He
dared not remove the harness without the counselor's permission. He closed his
eyes and tried not to think about it. The bulbed end seemed to force his
opening even wider with every breath, with even the slightest movement. He
tried to relax that part of his body, tried not to feel it, still dwelling on
the video he had watched. His mind was filled with contradictions. No matter
that he only wanted to go back to sleep. Boys. Beautiful boys. Little boys
like Nicky and Grey, boys who made his heart quicken, then race. Then Carter
Browning. Sweet Aaron, who was sleeping in the bed next to him, who always
smiled at him. Blond-headed Connor who looked like the warrior boy in his
favorite movie. And more boys, dozens of boys who had been his friends over
the years or who he had admired from afar. There were men too, although men
had never entered his mind before, not like this. His thoughts were
increasingly of men having sex. He thought about Dustin and another boy, not
him, having sex. And always that feeling inside him, deep inside, like an
endless pressure that wanted to get out.
In the dim light of early morning, still an hour before the sunrise, Daniele
watched a shadow cross the room. Dark, small, moving silently, coming closer,
then skirting his bed. Then, passing Aaron's bed, creeping down the line of
beds, stopping at the last bed. He heard the rustle of sheets being lifted
back, a muffled whisper, the creak of the bed frame as the weight doubled. The
last bed was Tyler's bed. Tyler was frail and pale, his skin almost white, as
if the sun had never touched his body. Daniele liked him less because his
visitor had to be Connor. There was no one else it could be, not from that
side of the room. Tyler and Connor were always hanging out together, and
although Daniele was prepared to forgive Tyler for that because he knew what
it was like to be lonely, he could not accept that they might be friends. The
bed creaked again. He heard a soft sign, then a giggle. His ears pricked,
listening for the slightest sound.
"Take it out, Con."
"I'm trying. Jesus, it's like it's glued in. There."
"Shhhh.... Now, put yours in."
"Where's your lube?"
"I forget. I think it's on the floor somewhere."
"I can use spit?"
"Nah. It's slippery as hell. Just do it. It's plenty big enough for what
you've got."
More giggles. "Okay."
"Yeah. You got it first go. Slow. I want to feel it going in. Oh, yeah,...
that's good."
"Deeper?"
"Sure. As far as you can. Oh yeah. Keep pushing slowly."
"It's loose."
"What'd you expect? Yeah, slow like that."
"You got it all, Ty."
"Feels so nice.... Let me get my breath, Con. Okay,... let's do it. Fuck me
slow. I want it, deep and real slow."
Like the video the boys had watched the night before, Daniele heard the sounds
of sex, muted, slippery sounds, not the loud straining groans of two men
locked in passion, but two boys doing what came naturally to them. The pace
was slow, the motion little varied but calculated to give pleasure to both of
them; deep, forceful thrusts that forged unforgettable bonds between two boys.
Daniele was envious. He wondered what it felt like, for Connor as much as
Tyler. He had longed to do that to a little boy, Nicky or Grey, or some other
boy who wanted to be loved like that. That it would never happen filled him
with sadness.
"You awake, Web?"
Daniele jumped at the sound of Aaron's voice, a soft whisper that reached out
the few feet between them. They had become friends. Not like Connor and Tyler
were friends, because their friendship was far more than merely passing the
time together or a matter of convenience. Their lives had become entwined.
"Uh huh," he answered in a breathy secretive way that was destined only for
Aaron's ears. He had not intended for his whisper to sound eager.
"Me too."
There was an awkward pause. "They're doing it."
Daniele hesitated to acknowledge the obvious. He knew some of the boys were
having sex during the night, despite, or perhaps in spite of the strict rules
about boys having sex at camp. Only the night before, a few minutes after the
lights were turned out and Hart had gone, two of the boys had left the cabin
and gone outside into the darkness. He had been asleep when they returned.
"Yeah. It sure sounds like it," he murmured sleepily.
"Does it hurt bad?" Aaron asked guiltily.
It was the first time he had mentioned what had been done to Daniele. There
had been no opportunity to talk during the night. His voice trembled.
"Yeah, it's sore I guess. Mostly it just feels awfully big back there."
"I'm sorry. I don't know why Hart doesn't like you."
Daniele sighed. "Me either. He can be a real ass-hole if he puts his mind to
it."
The bed holding two boys creaked.
"Connor's doing it to Ty," Aaron whispered urgently.
"Uh huh. It sure sounds like it's in his butt."
"No shit," Aaron answered. "The next time he farts it'll sound like this," he
added with a quiet whistle.
Tyler's gas problems were of little concern, not like some boys who were
always farting, but it was funny at the time. Daniele smiled although he had
little to smile about. He was worried about whether he'd be able to defecate
normally again. From across the room, one of the boys groaned, but it was
impossible to tell who it was.
"That sure was fast," Aaron observed breathily.
Daniele lifted his head up. In the darkness, he could just make out the white
sheet on Aaron's bed. It was vibrating where Aaron's left arm was. Aaron was
left-handed like he was. He wanted to say something, but he wasn't at all
certain what it was that he wanted to say. He left Aaron alone to finish what
he had started.
"Web?" The fluttering stopped as Aaron twisted over to look back at Daniele.
"Yeah."
"You still hurt bad there?" For some reason, Aaron sounded even more anxious
than he usually did.
"No. It's okay," Daniele answered humbly.
He wondered why Aaron sounded the way that he did,.... His voice seemed to
change, almost to waver nervously. It sounded as if he was excited. Excited?
Aaron? He was always so reserved.
"What do you think it feels like?"
"Sex?" Daniele asked uncertainly.
"Yeah."
"Nice,... I suppose."
"You ever done it?"
He discounted what he had done with Grey as two children playing an innocent
game, if only because he was too young to know what he was doing. However, it
had been sex with Nicky and Carter. He was old enough then. The thrill of
being with another boy, of seeing the other boy become sexually aroused, of
knowing that he, Daniele Webster had caused that arousal; the sense of triumph
that he had achieved his desires. The only problem was that both of those
times had become unpleasant memories. He took a deep breath. He wondered about
what had happened with Dustin when he put the cup on, or the other times. Was
that sex? It was, he decided, but it was not something he would ever tell
another person. Mostly, Dustin had been teaching him about his body or trying
to make him feel good.
"No, not really," he answered. "Have you?"
"Um,... Kind of,..." Aaron sounded like he was holding something back. "I've
done some stuff,...I play around with my little brother,... you know. So
we,... um,... do stuff, but not everything," Aaron added hastily. He sounded
guilty, not as if he was ashamed or lying, but still holding back.
Even though he had always thought that there weren't supposed to be secrets
between best friends, Daniele wanted to ask what Aaron had done with his
little brother. However, he was wise enough to appreciate that some things
were private, and sex was one of them. He wished that he was close enough to
Aaron that they could share their problems, exchanging their secrets as he did
with Dustin. Perhaps it was because Dustin was more than his best friend. As
far as he knew, they had no secrets from each other.
Aaron suddenly turned onto his back, lifting his arms back behind his head.
His erection stood straight up, unwavering in its squat youthful hardness.
Daniele had seen Aaron's aroused penis before, but only from a distance, the
distance between their beds. He had seen enough to realize that it was quite a
bit larger than his when it was stiff.
"Do you want to do stuff?"
Daniele panicked. "Huh? You mean do sex?" he blurted out.
"Sh! Duh! What do you think?" Aaron giggled strangely.
"I,... I,... don't know,... Um,..."
He breathed out. Ever since he had gotten onto the bus for the ride to camp he
had wanted so badly to be held and comforted by someone, the way that Dustin
comforted him. It was as if the man always knew what Daniele wanted. Dustin
always knew what to say or do to make him feel better. Not once had he ever
been lonely when he was with Dustin. The two E-mails he received so far were
funny and interesting, but not enough. His pillow, even though he hugged it
tightly throughout the long hours of night, offered no solace. He was still
lonely for human warmth. He had been miserable ever since he had watched
Dustin waving goodbye when the bus departed.
"We're not supposed to, Aaron," he said guiltily. "It's against the rules."
Specifically, rule two, spelled out in no uncertain terms in the camp handbook
that they had all been required to study during the first orientation session.
Daniele had read the book one time and could repeat the rules word for word.
"No one will know. Fart's snoring so he has to be asleep."
Grinning, Daniele glanced at Aaron. He was sitting up now, looking directly at
Daniele. All he needed was a nod and he would cross the few feet that
separated their beds. The nod was slow in coming, but it came nonetheless. He
needed Aaron's warm body against his. Cautiously, Aaron lifted the covers
back. Like Daniele, he was still naked from the night before, and like
Daniele, he still wore the nylon harness. Daniele could just make out the thin
dark straps as Aaron came closer. Following instinct, he lifted back the
sheet. Aaron paused, looking down at him. His slender body was so dark against
the white sheets that he could have been mistaken for a different race.
Aaron came down, positioning himself so that he straddled Daniele's nude body.
He knelt there above him, momentarily surveying the boy beneath him as if
waiting for approval to close the distance between them. Again, Daniele obeyed
his natural inclinations and smiled up at Aaron. He nodded his willingness to
couple.
Mostly, Aaron was smooth and soft and deliciously warm as he lowered himself,
but part of him was hot and hard and jabbed against Daniele's crotch. He felt
a sigh ripple through the other boy. He felt Aaron's body merging with his own
slim form, pressing down until the fronts of their bodies were in full
contact.
"You feel so good," Aaron said dreamily.
His penis burned against Daniele's groin, his breath moist and strangely
refreshing even though it had the staleness of morning.
"You too."
Having Aaron pressed against him felt very strange. In a way, it was
wonderful, far better than anything that words could describe, to have another
naked warm body lying over him, but Daniele had been cheated of what he really
wanted. All his life, he had longed to feel a little boy's body pressed
against him. Except for a single incident with Grey, throughout his entire
life that single vital need had been unfulfilled. He accepted the
impossibility. Aaron was an tolerable alternative, but even as his dreams and
desires should have been satisfied, he shrank back. There was no heart-
pounding thrill from the first contact of their juvenile sex organs, the
sharing of their warmth. Certainly, the pressure of Aaron's body was vaguely
reassuring, but nothing more than that.
Not understanding, Daniele lay very still. He was barely aware of Aaron's
movement, of the exploratory roaming of the other boy's hands along his
flanks, the undulating rocking of a bony pelvis against his hips.
"You feel soft like my little brother," Aaron whispered. "But he's not hard
like you. You have muscles everywhere. You're so hot."
Daniele detected the sound of infatuation, yet there was no such obsession on
his part. Sometime during the night his desire had been stolen from him. He
felt nothing, not then, not ever again. He tried to move his arms to embrace
Aaron. There was a sudden awful gnawing in his belly, the rising taste of
bile, mental anguish of knowing the consequences that drained his desire. He
waited for the horrible pain to explode through him. He knew what would ensue
if they stayed in bed together. He knew that Aaron wanted to have sex, that
his friend would try his best to make him feel nice, but he would not feel the
way he was supposed to feel. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Inside,
revulsion tinged his memories. He lay quietly, acquiescing. He forced himself
to stop thinking about what was happening, yet there was still the
unmistakable feeling that he would lose control of his bladder if he so much
as touched the other boy. He felt exactly the same after the counselor used
the transmitter. He had been at camp long to make a difference. Fortunately
for Aaron he had been spared the worst of Hart's torment. It would take a few
more days before he was incapable of getting an erection with Daniele, or any
other boy for that matter.
"I do this with Jakie all the time," Aaron confided without confidence.
"Rubbing off I mean."
His motions were anything but awkward. His rigid penis poked against Daniele's
limpness with oblivious freedom. Daniele tasted bile again and closed his
eyes, fighting the conditioned reaction. Despite his continuing discomfort, he
did not want to spoil it for his friend. Aaron sounded hungry and happy at the
same time, his voice trembling with excitement. For one boy delectable
sensations, engaging another body that was so warm and soft, sliding belly to
belly, sweaty groin to groin. For the other, there were only detestable
feelings, submitting because it was expected of him. He envied Aaron's simple
pleasure.
Aaron giggled, now shamelessly aroused, telling more than prudence dictated,
even to a close friend.
"I think I must be a pervert, Web."
"Why?"
"Well,... see Jakie's only seven, and he loves rubbing together like this...."
Aaron giggled softly.
They shared the same bedroom. It took a few times to get the little boy used
to it. Then, his brother hankered after more. Their father turned a blind eye
to the boys' antics. Most brothers had sex at one time or another, or many
times for that matter, but he drew the line at incest between fathers and
sons. He was content to listen to what his sons did together.
"Web?"
"Yeah?"
"You want to know a secret?" Aaron said furtively.
"Uh huh."
He considered telling Daniele about his father. He bit his upper lip. "Um,...
Jakie's like me I guess,... Ah, so we do other stuff as well. See,... Jakie
sucks my dick too."
Only a few days earlier, Daniele would have been elated, overjoyed even to
think about having oral sex with a boy that young. Ever since the incident
with Nicky, he had dreamed about doing that for as long as he could remember.
Licking the outside of a penis was definitely not the same as sucking it.
However, the very idea of taking a little boy's penis into his mouth sickened
him. Even thinking about the electric shocks surging down his spine were far
too awful to bear. He would never need to contemplate the legal consequences
of the act for the memory of Hart's cruel punishment was sufficient to modify
his behavior for the rest of his life. He tensed in angry frustration. It was
a need that would forever remain unsatisfied.
Aaron eased from lying over him to lying beside him. His hands wandered over
Daniele's reluctant body on a voyage of discovery. Daniele was aware of the
tickling sensation, of Aaron's fingertips finding sensitive places, his
nipples, his navel, the firm muscles of his lower belly, moving ever closer to
his private place. His body was hot, yet within Daniele his penis felt like it
was chilled with fear. He wanted to tell Aaron to stop. The other boy's
fingers advanced cautiously yet courageously onto his genitals.
"Where did your cup go?" Aaron whispered.
"Huh?"
Nervously, Daniele groped between his legs. Over the last two and a half weeks
he had become accustomed to the little ball being there whenever he showered
or urinated. It had become as much a part of his body as his penis or scrotum.
Now, he felt,... nothing. The hard shell was gone. His fingers touched
withered flattened skin. It was not the soft delicate skin of a young boy's
scrotum, skin that should have been loose and relaxed from the heat of lying
in bed, or even the wrinkled, tight knot that might have been there had
Daniele been sexually aroused.
"It's gone," he muttered in disbelief.
Of course, everyone said it was supposed to fall off after it had done its
job, and there were even a few boys in the cabin who had suddenly become very
self-conscious when undressing because their cups were gone, but after two and
a half weeks Daniele still expected it not to happen to him.
"It must have fallen off during the night," Aaron whispered.
"I guess," Daniele agreed reluctantly. "It was pretty loose yesterday."
"You feel really funny there. It's almost all gone."
"Duh!"
It was difficult for him not to be angry. Despite what he had been told would
happen he had always retained hope that the cup would not work on him. That
whatever was inside the little cup was still there, safe inside the little red
plastic sphere, but it wasn't. It was gone. It felt like there was nothing
left of his scrotum. The remaining vestige of his maleness was his limp
unresponsive penis. Aaron gently pushed Daniele's hand away and continued to
fondle the scrap of skin that remained.
"I can barely feel your balls," he observed with fascination. "They're so
small, like tiny little beans."
"I guess so. That's how they're supposed to end up," Daniele replied without
interest.
"You'll have to go to the nurse after breakfast," Aaron continued.
Daniele shrugged indifferently. At least it was over, finished, done with.
There was no getting away from it. He wasn't a boy any more, not a real boy.
He was,.... He choked on the thought,.... He was a `nuck. A eunuch. A neuter.
A NICE Boy.
"Do you want to feel mine?" Aaron offered guiltily.
Daniele shrugged uncomfortably. However, the offer had been made and it would
be discourteous to reject the offer. Awkwardly, he extended his hand. Aaron's
upper thigh lifted up. Daniele's fingers brushed against the other boy's
erection. It was so stiff that it quivered expectantly. Daniele jerked his
hand away. He took a deep breath and tried to tell himself that the counselor
was still asleep, that he would not be punished if he just touched Aaron's
body for a second or two. Again he tried, this time bringing his hand up from
underneath so that he wouldn't touch that short hard spike of boy-flesh. His
fingers grazed Aaron's hairless thigh. It was as soft and smooth as his own
but it lacked the powerful kicking muscles of Daniele's thighs. Daniele
trembled, expecting the agony to commence. His hand shook mercilessly.
Then, Aaron's hand closed over his and pulled upward. He placed Daniele's hand
directly onto the supple ample bag of his scrotum, firmly pressing Daniele's
fingers into the skin. For a moment, Daniele was shocked. He had seen, but not
touched, and from a distance, Aaron's scrotum looked perfectly normal. He felt
Aaron's testicles beneath his fingers. They were large enough to be easily
felt, yet each egg was spongy soft. They were distinctly malleable, like Jello
surrounded by bundled cords. Quickly, Daniele drew his hand back.
"They're big."
"Yeah, for mush," Aaron brooded.
"At least you've still got your nuts," Daniele said resentfully.
Aaron sighed wistfully "So have you, Web. Okay, so they're tiny, but it'd be
worse if they cut them off all together."
"Or used injections," Daniele added bitterly. "That was the other choice. My
folks didn't care one way or the other so it was my choice. Some choice huh? I
wish mine were like yours."
It all came down to money, he realized. Money brought power and privilege. And
special treatment for young boys like Aaron. He had read somewhere, although
he could not remember where, that the cost of fitting a boy with a cup, or
giving him injections, was less than a hundred dollars. Less than a hundred
dollars to take away his manhood, to eliminate a boy's future.
"You're lucky," he added miserably.
"Maybe, but only because I'm with you," Aaron whispered. "When I saw you at
school, you were always hanging out with other kids. I wanted to be close to
you so much it hurt inside. I wanted you to be my friend so much, and now you
are."
Aaron pressed against Daniele, holding his still-hard penis so that it pointed
into the other boy's groin. He worked the head against Daniele's lifeless
penis, prodding and nudging hopefully.
"Your dick is as hard as steel," Daniele mumbled. "Unlike my stupid looking
thing."
It was impossible not to be envious, not when his own penis, always so quick
to become erect in the past, had become unresponsive. It had been two days
since his last voluntary erection. It was both a relief and unsettling.
Perhaps the cup had worked after all. The brochure that came with it mentioned
that boys would experience a diminished capacity for erections. Perhaps it was
a side effect of the electric shocks, except that he had always become erect
when the counselor used the button to control him. He wondered absently
whether he would always need the training band to become sexually aroused. The
possibility depressed him even more than the insidious effects of the plastic
cup. But the cup was gone and all that was left was a scrap of withered dark
skin to show where it had been.
"I bet I can get yours stiff," Aaron said teasingly.
"It's okay," Daniele answered abruptly. "I don't mind. I guess I'm finding out
what it's like to be a neuter. It's not very nice."
There was a long silence that lasted until the first light of dawn. Aaron
continued to rub his penis back and forth across Daniele's compact groin,
trying to arouse him but without success. The pleasure was anything but
mutual. Strangely, even though Daniele could detect little difference in the
feeling in his scrotum, he did not undergo the same urgent thrill that he had
experienced with other boys. It felt much as he remembered it, a warm glow, a
comforting tickle. He had a vague thought that it might be different if only
Dustin was doing it instead.
"Do you want to do it?" Aaron asked in a sudden anxious rush.
"Do what?" Daniele said sleepily. He had been dozing, content to let his
friend do whatever he wanted in order to pleasure himself.
"You know...."
It was obvious what Aaron was talking about. It was what Connor and Tyler had
been doing. They had stopped moving, leaving the impression that they had gone
back to sleep. Yet, intuition or some ingrained instinct, said that sleep
would not come easily after what they had been doing.
"What the men were doing in the video?" Daniele returned awkwardly.
At that very moment, he had been thinking about doing that, but not with
Aaron. Would Dustin do that with him? The idea of having Dustin's penis inside
his body was enticing. It was supposed to be that way, at least according to
what the counselor said. Doing it was all that neuters were good for.
"Yeah." Suddenly, Aaron sounded unusually confident. "You want to do it?"
"In general,.... Or with you?"
Daniele couldn't help smiling. Dustin said that there was always a funny side
to even the worst situations. You just had to look to find it.
"Um, with me, I suppose.... Well,... do you?" Aaron asked seriously.
"Do you want to?" Daniele asked uncertainly.
His amusement was gone again. He should have been excited. Just the thought of
touching Aaron's pale body should have been enough to make his heart begin to
beat faster. Now, he was unsure of what he wanted. He was afraid.
"Do it with you, you mean?" Aaron giggled nervously as he realized just how
close he was to fulfilling his nearly two-year-long desire.
"I guess so. Unless you plan on doing it with Hart," Daniele joked feebly.
"He'd probably be able to get his up your ass by now, but I don't think he
likes boys."
"Duh,... The only person he likes is himself." Aaron paused. "I haven't
before,... you know."
"Me either."
"I always wanted to,.... not with Jakie though. I know it'll be fun," Aaron
said hopefully. "I'd really like to," he added in a rush.
"Now?"
"We could if we wanted. Everyone's still asleep," Aaron replied boldly.
There was still a good chance that at least two other boys were very much
awake, even if they were not making a sound, but Daniele could see no point in
reminding Aaron of that.
"I,... You really want to do it?... With me?" Daniele whispered, increasingly
hesitant.
"Uh huh. Don't you?"
"Do you think it hurts?" His voice always went up a full octave when he was
nervous. Now, it seemed to be even higher pitched, ending with a squeak.
"I'm not THAT big." Aaron giggled as he emphasized `that'. It sounded so funny
that Daniele had to smile. "Anyway, after what Hart did to you...." he added
seriously.
"Yeah, I guess it's pretty big inside me now," Daniele said with a sigh.
He could feel it, thick and powerful like a man, pressing upward into his
bowels. The worst part was at the end. It was like a huge unyielding ball,
stretching his sphincter. Strangely, he could not object to it being there,
only to the manner of how it got there. It almost felt natural, as if it was
supposed to be there. He wondered whether that was what Dustin meant when he
said that was how it was supposed to be when you loved someone. You wanted to
be joined to them, and for two males, it was the only way to achieve union.
"Mine feels kind of nice, but the one he put in you was way bigger," Aaron
said. "I didn't think it was going to fit."
"It didn't," Daniele said ruefully. "It hurt something awful at first, Aaron,
but it doesn't even feel tight any more. You could probably stick a baseball
bat up me and I wouldn't notice it."
"You don't have to, Web, not if you don't want to," Aaron offered unwillingly.
Daniele sighed sadly. Only a few days earlier he would have felt differently.
He liked Aaron. Now, he did not want to have sex, at least not with another
boy. However, it was very apparent that Aaron did. Perhaps it was different
with the ultrasound treatment? And of course, Aaron had received a different
skin-patch, blue instead of pale-pink. At least one of them could be happy.
"It's okay. I hope you know what you're doing stud, because I sure don't."
Aaron grinned. "I think I can figure it out. How difficult can it be to stick
your dick in another guy's butt?"
Daniele shrugged remotely, no longer finding humor. Once he had learned from
the book what was possible between two boys, he wanted to do it so badly that
at times it was all he could think of. He had dreamed of doing it, of putting
his penis inside a little boy's bottom, and keeping it there through the long
hours of night.
"I guess I'd better take the plug thing out first," Daniele suggested.
"No shit!"
"There had better not be."
They giggled nervously.
"Do you think it gets dirty?" Aaron asked awkwardly.
Daniele shuddered at the thought. It only stood to reason that might happen.
Was there always feces in the rectum, or only when you had to defecate?
"Here, let me do it," Aaron said with a sudden urgency. It was as if he could
no longer put off the inevitable act that would bind them as friends.
His hand moved to the Velcro strips that fastened the front and sides of
Daniele's nylon harness together. It sounded very loud as he carefully peeled
the loops away from the hooks. Daniele was certain they were heard, but Aaron
did not seem to care. He felt his friend's hand tugging on the straps. The
plug was embedded so deeply that it did not want to come out. It seemed to be
stuck, gripped inside the tight confines of Daniele's rectum.
"Push out, Web, while I pull on it," Aaron instructed proficiently. His father
had told him that sometimes getting it out could be even more difficult that
putting it in.
He held it tightly between his fingers, a difficult task given that it was
covered with a slippery film. Daniele took a deep breath and concentrated. He
pushed down, excreting with his sphincter, with the powerful muscles of his
belly, straining to get it out as Aaron pulled. It was ejected with a noisy
wet pop, sliding back between Daniele's buttocks. He should have felt relieved
that it was out, that his anus could begin the slow process of regaining more
normal dimensions, but instead he regretted its absence. It left a void inside
him and he found himself wanting it back more than seemed humanly possible. He
felt empty. He reached behind him, finding the thick plug on the sheet where
Aaron had left it. His fingers closed around it. It was surprisingly hot, 98.6
degrees, like the inside of his body. He held it, resentful of the thing that
had stolen his virginity, yet wanting very much to return it where it
belonged. By then, Aaron's fingers had found their way between his buttocks,
playing in the messy lubricant and the slime that had been expelled along with
the plug.
"Man, your hole is huge, Web," Aaron muttered in disbelief.
"Duh. What did you expect?"
Daniele realized that he sounded bitter. He knew he was hurting the other
boy's feelings, but he resented that he had been singled out for Hart's cruel
pleasure. The events of the previous night had been an ordeal that he would
never forget.
"You sure you want me to do this?"
Daniele shrugged in response. He didn't want Aaron to do anything except leave
him alone, but he was not about to say that. He fingered the slippery plug. It
had seemed so much bigger when he had first seen it. It was almost as if it
had shrunk during the night.
"Just do it, okay."
"Lie on your side,... like last night,...."
Aaron's voice trembled with excitement for good reason. For two years he had
worshipped the Eurasian boy from afar, whenever he saw him at school. Although
he would never admit it, he was in love with the seemingly unattainable,
quixotic Daniele Webster. There were times that he pretended that his younger
brother was Daniele, but he was dark-eyed and sensuous, and indescribably
beautiful; everything that Jakie was not. He was nervous with anticipation of
doing what he had fantasized about ever since he had first set eyes on him,
the boy who had only in the last few days become his closest friend.
"You want me to take yours out?" Daniele asked uncertainly.
"No,..." Aaron whispered back. "It's okay. I like how it feels."
He wriggled closer, using one hand to part the other boy's buttocks, the other
hand to guide his penis into the narrow crack that was exposed. Daniele lay
quietly, submissive, waiting. He could smell his feces in the mucus that
coated the upper half of the plug, although there was no sign of anything. It
looked clean, only a dull wet sheen in the faint light. He brought it closer
to his nose, keeping it away from his pillow. The counselor had said it would
become his favorite toy. The hot blunt tip slide of Aaron's penis along
Daniele's crevice, searching for the opening. It was easily found. Daniele
felt him there, a warm pressure, surging as it burrowed deeper into his gaping
anus. The glans pierced him without warning, the circumcised ridge passing
swiftly through the opening, beyond his inner sanctum and into the cavity
beyond.
"Oh yeah," Aaron sighed longingly. "It feels so fucking good."
Daniele did not answer. It had been easy, far too easy. He had expected it to
hurt. Deep inside, he wanted it to hurt, because pedophiles hurt boys when
they did that to them. He tensed and tasted bile, and thought about the
instant numbing agony whenever the counselor pressed the button on the
transmitter. It happened whenever he dared to think or fantasize about other
boys. He could feel the thing moving further inside him, slowly pushing into
him with little jerks. He relaxed his muscles the way that Hart had wanted him
to relax earlier, but he had been unable to do to the counselor's
satisfaction. He breathed slowly, trying so hard not to think of it as another
boy's penis. Not that, because if he did, the electric shocks would begin
again. It seemed as if Aaron's penis was getting bigger, at least that was how
it felt. It felt big like the plug he held in his hand, but it was not
hurting, not even a twinge, just a gentle pressure and the sensation of
something expanding inside him, filling the void back up again.
"Oh Web, it's so fucking hot."
Aaron almost never cursed or used foul language, not like some of the boys who
cussed interminably when adults were not around. Daniele concentrated and
thought about Dustin, although any man would have served the purpose of
diverting his thoughts away from little boys. Dustin, who said that he had
once done the same thing to another boy. Dustin, who would probably do it with
Daniele too, if he said he wanted to, because he loved him. Dustin's penis
would be huge, like the plug, or even larger. It was definitely much larger
than Aaron's penis.
"It's in all the way," he heard Aaron mutter from behind him.
Aaron stayed motionless, basking in the intense satisfaction that came from
penetration. It was even more fulfilling because he was with Daniele, actually
inside him, contained by that beautiful body that he had longed to touch ever
since he had first seen Daniele at school.
"Oh Daniele," he sighed as the loose sphincter quivered around his engorged
member. "Oh,.... That feels so nice."
He sighed again and cautiously eased back so that his penis, now throbbing
with a life of its own, slowly withdrew through the weakened canal. Daniele
was tender there, yet the muscle instinctively grasped, tightening around the
other boy's sex organ. It was tight enough that Aaron groaned softly. He took
a deep breath and repeated the exercise, savoring the stimulation, the sense
of power that came from the manly act.
On the third thrust, he pulled back too far and his erection slipped out of
its warm abode, slapping wetly against Daniele's upper buttock as it escaped.
He hurried to reinsert it, his hands shaking with excitement. It stabbed back
into Daniele, quickly regaining lost territory. The same thing happened on the
next inept thrust. Daniele's anus seemed to be loosening with every plunge.
With growing frustration, he regained possession.
"Sorry,... can't fucking help it" he muttered. He was almost incoherent with
lust.
Daniele barely nodded. He wanted it to be over. The thing inside was hot, as
hard and demanding as the plug and been, unbelievably slippery. It felt so
much bigger than his finger. He could feel it, swelling and pulsing in erratic
waves, stroking deep into his bowels, yet his mind was on other things. The
apprehension was more than enough to stifle any pleasure.
Aaron's thrusting was unpredictable. Like any inexperienced lover, he served
his own needs first and foremost, oblivious to his partner. He pumped against
Daniele's buttocks, no longer caring that the sound of wet sucking flesh could
be heard across the room. He was close to achieving climax, the dry pulsing
climax of a sexually immature boy. He could feel it building up, the familiar
pressure forming in his testicles despite their squishiness. Doctor Sutton had
told him that he would still have orgasms, eventually wet ones when the
hormone replacements had caused his prostate gland to develop sufficiently.
The only change, and one that he would never notice, was the legally required
absence of sperm in the fluid he expelled. It was a lot better than the other
options that left a boy with nothing at all, or so little that the difference
was not worth disputing.
Daniele barely heard a giggle from across the room. With his eyes closed he
did not realize that it was now light enough in the cabin for other boys to
see what was happening in his bed. Even though the sheet covered their naked
bodies, their positions and the movement underneath was more than enough to
communicate what was occurring to anyone who happened to be looking in their
direction.
Aaron should have stopped when he heard the muffled whispers. He should have
extricated his penis from Daniele's slick, oozing rectum. Instead, he
continued in his eager prodding, lunging faster as he came ever closer to
satisfying his desire. He was so close that he could feel it building,
preparing to overwhelm him. Just a few seconds more, a few more thrusts.
Faster. Harder. He gasped, ramming his penis so deeply that his pubis was
squashed into Daniele's crack. His scrotum knotted so tightly that the
misshapen form of his testicles was all but gone from sight. His penis jerked
abruptly, and he shuddered as the spasms began. There was another frenzied
jerk, and although nothing was ejaculated, it felt exactly as if it had been.
Then pulsing, half-a-dozen rapid-fire throbs throughout the short length of
the rigid shaft. Aaron whimpered, exhausting his passion inside Daniele for
the first and last time. He gasped for breath, suddenly very aware of the
silence, a silence that was interrupted only by the pounding of his heart, his
urgent gasps. His penis ached as he cautiously removed it, not with the
uncomfortable tenderness he experienced when he and Jakie sucked each other's
penises and he could take no more of his brother's tantalizing mouth, but from
knowing Daniele had been unwilling from the outset. He should have been
exhilarated, filled with the sense of success that came from achieving
something that he had always desired. Instead, he was unhappy, as unhappy as
the boy in front of him. Not that he'd hurt his friend, because he had not. It
would have been impossible because overnight the massive dildo had stretched
Daniele's anus until it would never be the same. It was more than large enough
to accommodate a boy's slim penis, almost large enough for an average-sized
man.
Like Daniele, Aaron was unsatisfied. He was left with the depressing
realization that even with his mushy testicles, he had finally become a NICE
Boy. Both of them had been cheated of the pleasure that Nature intended for
them.
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The Worst Day of my ife | GAY, TESTICLES, MINOR | This is a work of fiction. It is NOT autobiographical (after all, it takes place 124 years ago !)All characters, places, and events are fictional and any resemblance to actual persons, places, or events is purely coincidental.A teenager is caught by his father in the act of buggering a friend. His father takes him to the insane asylum where the Superintendent suggests that he be castrated instead. | Tuesday, July 17, 1883 was the worst day of my life. I had had no premonition
of disaster. In the morning, Mrs. Wilberforce had stopped at the house at
10:00 in her carriage to take Mother to a meeting of the ladies of the church.
Father, of course, was at the office. It was the upstairs maid's day off. All-
in-all, it was a perfect opportunity for me and my friend, Sidney, to meet in
my bedroom for some fun.
I had no inkling that Father had left some important papers in the library,
immediately adjacent to my bedroom. Probably because, at the time, Sidney and
I were occupied with kissing and fondling each other's privates, I did not
hear Father's buggy enter the yard, nor him come upstairs.
Inasmuch as there ought to have been no one upstairs but us, Sidney and I were
taking no pains to be quiet. By the time he had located the papers and placed
them in his brief case, the sounds which Father heard proceeding from my
bedroom were of an unmistakeably sexual nature: heavy breathing, moaning,
sighing. I was , by then, buggering Sidney and, Father, upon pushing open the
door uninvited and without knocking, beheld us both with our trousers and
underpants down around our ankles. I had seven inches of rigid flesh firmly
ensconced in Sidney's rectum.
We had been caught in flagrante delicto, very flagrante, indeed. Father
shouted "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE ! ? Sidney screamed; I gasped.
"Er, I'm....afraid... it's... self-evident...sir." I stammered. I had never
seen Sidney move so fast. He pulled up his pants and underpants, darted around
Father, and ran down the stairs, taking them three at a time from the sound of
it. "Well, Everett, what do you have to say for yourself ?" asked Father in a
menacing tone. "Er....nothing....sir." was the best I could manage.
Father's face turned a very unbecoming shade of purple and he growled at me
"Go into the bathroom and wash your private parts. Then meet me here." After I
had done so, he motioned me down the stairs and, as he followed me, said "Go
out and get into the buggy." I did, and I did not ask him where we were going.
As we turned away from downtown and toward the outskirts of town, I began to
wonder just where we could be going.
Dobbin would not be hurried and so, some twenty minutes elapsed before I came
to a horrible realization of our destination. The buggy slowed and turned into
a wrought-iron gate in a high brick wall surrounding several buildings. The
sign over the gate read "State Hospital and Asylum for the Insane", Father
gave his name to the gate-keeper and added "I am delivering a prospective
inmate to be committed." I felt faint and made no outcry or comment, so
shocked was I by this turn of events.
There was a sign over a door reading "Admissions". Father stopped the buggy
there and, as I alighted, took me by the shoulder and hustled me in through
the door. He asked the first person we met "Where will I find the
Superintendent ?" The man replied "Second door on the right." Stencilled on
the glass of the door was "Jeremiah L. Cunningham, Superintendent."
I could still not believe that Father was committing me to the insane asylum
for what I'd done with Sidney. We entered the office without knocking. The man
at the desk, presumably Mr. Cunningham, looked up with a trace of annoyance on
his face. Father introduced us. "I am Darius Hawthorne and this", he said in a
tone of utter disgust. "is, unfortunately, my son, Everett. I have come here
to commit him."
Mr. Cunningham regarded me with professional detachment and asked "For what ?"
Father replied "For sodomy. I caught him in the act this morning with a young
man whom I take to be somewhat younger than he." Mr. Cunningham considerd the
matter for a moment and inquired "Do I assume correctly, then, that your son
is a minor ?" Father nodded. "He was nineteen four days ago."
Mr. Cunningham motioned us to a couple of chairs. "You are, of course, within
your rights to commit him for sodomy. However, I beg leave to propose an
alternative. You may not have considered all of the ramifications of
commitment. First, bear in mind that it is a matter of public record and that
there is a certain stigma attached to it.
If you were to attempt to keep the fact secret, you would soon find that you
had woven a tangled web. His absence would have to be accounted for and there
would always be the possibility that someone who knows you might visit this
institution and see him here.
If he were committed here for sodomy, I should be obliged to have him
castrated as soon as possible for the protection of the other inmates. It is
that which I would propose as an alternative to commitment. If he were
castrated, he would soon become impotent and, therefore incapable of
committing sodomy and the desire to do so would be eradicated or very greatly
reduced."
Father pondered Mr. Cunningham's words for a few minutes and then inquired.
"Who performs your castrations ? Mr. Cunningham answered. "Dr. Peter O.
Phillips. His office is in the city. I'll write out his address for you. Dr.
Phillips' practise is limited to injuries and disorders of the male generative
organs, such as onanism, spermatorrhea, priapism, satyriasis, and sodomy ."
Mr. Cunningham handed Father a slip of paper bearing Dr. Phillips' address,
and Father said "Thank you, Mr. Cunningham. I shall take your advice. I can
see that this is a better solution to the problem than commitment." Father and
Mr. Cunningham shook hands and we left.
At Dobbins' leisurely pace, the trip from the asylum to Dr. Phillips' office
consumed nearly forty minutes . When we entered Dr. Phillips' waiting room,
there were, of course, others there before us. At the far end of the room,
beside a doorway, a young man sat at a small table on which were stacked
pasteboard cards bearing numbers. As Father approached, he handed Father a
card bearing the number 14 and said "When Dr. Phillips calls your number, you
may enter his office."
We seated ourselves on an overstuffed love seat and waited.
Not wanting to think about what was about to happen to me, I occupied my mind
by observing the other men in the waiting room and speculating about their
cases. On a sofa directly across from us were two men and a terrified-looking
boy of about 14. One of the men was obviously the boy's father and the other
was equally obviously not. He looked mad enough to chew railroad spikes and
spit rust. I suspected that he was the father of some younger child whom the
boy had molested.
To their left (my right) in a Queen Anne chair sat a young fellow about my
age, bent over and holding his groin with both hands, His face was greenish
with nausea and wrung with pain. I guessed that he'd gotten hit in the
privates very hard. To the trio's right, a young man sat in a straight-backed
armless chair. He appeared very nervous and haggard. He seemed to be trying to
hide an erection, and I'd bet dollars to doughnuts that he played with himself
too much.
As the three on the couch were obviously together, there were really only
three patients ahead of us . I'm not sure if I'd have preferred more so as to
keep my manhood a while longer [for what ?] or less to get it over sooner. The
door beside the young man at the table opened and a round head with a young-
looking face, but grey hair, poked through it and sang out "Eleven."
The young man who was holding his groin and moaning from time to time got up,
bent double and lurched into Dr. Phillips' office, retching and trying to keep
from vomiting. After about a quarter of an hour, the door opened again and Dr.
Phillips called out "Twelve" in a high tenor voice, slightly lower than a
woman's voice. The three on the couch rose and filed in. The boy was shaking
uncontrollably.
Although the wall and door were very thick, after a few minutes a shouting
match started which even the wall and door couldn't muffle completely. One
voice was unmistakeably Dr. Phillips' operatic tenor and the other was a
rumbling bass. Suddenly the door flew open and Dr. Phillips shouted "Get the
HELL out of my office ! When I want you, I'll call you." He pushed the angry
man through the doorway and slammed the door.
The angry man's face was livid and he was seething with rage. He was a big
bull of a man and I certainly wouldn't have had the courage to shove him out
of an office.
Over a half-hour later, the door opened again and Dr. Phillips handed the man
a paper sack which seemed to contain something round, like a jar. "Here is
what you wanted. Goodbye." snarled Dr. Phillips. Then in a softer and
friendlier tone he called out "Thirteen".
The nervous, haggard, young man jumped up, then shuddered, blushed, and softly
muttered "damn". I could smell semen as he walked to Dr. Phillips' office. So,
he not only masturbated too much, he had spermatorrhea. I wondered how Dr.
Phillips would treat that. I also wondered what had been in the jar in the
sack, though I had a terrible suspicion that I knew.
It was another half hour before Dr. Phillips reappeared. In the mean time, two
other patients had arrived, nos. 15 and 16. No. 15 was the prissiest nance I
had ever seen. He minced into the room , hips swaying and behind bouncing like
woman's. He was in his early 20's and accompanied by a man about twice his
age, not obviously related to him. Though the day was hot, no. 16 came in
wearing a greatcoat which he did not remove. When he sat down, the coat seemed
to stand up in front and I wondered if he had a bone-on which wouldn't go
down.
I was speculating about this when Dr. Phillips called for no. fourteen, my
number. Father and I entered his sanctum sanctorum, an oak-panelled office
with comfortable leather-upholstered chairs. Dr. Phillips sat behind a huge,
double-pedestal, mahogany executive desk. Father spoke first. "I am Darius
Hawthorne and this, regrettably, is my son, Everett. I surprised him this
morning performing sodomy on the person of a somewhat younger friend of his. I
wish to have him castrated."
Dr. Phillips nodded sagely and then replied "I'd like to discuss his aberrant
sexual practises with him, Mr. Hawthorne, and I think that he would be likely
to be more candid if you were not present. Would you mind retiring to the
waiting room while we talk ?" Father seemed to consider this quite reasonable,
as he replied "No, not at all. I can certainly understand his reluctance to
discuss such a matter before his father." He rose and left us alone to confer.
"Now then, Everett, is this this the first time that you have indulgd in
sodomy with this young man ? " I answered, "No sir, we've been doing it about
once a week when I'm home from school and from college for the past four or
five years." Dr. Phllips thought for a moment and asked "What are your present
ages?" "I'm nineteen and Sidney is eighteen."
"Do you always take the male or dominant role, or do you submit to sodomy also
?" I hesitated a moment and then said "I usually don't take his male organ per
rectum, but rather per orem. I prefer to suck his member and swallow his
semen." Dr. Phillips asked "When you ingest his semen, do you ejaculate even
though your own membrum virile is not being stimulated ? " "Sometimes, but,
more often, I masturbate while I suck his member." Dr. Phillips considered
this for a moment and then asked "Does Sidney ever suck your member ?" I shook
my head and said "Seldom. He hates the taste of semen."
Dr. Phillips nodded and then said "I have only one more question: Have you
ever derived pleasure from being sodomised ?" I nodded. "Yes, but it wasn't by
Sidney. It was in college. I got an erection while watching an athlete, a
junior, exercising. He noticed it and asked me if I 'take it up the ass'. I
admitted that I do sometimes. I let him do it and I thought my semen would
never stop flowing.
"You may be interested in knowing that that is a pleasure which you can
continue to enjoy even after castration. In the Middle East, it is sometimes
called 'the eunuch's delight.' You can also derive some pleasure, though not
as much as before, from masturbation. Of course, you will not be able to
ejaculate, having nothing to ejaculate. The rest of what we have to discuss
your father can hear."
Dr. Phillips called Father back into the office and explained to us what
effects to expect from my castration. "The sexual effects of castration, which
concern us most at the moment, are so well known as not to need to be
belaboured. With a few weeks, Everett will become completely impotent and,
therefore incapable of committing sodomy. At the same time, his unnatural lust
will be nearly eradicated. At the very least, it will be reduced by about 95%,
and, therefore, essentially negligible.
There are, however, secondary or collateral physiological effects which are
less commonly known. I shall deal with them cap ŕ pie, that is from head to
toe. Everett, you will never become bald. To your dying day you will have a
full thick head of hair. In a few weeks, you will no longer need to shave.
Your body hair, that is the hair on your legs, abdomen, and chest will fall
out. Your pubic hair will become sparse, soft, and straight . If you retain
any hair in your armpits, it too will be sparse and soft.
Nota bene, your voice will NOT change. The baby fat, which you lost at the
onset of puberty, will return, softening the contours of your body. There is
about a 50% chance that you might develop small breasts. You will lose about
one-half of your muscular strength. If you can lift, say, 60 pounds now, after
castration you will be able to lift only about 30 pounds. The difference in
strength between a man and a woman comes from his testicles.
There will also be subtle changes in your personality. Masculine traits such
as assertiveness, competetiveness, and aggressiveness will be notably reduced.
You will tend to be rather more submissive than dominant.
The immediate effects of the operation are those which must most concern us at
the moment. Upon your return to your home, you must have a full week of bed
rest, leaving your bed only for calls of nature. Take your meals in bed. Until
the stitches are removed, two weeks from now, take only sponge baths. Avoid
getting the dressings wet. After the stitches have been removed, you may
resume taking tub baths.
For a month after the operation you must refrain from strenuous exertion: no
running, jumping, dancing, wrestling, climbing, sports such as baseball,
football, basket-ball, tennis, golf, and ESPECIALLY no horseback riding or
bicycle riding.
Now, unless you have questions, it is time for the surgery."
After all that preliminary discussion, the surgery itself was almost an
anticlimax. As instructed, I walked into the operating room while Father
remained in Dr. Phillips' office, removed all of my clothes and underclothes,
and lay down on the operating table. Dr. Phillips came in wearing a smock like
an artist's smock, and washed his hands very thoroughly, remarking "Not only
is cleanliness next to godliness, but it helps prevent inflammation and post
surgical fever and aids healing."
He wetted a cloth with carbolated alcohol and washed off my scrotum with it.
Then he dipped the needle of a large hypodermic syringe into carbolic acid and
washed it off with carbolated alcohol. He filled the syringe with a cloudy
solution and told me "This is a solution of cocaine. It will numb your scrotum
and spermatic cords. I prefer not to use general anćsthesia with ćther or
chloroform, both of which can leave the patient stupified and nauseated for
hours afterward. Once the cocaine has taken effect, you will feel nothing
while I operate."
He then injected the cocaine solution into my scrotum in four places and
waited for a few minutes. He pinched my scrotum and asked me if I felt it. I
assured him that I did not. Then he thrusted the needle through my scrotum
into each of my spermatic cords in turn. The initial piercing of the cord by
the needle was intensely and nauseatingly painful, but the sensation died away
very rapidly.
Then, Dr. Phillips dipped a scalpel into carbolic acid, shook it dry and made
two incisions lengthwise in my scrotum, one over each testicle. He drew out
each testicle, clamped the cord with a hćmostat, and severed it. It was over
before I realized it. The significance of what had just happened then struck
me. I was castrated. I was no longer male. I was a eunuch.
I had intended to be stoical, but I was suddenly overcome with grief at my
loss and bursted into tears. "I'm sorry, Doctor." I said between sobs. "Don't
be" he replied." To a young man, this is a devastating loss, though, in
reality, it is not as important as you imagine it to be." I was not to be
consoled that easily. "But, don't you consider me to be less than a man, now
?" I inquired. "Not really,"replied Dr. Phillips. "I know better."
Dr. Phillips tied a loop of bleached silken thread about each cord, as tightly
as he might. Then he heated a small cautery in the flame of a Bunsen burner
and cauterised the very end of the severed cord. "This is probably redundant,"
he commented, "but it is 'better to be safe than sorry'. " Then he stitched up
the incisions in my empty scrotum and covered them with a gauze pad secured
with spirit gum,as a dressing. "I shall visit your home every third day to
change the dressings until I am ready to remove the stitches" he promised.
After I had dressed, I re-joined Father and Dr. Phillips in his office, where,
I presume that Father had paid him. Dr. Phillips let us out through another
door than the one by which we had entered and we drove home. We did not talk.
I am sure that Father realized that I was in no mood for conversation. Mother
was home when we returned and wondered where we had been. Father told her that
he would explain later.
I went directly to bed, and, now alone, wept my heart out. My future looked
bleak, though Dr. Phillips had assured me that I could enjoy submitting to
sodomy and could get some pleasure from masturbation. Maybe, I could hide my
condition from my friends and my classmates at Calvinist University, though it
wouldn't be easy, especially if , as might occur, I should grow breasts.
If I lost interest in sex, as I was supposed to, what would or could take its
place. Wouldn't life be very empty without it ? Did this mean that I would
never know love, not even that of another male ?
If some of my associates did discover my condition, what sort of plausible
excuse could I give for losing my balls ? Granted, there are plenty of
disastrous accidents which can befall a young fellow. But, I'd better think up
a good one, get my story straight, and stick to it.
These thoughts plagued my every waking hour while by body became soft, weak,
hairless and plump and I looked more like a boy, or even a young woman, than I
did like a young man. Once I was up and about, I became acutely aware of the
emptiness between my thighs. I had never been consciously aware of my balls
before I lost them. But, I realised that that emptiness would always remind me
of what I had lost.
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Castration Van Detour | STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES | Susan is a young prison guard who drives a van between her local prison and the Ravenham Castration facility. Traffic is usually heavy and the journey can take up to 3 hours. Today a fuel protest strike has cleared a lot of drivers off the road, leaving a clear run for her and her one and only prisoner today. She finds a secluded lay-by in the English country-side and finds she has a couple of hours to waste. She\'s curious about the prisoner in the back of the van on his way to a judicial castration session. | ` Susan could carry up to 12 prisoners in the back of her van. Today she had
one. She knew he would be safely trussed upright in one of the 12 small
cubicles, wearing only prison shorts and a ball gag to keep his mouth shut. It
was a hot day and it was cooler in the back of the large van, which was almost
classed as a truck. She decided to take her extended break in the back where
it was cooler, because Susan was feeling 'hot'. She didn't know why, it was
just one of those days when she felt a little sexy. Maybe she would take a
'peek at the meat'. Susan was wearing her prison guard uniform of tight grey
trousers which hugged her pert round bottom, and a white blouse. She wore her
red hair short like a boy. She was sporty and fit, her figure was 'just
right', a lot of men would say. She was a little nervous as she approached the
prisoners cubicle, and unsnapped the big padlock on his door. She swung open
the door to reveal the prisoner. `
Susan liked what she saw, a tall six foot man, athletic after a lifetime of
crime she imagined. There was only a number above him '4573981' - no name, who
cares she thought - he's a sex offender. She wanted to take a look at his
'packet' which was filling out his shorts very nicely. He was cuffed and
tightly spread-eagled against the wall of the van - he was pretty much
helpless she thought and she could do anything she wanted with him. His eyes
bulged as he wondered what was going on - he could say nothing with his gag
in. Susan eased the shorts down, fortunately the elastic allowed her to do so
until the shorts were under his manhood which all hung down vulnerably. She
took hold of the cock and gently pulled on it - it was big and heavy.
Surprisingly it began to erect - didn't he know where he was going - to the
Ravenham Castration facility. She asked him if he knew, he nodded, but the
cock kept growing in her hand. Suddenly it was fully erect and throbbing and
almost touching her! God, it seemed so huge! She asked if he knew that it was
probably his last erection, he nodded with a pained expression. She continued
to tell him that the girls at Ravenham were known for being very cruel indeed
and that any sign of erections before the castration would bring Dr Lucy
Curtiss herself down on them. She knew how to deal with hard-ons in ways as
cruel as only a Doctor knows....
She was turning herself on now, and sank to her knees and began licking at the
big flesh lollipop. It jerked and twitched and the purplish head grew shiny
and hard. Susan took the head into her hot mouth to hold it while she took off
her blouse and then her bra. The prisoner stared at the pert lily white mounds
bouncing this way and that as she did so. She stood up taking care to let one
of her mounds push against his straining rod , causing it to waggle to her
amusement. She then proceeded to drop her uniform trousers and then her tiny
white knickers to reveal her shaven sex lips! Nearly all the girls shaved
these days - it was a fashion thing. He could tell she was excited down there
and he could smell it too - she smelt of sex! She stepped out of her trousers
to appear totally naked before him, then turned around to present her perfect
pert white bottom to his gaze. She gripped the door frame and then pushed her
bottom up against his throbbing cock so that it went upover between her bottom
cheeks - in the groove without penetrating her in any way. Susan loved to
tease almost more than sex itself. She started to frig herself while his hard-
on was jostled between her perfect cheeks. As she did so she asked him how it
felt to know that he was going to his castration soon, and that SHE was taking
him there. He could only moan in reply. Feelings of erotic power swept through
her. She alternated her position by allowing his cock to go between her legs
so that it projected out immediately below her now very wet pussy,
occasionally closing her thighs to 'trap it' there - like an animal caught in
a snare. An animal that wants to be caught. She grabbed at the balls and told
him she would like to castrate him herself, 'right then and there'. She noted
that the cock just seemed to get harder and bigger than ever if that was
possible. At one point, with his cock between her cheeks, she threatened to
pull his balls clean off - stretching them out as she said so. She played with
him for quite some time, occasionally kneeling down again, and threatening to
bite his balls off - then taking them into her mouth to reinforce her threat.
It was quite a sight, his balls in her mouth, her eyes looking up into his -
and his massive cock throbbing above her face. She even took his cock into her
mouth after threatening to bite off his 'Bobby's Helmet' as she called his
plum. He could feel her teeth behind his plum as her tongue lapped at it
teasingly and he felt he could come anytime soon - only his fear stopped him.
Susan was close to her crescendo herself. She wanted to fuck him there and
then against the wall of his cubicle - but no way was she going to let a sex-
offender fuck her!! She slid up his body and keeping his cock upover and
unable to penetrate her, pushed her hot slippery sex-lips against his hard-on
and worked herself on him like that. She was getting off on teasing him as
well, and she wanted to tease the fuck out of this bastard before he got
'nutted' by the girls at Ravenham. She let the big cock slip down and let his
bulging plum press up against her very 'entrance'. She worked him there, it
felt so good. "God, I'd love to let you in you bastard, but I'm not going to
let you, you filthy sex-offender bastard. I'm going to enjoy dropping you off
at Ravenham, and I'm going to enjoy knowing they're going to cut your balls
clean off.!" Susan was working herself up to coming. All the while the
prisoner's cock head was being jostled against her hot honeyed entrance, at
such an angle that penetration was impossible - though it was if she was
trying to force his cock-head into her - and it was almost painful to him. Her
breasts kept pushing against his chest, her excited nipples stabbing at him
insistently. Suddenly and without warning, he shot massively against the very
entrance of her femininity. She reacted with amazing speed. "NO!" she
exclaimed, quickly pulling away as another gout of his come lashed against her
hot sex-lips. Her actions were fast and decisive, driven by two things. She
was horrified that this vermin sex-offender dared to come on her, and also by
the fact that her orgasm had been denied! As she moved away his cock sprang
back up, and she grabbed his shorts and pulled them away exposing his balls
fully as she moved her knee between his helplessly spread legs. In those
moments he knew what was going to happen - but he was still coming! He watched
her pert white breasts bouncing as she positioned herself - and another thick
hot gout of come jerked against her flat stomach as her athletic young body
delivered a sudden body jarring knee to his unprotected testicles.
"Gnnnnnnhhhh!" he roared into his gag. Again and again she knee'd those balls
- realising only later that she'd had a small come as she did so. She then
held the cock up against his stomach, and even while it was still hard and
erect and drooling come - she punched it with her fist again and again and
again!
When Susan had regained her composure, she cleaned up the come - on her most
private parts, her stomach, hands and even the floor of the cubicle, pulled up
the prisoners shorts over his battered manhood and decided that she would
'come clean' when she arrived at Ravenham. She decided that she would say that
the prisoner had been making a lot of noise in the back and that she gone to
see 'what his problem was'. She decided to say that she had been angry to see
that he was 'obviously excited' by her and had lost control and knocked him
around a little. She couldn't say nothing - that was for sure - and she had to
hope this wouldn't jepoardise her job.
Postscript:- Dr Lucy Curtiss spoke to Susan at the Ravenham Castration
facility and not only excused Susan's behaviour, but recognising a sadist when
she saw one, and invited her to watch the prisoner's castration! Dr Curtiss,
an attractive woman in her 30's decided to give Susan 'a show' - watch her
reaction and if suitable she would offer her a job at Ravenham. Dr Curtiss
made excuses for Susan at the Prison and invited her to lunch before the
castration. Susan was plied with wine, while the prisoner was allowed to
recuperate and given cocktails of drugs to ensure a good recovery and
'performance'. When Susan was taken into the castration chamber, she was
shocked to see the prisoner tied spread-eagled on a table, surrounded by young
women in a rather erotic looking uniform including tight-fitting hot-pants,
whilst the prisoner sported his now familiar massive hard-on. One of the girls
blurted out quite melodramatically, "I'm sorry Dr Curtiss, he got an erection
and we couldn't stop it. We've tried cold water." It was a charade of course -
the cocktail of aphrodisiacs had ensured his erection would stay strong and
hard.
Susan watched as Dr Curtiss moved between the prisoners legs and stood with
her hands on her hips and looked over her glasses at the erection which seemed
even bigger and harder than she had seen it in the back of the van! Susan
swore that she saw a glimpse of naked flesh between the buttons of the white
Doctor's coat. Susan also noted that the prisoner had been shaved and his
balls had been tied up and that a steel bowl lay between his spread legs. The
balls were tightly tied and seemed shiny with the tightness of the bonds. Dr
Curtiss seemed to be reprimanding the very cock itself as she lectured the
prisoner on his erection and how she would not stand for it, and that she knew
what to do about erections, that he wouldn't like it and so on. Susan was
shocked when Dr Curtiss got onto the table and straddled the prisoner in a
very commanding posture, with her arms either side of him and stared into his
eyes. His erection seemed to have disappeared under her Doctor's coat and if
she were naked it would undoubtedly have been touching her womanhood
directly.... She repeated her threats, "Do you know what I am capable of, and
do you know what I will do to you if you insist on being erect in my
facility!" Susan knew now that this was more than a castration, this was a
game of power and she wanted in on it. She saw Dr Curtiss rise and knew that
something was happening, WAS he going into her! She couldn't see everything,
girls were in the way, her Doctor's coat covered the 'action'. The pair
stiffened, the man's eyes bulged. Dr Curtiss continued her threats, "I could
have your balls taken now! Clarissa!" A lovely girl of no more than 19 moved
forward with a pair of scissors and the man stiffened again as he felt cold
steel around his balls. Dr Curtiss held up her hand, "If my hand drops, then
so do your balls - into the bowl. Get the cock down or I'll make it go down,
and by God man you're not going to like it!" With that Dr Curtiss seemed to
stiffen again, she exhaled slightly - had she come? "It's OK Clarissa," she
said and Clarissa moved the scissors away. Dr Curtiss seemed to 'disengage'
herself and moved back onto his legs. Susan now noted an unmistakeable wet
sheen on the reddenened cock which jutted up rock hard! Dr Curtiss continued,
"The reason you are erect is because you want to come - but if you dare to
come in MY PRESENCE your punishment will be extreme prisoner. Do I make myself
clear. Ladies!" At her command, the eight girls in the chamber took off their
tops to reveal a variety of naked breasts! Large, small, pert - but all sexy
to the prisoner's drugged condition - which left him in a surreal sexual
state, completely unable to grasp his situation. Susan felt obliged to follow
suit, what a day this was turning out to be. Dr Curtiss asked Angela to bring
her a Number 17 tool. Susan couldn't see what it was. Then she asked another
girl called Patricia to take the prisoner 'in hand'. Patricia had very large
full breasts for a young woman in her only her early 20's. To be taken 'in
hand' was code, Susan saw what it was when Patricia started to jack him! All
the while her big breasts bounced very close to the straining organ as Dr
Curtiss warned him not to stay erect, and certainly NOT to come. He was
surrounded by a sea of breasts as the girls crowded in to see, including their
guest Susan. There was a smell of sex in the room and the sound of the
prisoner moaning into his gag. Two of the girls pushed his head up, so he
could see everything, their breasts rested on his head. He started to moan
more in that sea of woman-flesh. Dr Curtiss warned him, "Don't you dare, don't
you dare!" whilst at the same time she opened her Doctor's coat to reveal her
nakedness! The prisoner saw her full breasts and her fashionably shaven sex-
lips, fuller and more womanly than Susan's. He also saw what appeared to be a
electric surgical saw in her right hand! Had the prisoner not been gagged he
would have begged and begged for mercy just then, yet Dr Curtiss had warned
him and she was not a woman of mercy - she was a man-hating sadist and he was
a sex-offender who was going to get his just desserts! It was too late for the
prisoner, he moaned again and then shot an almighty jerk of come into the air
which landed on Patricia's very large breasts, to the accompaniement of
delighted shrieks from many of the girls. Dr Curtiss said simply, "How DARE
you!" Her hand quickly replaced Patricia's on the ejaculating erection, she
pressed the start button on the electric saw which buzzed to life and placed
it above the prisoner's jerking plum - he was even coming onto the saw blade!
Susan's mouth was open, but not with horror - she wanted this to happen - he
was a sex-offender and it was right. Dr Curtiss pushed the electric saw down
onto the plum and pushed into it. She was slicing the whole cock in half from
the top to the bottom. It actually fell apart in two halves, still twitching
and trying to come still. Susan wondered if she was imagining it. She watched
as Dr Curtiss then cut it all off at the base and Patricia stemmed the blood
flow, and then Dr Curtiss sawed his balls completely off as Angela pulled on
them.
Susan fainted at the same time as the prisoner, and awoke to see Dr Curtiss.
"Do you want the job?" she later asked. "Oh yes!" came Susan's reply.
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Republica feminista 7a | STRAIGHT, MINOR | part 7 of the fictional story of an feministic society (written in german). what happened so far: the child urologist Doctora natascha di Pawlowa y las mercedes got aware in al little pyrenean village that the father of her youngest child died after his emasculation. Therefore she had to look for a foster dad for her baby. During a holiday day on the beach of Barcelona she met this one. due to the length this chapter is divided into 6 subparts | Nachdem Natascha mit ihrer Familie wieder in Barcelona zu Hause in der Passeig
de Gracia zurückgekehrt waren, herrschte zwischen ihr und ihrer ältesten
Tochter eisiges Schweigen für mehrere Wochen. Zwar hatte Katharina schon in
der Schule erfahren, daß die überwiegende Mehrzahl der Jungen noch vor dem 17.
Lebensjahr emaskuliert würde und auch die Folgen bei einigen ihrer
Schulkameraden begutachten können, doch welche Tortur und Verstümmelung die
Buben aus ihrer Klasse erleiden mußten, wurde ihr erst jetzt nach dem Treffen
mit den beiden Alten in Villa de las Putas bewußt. Ihre Empörung über die
Wahrheit zum Beruf ihrer Mutter wich im Laufe der Tage jedoch der Sorge, den
Vater ihres eigenen Sohnes Daniel zu finden, damit dieser bei der
Registrierung des Jungen beim Volksgesundheitsministerium als
Unterhaltspflichtiger dabei sein möge. So machte sich Katharina mit einem
Leihwagen nochmals auf ins jene Dorf am Fuße der Pyrenäen, ohne ihrer Mutter
zuvor was zu sagen. Ihr gegenüber hegten die Einheimischen dort keine Argwohn,
wenngleich Katharina sehr wohl merkte, daß dort nach wie vor intensiv nach der
dritten Person gefahndet wurde, welche an jenem unglückseligen Wintertag
zweieinhalb Jahre zuvor einen kleinen Jungen entmannt und dabei dessen Tod
verursacht hatte. Bei ihren Recherchen hatte sie den nun drei Jahre alten
Daniel dabei, welcher ihr vor allem Münder und Türen öffnete. Villa de las
Putas wurde dabei nur der Ausgangspunkt einer Odyssee durchs nordwestliche
Spanien. Anfang Juni bekam Natascha einen Anruf ihrer Ältesten aus Santiago de
Compostela. In höchsten Tönen der Freude erzählte sie ihr, daß sie ihren
Christian unweit von La Coruna gefunden habe und sie nun mit ihm zu seinen
Eltern nach Lisbona fahren würde. Und daß er lediglich beschnitten wurde und
äußerst erfreut darüber ist, einen Sohn zu haben, von dem er ja bis dahin
nichts hatte wissen können. Natascha erinnerte sich an jenen Sommertag, an dem
sie einen grade mal 13/14jährigen Blondschopf an ihre älteste Tochter
verkuppelt und sich selbst mit dessen noch jüngeren Gefährten vergnügt hatte.
17 Jahre müßte dieser Christian wohl bald werden. Schlagartig wurde ihr bei
all den euphorischen Klängen am anderen Ende der Leitung klar, daß ihre
Katharina wohl nicht mehr so bald, wenn überhaupt zurückkehren würde. Das, was
da aus dem Hörer plärrte, klang ihr zu sehr nach einer angekündigten Hochzeit.
Igitt! So was altmodisches machoartiges, wie dieser Brauch aus früheren
Jahrhunderten sollte nun ausgerechnet in ihrer Familie stattfinden. Womöglich
noch eine kirchliche Trauung!? So wie einst im katholischen Spanien. Das war
schon fast tausend Jahre her! Sie sollte mit ihren Ahnungen recht behalten. Im
Laufe der nächsten Wochen trudelten mehrere Briefe von Katharina ein. Sie
hatte mittlerweile nicht nur ihren Sohn in Lisbona registrieren lassen, und
kam ausgesprochen gut mit Christians Eltern vor allem dem zukünftigen
Schwiegerpapa aus, sondern hatte dort auch ihren Studienplatz hin verlegt. Mit
all dem begann sich Natascha langsam abzufinden, mehr Sorge bereitete ihr,
einen Ersatzvater für ihren Jüngsten zu finden, der im November auch sein
drittes Lebensjahr vollenden würde. Bis dahin mußten die Kinder registriert
werden, andernfalls könnten sie zur Organspende von der Straße weg requiriert
werden. Sie wußte nicht daß sich dieses Problem sehr schnell durch einige für
jdm anderen sehr unangenehme Ereignisse lösen würde.:
part 7,1
Es war der 13 July und ein heißer Sommersonntag. An jenem Sonntagvormittag
machten sie sich auf dem Weg zum Strand: Sie, ihre nun 12jährige Tochter
Tanja, die 6jährige Susi und im Kinderrolli schlummerte ihr kleiner Sohn
Pedro. Die gemischten Strände am Hafen von Barcelona waren proppevoll. So
fuhren sie mit den Rädern über mehrere Stunden die Promenade Richtung Norden
und bog an der Nordmole Richtung Wasser zum Sandstrand ein. Dort stiegen
Natascha und Tanja ab und schoben ihre Räder durch den weichen Sand weiter.
Pedro im Kinderwagen war wach geworden und wollte unbedingt raus laufen. Sie
hatten die Brandungszone erreicht wo der Boden naß und damit für den
Kinderanhänger und die Fahrräder zumindest so tragfähig wurde, daß diese
leicht zu schieben waren und die Kinder auch aufsitzen konnten.. Tanja wäre
auch sehr froh, gewesen die schwere Kühlbox auf ihrem Gepäckständer in Pedros
Kinderwagen abzuladen. Doch Natascha widersetzte sich und herrscht ihren Buben
barsch an. „Nein! Du bleibst drin sitzen! Hast du mich verstanden?!“ „Ich will
aber! Will nicht sitzenbleiben“ Der Junge fing an zu quengeln und stellte
seinem Anliegen durch lautes Flennen Nachdruck. „Mama! Laß ihn doch gehen. Ich
paß schon auf ihn auf und halt ihn fest, wenn er wegrennen will.“ flehte auch
Tanja. „Bitte Mama! Ich bin doch kein kleines Kind mehr. Leise rauschten die
Wellen heran und verjüngten sich bis sie nur noch als schmales Rinnsal zu
ihren Füßen hin und her schwappten. Das Ufer war flach und Pedro konnte auch
schon schwimmen, dennoch übergab Natascha nur zögernd ihren Jungen in die
Obhut ihrer 2. Tochter. Sie hatte ein ungutes Gefühl dabei. Nicht wegen der
Brandung und den Wellen; nicht weil Sie Angst hatte, Pedro könnte sich von
Tanja in seinem kindlichen Ungestüm losreißen und im Meer von der Strömung
fortgespült werden. Hier gab es keine gefährliche Strömung. Doch sie waren
schon einige hundert Meter barfuß den Strand entlang gelaufen und überall
spülten die Wellen Geschöpfe an den Strand, die Natascha insbesondere in ihrer
Eigenschaft als Kinderärztin ganz und gar nicht gefielen: Quallen! Besonders
die Staatsquallen auch portugiesische Staatsgaleere genannt konnte mit ihren
von Nesselzellen nur so strotzenden Tentakeln kleinen Kindern wie Pedro und
Susi binnen weniger Stunden den Tod bringen. Seit Wochen war es
außergewöhnlich warm. Natascha genoß es sichtlich oben ohne nur im Wickelrock
und offener Bluse bekleidet barfuß am Strand entlang zu laufen.
Auch Tanja hatte an diesem Tag außer einem weißen Unterkleid nichts an. Susi
und Pedro waren von einem Sonnenhütchen bzw. Windeln abgesehen ganz nackt.
Aber die Hitze hatte auch das Wasser erwärmt, zur Algen und Planktonblüte
geführt und mit dem Plankton die Quallen an die Oberfläche zum Strand geführt,
wo sie die Spritzwasserzone entlang zu hunderten an den Strand gespült wurden.
Das Gros waren harmlose Ohrenquallen oder Kompassquallen. Aber auch Leucht-,
Feuer- und Nesselquallen wurden in großen Mengen an den Strand gespült.
Vereinzelt waren auch hier und da die Überreste einer Staatsgaleere zu sehen.
Wirklich gefährlich werden konnten die Würfelquallen, zumal man die meist
nicht sah. Ihr Gift konnte töten. "Daß mir keiner von euch auf die Quallen
tritt oder sie gar anfaßt. Die sind hochgradig giftig und können ganz böse
euch die Haut verbrennen.“ Tanja packte die Kühltasche in Pedros Kinderwagen
und hielt ihren kleinen Bruder beim Laufen an die Hand. Derweil Susi weiterhin
auf ihrem Kinderrädchen artig zwischen den Quallen im Sand kurvte. Der nasse
Sand hier in der Brandungszone war zu einem festen tragfähigen Untergrund
verbacken, der einem Kind auch das Radfahren erlaubte. Auch hier war es voll,
die meisten lagen im Sand oder spielten mit Bällen. Nur ganz wenige jedoch
wagten sich ins puddelig warme Wasser. Fast alle waren nackt, weshalb auch
Natascha ihre Bluse ganz auszog. In einer Gegend, wo es nur sehr wenige
erwachsene Männer gab, war Nacktsein für Frauen kein Problem. Niemand
beachtete sie, als sie am Strand weiter nordwärts liefen, bis ihnen eine
Landzunge aus Felsen en Weg versperrte. Es ging nun weg vom Wasser
landeinwärts über die Dünen zu einer aus Hartlaubsträuchern und Gras
bewachsenen steinigen Fläche. bis sie hinter der Düne auf einen schmalen
Feldweg kamen. Natascha packte Pedro wieder in den Kinderwagen, dann saßen sie
auf und fuhren auf ihren Rädern den Feldweg entlang. Es ging zunächst durch
eine steinige Buschlandschaft ehe sie einen Pinienwald durchquerten. Vom Meer
war zunächst nix zu sehen, zumal sie sich nun nach Westen wandten. Doch nach
ungefähr einer Viertelstunde bog Natascha in einen noch schmaleren Knüppeldamm
ab. Der führte nach einer Weile steil bergab, so daß insbesondere Susi ihr
Rädchen kaum noch in der Gewalt hatte. Der Wald wich wieder einer
Strauchsteppe. der Boden wurde zunehmend sandiger bis schließlich wieder
Schieben angesagt war. Aber vor ihnen lag eine beidseitig von Felszügen
eingeschlossene Bucht mit einem wundervollen Sandstrand. Der Strand war
menschenleer. „eyhh suuper! Hier sind wir ganz allein“ rief Tanja und lief den
Strand runter zum Wasser. Die anderen folgten ihr. Noch im Laufen hatte Tanja
sich ihr Kleid über den Kopf und von sich geworfen und sprang splitternackt
ins Meer. „IIIhhhh!!“ schrie sie plötzlich „Das ist ja eiskalt hier!“ Ebenso
schnell wie sie drin war, war sie auch aus dem Wasser wieder draußen. Natascha
hatte sich ein windstilles Eckchen gesucht und die Decken schon ausgelegt.
„Hier sind wenigsten keine Quallen“ sprach sie. „Und an das Wasser wirst du
dich schon gewöhnen.“ Susi hatte sich nun ebenso entblößt. „dann kann Pedro
auch so rumlaufen, wie Gott ihn schuf „ dachte sich dessen Mutter. sie hatte
ohnehin den Eindruck, daß er wohl bei der Schußfahrt zum Strand die Windeln
voll gemacht hatte. Sie zog sie ihrem Kleinen kurzerhand aus.
Ihr Verdacht war falsch. Sohnemann hatte brav eingehalten. Nur um jetzt
schnurstracks auf einen Busch zu laufen und dort zu pullern. „Mama, da siehst
du. Pedro braucht keine Windeln mehr. der kann allein Pipi machen.“ „Hmm,
vielleicht hast du Recht.“ entgegnete Tanjas Mutter. „Gut! Ab morgen bekommt
er sein erstes Höschen an.“ Pedro war wieder zurückgekehrt. „Mama putz du mich
da ab?“ Fragte er Natascha und präsentierte ihr den Popo. Er hatte nicht nur
gepullert. Natascha nahm nun doch die Windel und putzte ihm damit die braunen
Überreste seines Geschäfts von den Arschbacken weg. Sekunden später warf sie
die beschmutzte Windel ins nächste Gebüsch. „So und jetzt ist Desayuno“ rief
sie bei der Rückkehr von susi.„Tanja mach mal die Handtücher naß und leg sie
um die Limoflaschen“ Natascha packte aus der Kühlbox die vier Limoflaschen,
die Thermoskanne mit dem Gazpascho und die Hähnchenschenkel und Fladenbrote
raus. Extra für Pedro und Susi hatte sie auch eine süße Tomatenvariante der
Gazpacho angerichtet. Für die kleinen war die originale mit Oliven Pfeffer und
Peperoni noch zu scharf. Tanja blies ohne Pumpe die Luftmatrze mit einer
Leichtigkeit auf, als wäre es ein Luftballon. Natascha wunderte sich
wiederholt über ihre Ausdauer. Immerhin waren sie schon seit drei Stunden mit
dem Fahrrad unterwegs. Nach so einer Tour war eine kühle Gazpacho als
Gegenpool zu den noch warmen Hähnchenschenkel eine Delikatesse. Und so
reagierten ihre Kinder auch. Nur Pedro gab ab und zu mal einen Laut von sich,
wenn er mal wieder Schwierigkeiten mit der Limoflasche hatte. Natascha Dra.
Pawlowa y las Mercedes ließ den Blick über ihre vor sich hin mümmelnden Kinder
zum Meer hin streifen. Alle drei waren nun splitternackt. Schon in den Tagen
zuvor hatte die Sonne ihnen einen leichten makellosen Teint über ihre zarten
Körper verpaßt. Sie mochte ihre Kinder. Alle waren perfekt geraten, besonders
Pedro entwickelte sich mit seinen kastanienbraunen Locken zu einem süßen
Wonneproppen, der schon etliche Geschlechtsgenossinnen vom Schulmädchen bis
hin zur alten Oma ausflippen ließ.
Tanja kam langsam in die Pubertät. Der Kinderbauch war verschwunden, eine
Taille zeichnete sich über ihren Hüften ab. Ihre Schamlippen waren zwar noch
blank, doch das Knospen ihrer Brüste ließ sich an den groß gewordenen
kegelförmigen Brustwarzen deutlich erkennen. Und nun gründete Katharina, die
älteste ihre eigene Familie, ganz klassisch mit einem bald erwachsenen Mann.
Natasche nahm Pedro auf ihrem Schoß und half ihm das Hähnchen
auseinanderzunehmen, damit er die Stücke in den Teller mit der Gazpacho tunken
konnte. Das konnte er mit dem ganzen Schenkel zwar auch, doch er tunkte sich
eher selbst voll. Von der Brust bis zu seinem Pimmel war er mit der
Tomatensuppe beschmiert. Natascha putzte ihren kleinen Kerl ab. Susi richtete
sich auf und lenkte den Blick ihrer Mutter wieder aufs Wasser. ganz allein
waren sie offenbar nicht. Aus den Wellen stiegen nun zwei Gestalten, die sie
sofort als einen halbwüchsigen Teenager und ein kleines Mädchen ausmachte. Die
beiden rannten auf eine Stelle, die hinter einem Felsbrocken Nataschas Blicken
verborgen war. „Mama, darf ich ins Wasser“ Susis Stimme riß Natascha wieder
aus ihren Gedanken. „Ihr habt doch grade was gegessen.“ wandte sie ein „Mit
vollem Magen schwimmen ist ungesund.“ „Ich geh auch nur bis dahin ins Wasser
Mama“ entgegnete die 6 jährige und zeigte mit der Linken auf ihren Bauchnabel,
wobei sie noch den erotischsten Schmollmund setzte, der ihrem an sich schon
nicht geringen Repertoire an koketten Mimiken noch gelang. „Also gut, aber nur
mit Tanja!“ Wortlos stand Tanja auf und nahm ihre kleine Schwester bei der
Hand. „Komm gib mir deine Hand und dann los.“ Zwei kleine nackte Mädchen
liefen nun ins Wasser, nur um dann quietschend aufzuschreien wegen der kalten
Strömung. Pedro war nun auch mit dem Essen fertig. Er machte ein Bäuerchen und
gab seiner Mama mit seinem klebrigen verschmierten Mund einen Kuß. „War
lecker“ „Ja, hat es dir geschmeckt, Mäuschen?“ Der Junge nickte. „Das sieht
man“ lachte sie los „Und jetzt tust du dich selber aufessen, so voll Soße wie
du bist.“ Grinsend packte sie ihren vollgekleckerten und total verklebten
Buben unter die Achseln und trug ihn zum Wasser. Bis in die Brandungszone ging
sie hinein. Die Wellen brachen sich an Ihren Oberschenkeln, durchnäßten den
Wickelrock den sie immer noch trug. Ein paar Meter weiter vergnügten sich
Tanja und Susi in den Wellen. Natascha tunkte ihren Sohn in die Wellen und
begann seinen vollgekleckerten Körper sauberzuwischen. Vergnügt gab Pedro
kieksende Laute von sich. Die Kälte des Wassers schien ihm sogar Spaß zu
machen. Natascha tunkte ihren kleinen Nackedei komplett in die Wogen, warf ihn
dann hoch in die Luft, um ihn Sekunden später wieder aufzufangen. Pedro konnte
gar nicht genug davon bekommen. selbst wenn seine Mutter ihn verfehlte und er
in die Wellen plumpste statt in Mamas Arme. So konnten sie sich stundenlang
miteinander vergnügen. Bloß das Wasser war auch Natascha zu kalt und sie
begann langsam zu frösteln. Kurze Zeit später kehrte sie wieder ins Trockene
zurück. An ihrem Liegeplatz angekommen rubbelte sie ihren Jungen mit dem
Handtuch trocken und zog sich ihren durchnäßten Rock aus. Nun lag auch sie
splitternackt in der Sonne und ließ diese sich auf ihre bald 50 Jahre alten,
aber immer noch festen Busen und den Bauch scheinen. Auch Susi war
zurückgekehrt. Trocknete sich bibbernd ab. Tanja schwamm hingegen noch an der
Brandung entlang. Sie konnte sehr gut schwimmen und die Strömung hier war
ungefährlich, das Ufer zudem flach. So machte sich Natascha keine Sorgen.
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Banded Cyber Slave (part 2 of 2) | GAY, TESTICLES | ` It didn’t take Stephen long to get his bander out of its red carry-box. The
EZE Bander is much bigger than the elastrator, with larger thick latex bands
which are stretched over two prongs and a hook. It is a nasty tool, but an
efficient one. Stephen especially liked pumping the ratchet handle which would
slowly seal the band snugly around his scrotum. `
Back in front of the cam he held the tool up so the three Masters could see
the device.
“Load the band, Boy” growled Master John. It was a common ritual which still
made Stephen horny. With some effort he stretched the band over the two prongs
and the hook, then pumped the handle so the band opened up into a big
triangle.
“This is it, Boy. Time for your castration, you stupid little sissy. Wrap that
latex band around your sac for a final time, faggot!” There was more energy in
Master John’s voice than usual, leaving a hot sexual tension in the air.
Stephen did as he was told, making sure he was facing the cam so the Masters
could watch his ballsac drop into the loop. With a quick flick the band came
off the two prongs, leaving it free to be ratcheted tightly around his balls.
“Real nice” coaxed Master John. The two men at his side leaned in closer to
get a better view, satisfying themselves that both balls were trapped beneath
the ring. They grinned in amazement and kept their own pounding erections
hidden.
“Turn around Boy, and seal off those worthless nuts for good!”
Stephen turned around with his butt facing the cam and started pumping the
handle. The tool was between his legs now, so the Masters had a good view of
the latex band being pulled back by the hook, stretching taut. As soon as it
could go no further Stephen pushed another lever which crimped a metal band
around the latex, and cut off the wastage. Slowly he removed the tool from
between his legs.
The banding was complete.
Stephen glanced at the time on his PC. It was 8.30. He knew that if he was to
beat his last record the band would have to stay on until 9.05.
“Good sissy-boy, you deserve to be castrated don’t you sissy?” hissed Master
John with distaste in his voice. It was a tone which always made Stephen real
hard - the voice of a real man who was both excited and appalled that another
male would so easily submit to the gelding process.
“First things first Boy. I want you to swallow that little pill I sent you. It
takes about 15 minutes to kick in and should heighten the experience for you.
Go on Boy, DO AS I SAY!“ His voice got louder because he could see Stephen’s
hesitation.
“Yes SIR” Stephen typed into the cam, before reaching over for the vial. He
knew what to do - it was the advantage of having a cam - make it look like he
took the pill just to make the Master happy. He held it up to his mouth, put
it inside and pretended to swallow. Cautiously he glanced at his own image on
screen. In the split second that the cam was sending a pic down the line he
spat out the pill - quick enough so the cam did not catch the act. He smiled
inwardly to himself. “What the Master doesn’t know won’t hurt him” echoed the
voice of sanity in his sexually-charged mind.
“Good little Sissy” smiled Master John, murmuring something to the two other
Masters which Stephen was unable to make out.
“Now Sissy, do you have something to write with? A marker pen? Do you have a
marker pen, Sissy?” It was an unusual request and Stephen was slightly
perplexed.
“I have my red sissy lipstick SIR, is that ok?” he typed into the screen after
remembering that there were no pens in the house.
“Lipstick? Ah yes, good Boy. Go get it sissy. NOW!”
Back in front of the cam, Master John gave his orders:
“Okay Boy, now I want you to write in big letters on your chest: “I AM A SISSY
FAG - PLEASE CASTRATE ME”. Got that?”
Stephen nodded. It was a good task - a further step towards emasculation
without doing too much harm. It wasn’t easy to write on his chest, but the
lipstick slid easily across the silky hose. Now he was labelled a sissy, and
he liked it.
“Ballgag and collar now, Sissy”. It was a frequent instruction from the
Master. Stephen slipped the ball gag in his mouth. It was a big ball, probably
too big, and made it impossible for him to make any sound when it was in. The
gag strap was like a belt strap, clipping in the right metal hole nicely
behind his neck. The dog collar added a further touch of submission.
“Good little faggot. Now pick up that knife and rub it below the band. That is
what you want to do, isn’t it, sissy?” Stephen had never held a castration
knife against his balls before. As he held the blade against his sac he used
his left hand to stroke his engorged cock.
“DON’T TOUCH YET, SISSY” growled Master John, alarmed that his slave might cum
before seeing the task through.
“The black dildo next BOY! Time for your master to fuck that smooth little
pussy.” Stephen always had the toy ready in the drawer next to his bed. A
quick lube and he was plugged. It felt good. It felt right.
“Now it’s time to immobilise you, like a good cyber slave should be, BOY. Put
the knife at the foot of your bed, and get the cuffs. NOW!”
Stephen had never seen the Master so tense before. Perhaps it was the presence
of the other two Masters, he reasoned, as he lay the knife at the foot of the
bed and reached for the cuffs. Or perhaps it was just the pressure on him to
carry the scene past their 35 minute goal.
“Tonight I want to see you in the cuffs, SISSY. You can cum for Master as long
as you are in the cuffs and under Master’s control. Understand?”
Stephen nodded and smiled into the cam. Cuffs were erotic because of what they
represented. Powerlessness. Absolute submission.
But Stephen also knew this was a fantasy. And cuffs could be dangerous.
“Alright Boy. Take the handcuffs first. I want you to be comfortable about
putting them on. I know you trust me, but I understand that you’ll want to
know how the key works. So I want you to lock the handcuffs and then unlock
them. Understand?” This is why Stephen had kept talking to Master John. He
could be sadistic, but he also knew there was a boundary of caution, even on
cyber.
Stephen clicked the cuffs closed and turned the key. They were locked. He
tugged at them and there was no movement. Then he reversed the key. The cuffs
clicked open. Easy.
“Good little sissy. Now get on the bed like a good fag. Ankles first. Then
wrists. GO!”
Stephen raised the cam so the bed was in full view, and positioned himself on
the middle of the bed. The bed header and footer were both made of strong wood
planks. Ideal for the purpose of tying someone up and constricting movement.
Carefully Stephen manoeuvred his feet between two wooden planks and snapped on
the ankle shackles. “Wow!! That’s really HOT” he murmured into his gag. He
looked over at the screen and saw the three Masters watching intently, with
evil grins on their faces. It was the hottest scene he’d been in. Casually he
glanced at the clock. 8.50. 15 minutes to go. His sac was starting to go numb,
which was good. But the ache above the band was also hitting in. It was that
ache which would determine whether he bet his previous banding record. If it
got too intense he would have to cut the band.
“GOOOOOD little sissy” encouraged the Master. “Now your wrists sissy. Cuff
your wrists to the head of the bed. Make yourself submit to me, like you’ve
never submitted before BOY!”
‘It should be easy to do’ thought Stephen as he wrapped the handcuffs around
one of the bed header’s planks. He checked the key - it was firmly in the
lock. He squeezed one hand in the left cuff, the other in the right. Slowly he
closed the cuffs. Then they clicked. He was now completely submitting to his
Master.
“Oh, you’re a goooooood fucking faggot, sissy!” laughed the Master, his deep
voice booming through the PC speakers. “How does that band feel, nice and
tight I hope?”
All Stephen could do was nod in front of the cam as he lay flat on the bed.
“Fuck this is HOT” he thought, amazed a cyber session could become so real.
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The next 15 minutes were the most sexually charged Stephen had experienced in
his life. Master John taunted the slave and abused him. The slave closed his
eyes and entered a sexual fantasy world where his balls were cut off and he
was transformed into a eunuch for his Master. A life of complete and total
submission. Of being dominated and abused. Of being violently penetrated by a
massive black cock. Of being a smooth, docile gelding. Of taking hormones and
becoming feminized. Of taking testosterone and being re-masculinized. Sucking
and being fucked by one Master. Many masters.
Stephen’s real life disappeared and for 15 minutes he WAS castrated. He WAS a
slave. He had no worries. No obligations.
It was the most powerful drug you could ever take. It was heaven. And in a
world of fantasy and domination, Stephen’s mind exploded and semen shot out of
his penis. Like a geyser.
Then the pain in his testicles became too much to bear.
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It was 9.07 on Stephen’s PC. Master John had said nothing about the record
being surpassed. Perhaps it was to help Stephen focus on going further and
further. But now the time was up and the orgasm had happened. It was time to
cut off the band.
Stephen was jarred back into reality. He had to get the band off before his
balls were seriously damaged. He looked up at his cuffed wrists and reached
for the key.
“What are you doing BOY?” Master John’s voice sounded concerned. “No, DON’T
stop now Boy! You’re going to go all the way tonight Sissy. All the way. DON’T
TOUCH THOSE CUFFS BOY!!!”
If Stephen had looked at the picture on his screen he would have noticed the
Leather Master start to smile. But he was distracted by the cuffs.
He cursed under his breath and into his ball gag. “Damn these things are
awkward. I am such a stupid fuck. I should have practiced unlocking the cuffs
in this position first!”
Finally his fingers gripped the key. He turned it clockwise, exactly as he had
done before to release the lock. But this time the key felt different. It
moved once. Twice. And suddenly it turned all the way around. 360 degrees.
Without any pressure. And it kept turning.
However this time the cuffs did not unlock.
Suddenly Stephen started to panic. What was happening?? Had the key come out?
What should he do?
And in the back of his mind there was a voice screaming louder and louder,
pleading with him to undo the castration band around his dying testicles.
He looked at the screen to see Master John’s evil face up close to the cam. He
had an unusual smile across his thin lips.
“That’s right SISSY. Tonight we really ARE going to go all the way, aren’t we?
Just like you’ve always hoped to, in those sissy faggot dreams of yours.
“Silly sissy. The handcuffs were designed to unlock only once. And you used up
your chance, didn’t you BOY!! Poor little sissy. Poor little gelded sissy. But
this is just what you wanted, isn‘t it?”
Stephen’s eyes grew wider and wider. “Fuck fuck fuck!!!! He’s planned to
castrate me for real!!!” The wave of panic rippled through his body and his
flaccid penis stood up straight again, a flag marking the spot for two dying
balls. He started to struggle, twisting his legs, his arms, shouting into his
gag. But it was all in vein. He’d let a cyber Master take too much control.
The panic took over. Steven shot another load onto the bed.
“Don’t worry SISSY” whispered Master John in a soothing voice. “The pain will
stop soon. That is why I gave you the tablet... it is a pain killer. You see,
sissy, I don’t really want to hurt you. I just want to help you on your
journey to become a gelding.”
Stephen’s mind clouded over as the pain took hold. There would be no pain
relief for this castration. He tried to think. When was Shaun going to be
back? In two days. Fuck, in two days!!
The pantyhose was drenched in sweat now. All Stephen could do was lie and wait
for Shaun to untie him. He looked up at the camera and across to his PC.
Master John was talking to the other masters. He was very happy. Very very
happy.
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Two days later Master John made sure that his cam was on to video the rescue.
It was after 10pm when Shaun came into Stephen’s room, drunk and cursing. For
a minute he stood and stared, stupefied at the sight of his roommate being
tied up and dressed in pantyhose like a fem sissy.
Then he read the lipstick instruction on Stephen’s chest.
“Jesus mate!” he cursed, in his drunken rage, noticing the castration knife
still on the foot of the bed. “If you’d said you were a faggot earlier of
course I would have deballed ya!”
Stephen’s eyes were open but he didn’t have the energy to struggle. The ball
gag kept him silent as Shaun held the blade against his nuts.
“Always glad to help out a MATE” Shaun growled.
The knife worked like a charm.
And Master John had a video worth even more than the $50,000...
Any comments? Let me know - bandingfan@hotmail.com
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Camp Harvest | GAY, TESTICLES | Roving Cutter Serves Gay Camp | His RV was all set up for the operations Years ago, he had spent a
small fortune equipping his vehicle for this purpose. Everything -
lights, specially designed operating table, straps, video camera,
television screen, instrument case, drug and antiseptic cabinets –
could all be folded away and stored seamlessly after he was done.
He had once had law enforcement types look his RV over, with the
result that the “complaint” against him had been dropped. He sat in
a chair in his surgical gown and gloves awaiting his patients. With
surveillance cameras, he was able to watch the area around his RV
for intruders or unwelcome guests.
Outside, a car pulled up. Three young men got out, then,
unexpectedly, a fourth, a boy, emerged from the rear seat of the
car. They walked slowly to the RV. The leader knocked on the door,
twice as instructed. They were here, waiting to be admitted. He
smiled and opened the door. The leader gave the correct password.
The four came inside, hesitantly taking seats on the bench that ran
along the side. “Do you have the money?” he asked. The tall young
man shook his head yes and produced a brown paper bag. He counted
the crisp hundred dollar bills. As agreed, there were forty-five of
them, payment in full in advance for his services. He opened the
wall safe, placed the bills inside, closed the door and twirled the
dial. “Now,” he asked, “Who’s first?” The leader said “I am.” “What
is your name?” “James.” The other two were named Stan and Steve.
The boy was Gary. “Why is Gary along?” he asked. James, who spoke
for the group, explained that Gary was there to watch so that he
would know there was nothing to be afraid of when it was time for
him to be done. Gary, he explained, had been left for dead in a
ditch after his father had beaten him nearly to death because he
had caught Gary sucking the telephone man’s cock. One of the elders
had found him and brought him to their camp, where they had nursed
him back to health. At the camp, Gary’s desire to suck cock was
encouraged, everyone there being exclusively homosexual. The elders
had decided Gary was to become a slave for the workers, James
explained.
First, they each had to take a shower, after which he applied a
depilatory cream to their scrotums. Scrotal hair carried infectious
organisms, so that if even one tiny hair found its way into the
incision, a major infection could result. After James, Stan and
Steve had showered, applied the cream and wiped the hair from their
scrotums, he applied an antiseptic solution to James’ sac, injected
it with novocaine and then positioned him face down on the table.
He strapped James’ legs to the table adjusting their separation so
that his scrotum hung down between his widely separated legs. He
painted James’ sac thoroughly with more antiseptic, then made a
small incision into the right side of the rear of his scrotum. He
inserted a small, sterile hook and fished around until he had
caught the cord connecting James’ right testicle to his body. He
pulled out a loop of the cord and then used a clamping tool to
fasten first one, then another plastic clamp tightly around the
looped cord. The testicle was now effectively cut off from James’
body. He tugged a bit more of the cord that was below the clamps
out of the incision. With a pair of locking forceps, he grasped the
exposed cord near the testicle, then cut it with a small scalpel
between the clamp and the forceps. Finally, he pulled the right
testicle out of James’ sac with the forceps and dropped it into the
small stainless steel pan. Next he cauterized the end of the cord
electrically, pushed it back inside the sac, then closed the
incision, using medical skin cement. The removal of James’ right
testicle had taken less than a minute. His left soon joined it in
the pan. “There, James, you are now rid of these ugly things that
were poisoning you,” I told him. “Thank you, Sir.”
Stan and Steve smiled at James as he got up. “Who’s next?” he asked
them. Stan nearly jumped up on the table. When he looked more
closely at Stan’s scrotum, he saw that one of his testicles was
very much smaller than the other. “Have they always been different
sizes?” he asked. Stan explained that his cords had been clamped
off a few months ago by someone else, but that it had not taken all
the way. “Another botched burdizzo job,” he thought. Stan asked if
he could have his sac removed also. “Easily enough” he answered,
applying the antiseptic. This time, after several extra injections
of novocaine, he cut a complete circle around the scrotum, leaving
just enough skin so that when closed up, it would cover the
opening. Carefully, he clamped off the cords, severed the testicles
below the clamps, cauterized the cut ends and pushed the cords back
up into Stan’s body. Then he glued the cut edges of the remaining
scrotal skin together to seal off the wound. Stan was done. He got
up off the table after being unstrapped and stood next to
James. “Thank you, sir,” he said quietly. Steve took his place on
the table and James strapped him in. He told James to step back.
After James got out of the way, he asked if Steve had any special
requests. “Well, sir,” he said after thinking, “could you replace
my balls with something that would look like them?” This was a
request he had heard many times before. “Certainly, Steve,” he
said. “I’ve got just the thing for you.” He opened a drawer by the
table that held about a dozen pairs of different sized white
plastic eggs in antiseptic solution in sterile glass
containers. “You look like a size 6, unless you’d like bigger. I
think your sac will hold up to a size 10.” He retrieved two pairs
of sizes 6 and 10 respectively and showed them to Steve. “I’d like
the larger pair, Sir,” Steve said. This time he made a much longer
cut in Steve’s scrotum so that the much larger replacement balls
could be fit in without additional cutting or perhaps tearing the
skin. The new balls slid easily into Steve’s emptied sac after the
cauterized cords had been pushed back in. He glued the cut edges
together and released the straps holding Steve to the table. There
were three pairs of balls in the pan now.
Gary looked up at him. “Please, Sir, could you take mine, too?” He
thought a moment. The camp hadn’t paid him for Gary, so he
shouldn’t be doing him for free. But, suddenly, he realize that
Gary’s testicles had never produced any sperm – they were pure.
Even though it had been years since he had enjoyed a pair of virgin
testicles, the memory of their soft, buttery texture and delicate
flavor made his mouth water. “Yes, of course, Gary.” With that,
Gary positioned himself as the others had on the table. He had to
pull the straps in a lot further to hold Gary’s boyish legs. In his
hungry haste, he almost forgot to inject the novocaine, but
remembered at the last moment. Gary’s small, hairless scrotum
yielded its tender contents easily. They joined the three larger
pairs in the pan. Gary was glued together and got up quickly. He
would never produce any sperm his whole life. His voice would
remain high and he would never need to shave – removal of his
testes at this early age made those things a certainty. Gary
thanked him and asked to suck his cock. He told Gary that he could
do that some other time, then explained to all of them that they
had to be especially careful to keep their cuts clean and covered
with the antibiotic ointment he would give them.
All four dressed quickly, then left in the car with James driving.
He watched until the car was out of sight, then put his
instruments, the operating table, and all the other equipment back
into their cleverly hidden recesses. The RV looked exactly like a
normal living space now.
He rolled up his sleeves, removed and discarded his surgical
gloves. Then, with great enthusiasm, he began preparing his freshly
harvested dinner. |
On The Beach (gay, testicles) | On The Beach
By: dens_7@hotmail.com
It had been stinking hot for a couple of weeks now. The only relief was down
at the beach after the sun had started to set. The breeze off the ocean was a
welcome relief to the day. A group of us would go down each night to cool off.
We would all leave at different stages depending on how hot our accommodation
was. I had begun staying till very late before returning home to bed.
On this particular day it had been hotter than any other had. I wore a bright
yellow gee-string that stood out because of my smooth well-tanned body. Not to
mention the huge bulge between my legs that my gee-string fought to keep under
control. We had all been in swimming and clowned around a lot in between
eating and drinking.
The night got late and one by one the others all started going back to their
different homes. I stayed on, as my place was unbearable. I had spread out on
a large beach towel on some grass and had fallen asleep on my back with my
legs apart. I was unaware of others moving about. Apparently serval people had
stopped to admire the bulge in my gee-sting.
I stirred a couple of times and noticed several people appreciating my form
layed out on the white towel beneath me. At one stage there was a group of
smooth good looking guys taking particular note of my body. They stood out
because they didnt try to hide the fact that they were eyeing me off.
Some time went by before they moved off and I pretended not to notice them
moving off. But they just set themselves up together not far away. When I sat
up to see what was happening around the place one of them came over and asked
me to join them, which I did.
Not long after joining them the guy that asked me over was getting into my
gee-string checking out the equipment hidden there. It wasn't long before he
had me naked and his fingers were working my butt. All of them were interested
that I didn't make a fuss and just allowed them to do what they wanted to me.
It wasn't long before I was flipped onto my back and being butt fucked by the
guy. He screwed me long and hard smacking my ass as he went. Once he finished
someone else jumped on before I had a chance to move. I was again ridden like
they were trying to brake a new wild colt in.
All eight of them screwed me before I was allowed to move. My ass felt like it
had been stretched to the limit and was sore from all the action it received.
My hands were tied behind my back before they tied my balls up and attached a
long lead to it. I was then dragged around the beach by the balls. I was
exhausted as each of them took a turn at leading me around.
I was led in and out of the water. When I tripped they would keep going
pulling on my balls. The only way to get relief was to try and run faster to
get the pressure off. My butt felt funny after all the screwing it took, plus
I was getting tied and found it harder to keep up. At one stage I thought they
were going to yank my balls off. I could fell them swelling in their bag but
there was nothing I could do about it.
Exhausted I fell over in the surf and they dragged me back by the balls. I
found it easier to try and float and act like a surfboard. Once back where the
others were they helped me back to the group. No one used any names to this
point. I was told I would make a great slave seeing I hadn't once complained
or called out.
They tied me to a tree by putting my arms behind me and around the tree. My
balls were left bound and my gee-string stuffed and tied in my mouth. The
group left and went further up the beach a little and they were talking
together out of my hearing. One of them came back and asked where I lived and
what I did for work?
After he pulled the gag out I replied and said I live in a boarding house and
I do odd jobs around the place. With that he re-gagged me and went back to the
group. Not long after they came back and told me I was to be their slave. The
guy who brought me over to start with came and got me.
He made me put my gee-string on and told me to take him back to the boarding
house and get my things. My balls were still tightly bound and they had been
that way for nearly two hours. They were black and cold, yet they didn't hurt
all that much.
I went with him and we sneaked in as it was now about two in the morning. I
got the few cloths I had in a bag and wrote a note to say I had left. I was
asked if I owed any money? I said no. But I was given a hundred dollars to put
in the envelope that I pinned to the door.
With that we left and went back to the beach where the others were waiting for
us. I was stripped and my cloths taken from me. We all moved off to an
isolated part of the beach. I was tied on my back on a picnic table. My legs
we pulled back over my body leaving my butt on the end of the table and my
balls hanging over my butt.
They started playing with my balls and I was told they were dead. That I was
now a eunuch and the best thing they could do was cut them off before gangrene
set in. I didn't have time to say anything or come to grips with it before a
Swiss Army knife was pulled out. The guy took hold of my balls and cut through
the dead scrotum. He was quick as he no sooner started and he was holding my
ball bag complete with balls high in the air for all to see.
The others let out a cheer as a small gas burner was lit and a bar was heated
to cauterise the wound between my legs. It was this bit that caused more pain
than having my balls cut off. I let out a bit of a groan but not much of one.
I was untied and rolled over and stretched out over the table with my butt
exposed. My arms and legs were tied to the legs of the table. Then to my
surprise my right hand butt cheek was branded with a large "S".
After that I was taken to their place where I have been their slave for many
years now. I have maintained my youthful looks even though my cock has shrunk
some. My balls are pickled and mounted in a trophy on the mantle piece along
with my tanned scrotum. A little brass plaque says, "We Own Our Slaves Balls".
I haven't missed my balls being attached to me at all and I certainly get used
every day. They all ride me with such fervour and they look after me well. |
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My Wife's Stud (straight) | My wife, Beth, loves riding. She has a
horse colt that is 2 yrs old. Recently "Rudy" has been acting up at the
stable. He won't be used for breeding, so she decided to have him castrated.
One of the women she rides with is a vet. Erin said she'd do it for free. Erin
is blond buue eyed and very athletic. At 5'8" she is 2" taller than Beth. Beth
with her dark hair and great tan from being out in the sun is a gem.
Erin chose early Weds. morning to cut "Rudy" She always closes the clinic on
that day.
I decided to take that day off and watch the activities. Seeing him loose his
nuts was strangely intriguing to me.
I was also curious as to how it would affect Beth.
Weds. morning came and we drove down to the stable. We met Erin at "Rudy's"
stall, put a halter on him and took him to the squeeze chute.Three of the
other girls Beth rides with showed up also. Trich, Karen and Mia were all
curious to see "Rudy'" denutting . Several jokes were directed at me, " Are
you sure you want to watch this? Think you can handle it?" Of course I can,
it's not me out there. " Better be good, or it could be." I started to get a
little embarrased at this point, but I had a lump in my pants too!
Erin started scrubbing Rudy's nuts with cleansing agent and he started getting
a hard on. This set the girls off again.
She gave him a shot of xylocaine at the base of his nuts and waited for it to
take effect. Everyone was quiet with anticipation. Mia seemed restless. I
looked over at her and she was rubbing her crotch against the fence board she
was sitting on. She caught me watching her and smiled. Karen's nipples wer
very obvious thru her tank top and Beth seemed to be having a hard time
catching her breath.
Everyone held thier breath as Erin placed the tip of the scalpel at the base
of his sak, inserted the blade and cut downward. The incision went all the way
to the bottom of his sak. She pulled his sak open and forced out his
testicles. Beth handed her the suture thread and she tied off the cords on
both of his balls. Mia held out the surgical basin as Erin cut first one ball
free and then the other and dropped them into the stainless steel bowl.
I found myself pressing my raging hard on against the rail fence. I looked
around and saw Karen flushed, Mia with a wet spot beginning in her riding
pants and Beth's hands were shaking.
With a shudder, I came in my pants. I don't think anyone noticed, but I was
embarrased that I was so turned on.
The tension was broken when Erin Said, " Now you won't have those things
dangling between your legs anymore." The girls decided to saddle up and go
riding.
I went on home. I couldn't get the sight of those two huge balls sitting in
the basin out of my mind. I took a long hot bath and shaved all the hair off
my cock and balls. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at
myself, dreaming about how it would be to cut my balls out. I stoked myself
and held my balls tight between my thumb and forefinger, stretching them down
as for as they would go. I came all over my hand and belly.
Beth walked in a few hours later, smelling of horse and randy as hell. She
stripped down in the living room and told me to mount her like she was a mare
in heat! She was on her hands and knees with her shaved pussy glistening at me
with her wetness. I got behind her and drove in hard. She reached between her
legs and took ahold of my balls and pulled me into her hard. It didn't take
long for me to fill her pussy with cum.
"I like the way you shaved your cock and balls for me " she said. "Why?"
I had to admit that seeing Rudy loose his nuts had turned me on. She said
that's all they could talk about on thier ride. Mia had even asked Erin if she
had ever done a guy.
I couldn't believe what she was saying. That a bunch of girls would be talking
about castration this way. |
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Ryan Comes at Last | STRAIGHT | Ryan has cleverly escaped from Wendy and Alice, but Wendy sets a trap and gets the last bite! | Alice and Wendy left the hotel and headed back to the director's
office.
"That was really neat" said Alice. "We took out Ryan and got to
bite off his penis at the same time! Pretty good for a day's work."
"Absolutely" agreed Wendy, savoring the memory. She could still
taste his cum in her mouth, and she could feel that familiar tingle
start to spread...
"And the Director should be very pleased!" smiled Alice.
He wasn't.
In fact, he was rather annoyed.
"You got the wrong guy!" he yelled when they were shown into his
office. "You castrated the wrong fellow! You had your lovely
little feast on the wrong penis! Ryan wasn't even there!"
"What? That's absurd." said Alice. "That guy was Ryan. We had
his picture, the team had followed him to that hotel, and frankly,
he was just as irresistable as everyone said. It had to be the
right guy!"
"No, no, no. You got Ryan's double. Sure, Ryan entered the lobby,
but when you turned to the elevator and Wendy turned around at the
same time to push the elevator button, he got instantly suspicious
and cut out through the side door. His double came up to the
elevator. Good looking, sure, but dumber than an adolescent in
heat. He thought with his cock and paid for it with his balls!"
They had seen the director angry before, but never this bad.
"What do we do?" asked Wendy.
"We? We? We don't do anything. Ryan's never going to fall for
the two women trick." The director paced the floor.
"Wendy, I've got it." He paused as if giving it one last
thought. "It's up to you. Wendy, you've got to do this solo."
Wendy was mortified. "Excuse me, sir, but no way! He'll figure me
out at some point, and I'll be helpless. I'm no match for him.
And once he catches on, he'll just eliminate me. One more agent
scratched for the cause. No thank you!"
"Wendy, you can do it. Outsmart him and make him let you tie him
up. Then you can do with him as you like!"
"Oh, sure. And what's the plan?"
"That's up to you. Be back tommorrow with a full plan and a list of
what you need. That's it!" And the director ended the
conversation...
Somehow it came to her...
She didn't bother seeing the director the next day. This would
work better if no one knew...
Wendy first recruited a team of female agents. Within a week they
had found Ryan at a safe house on the outskirts of the city. As
they kept him under observation they waited for his daily walks.
Then, one by one, and only one at a time, they bumped into him
casually in the park, at the market...wherever he was...and tried
to pick him up. He rebuffed the first two. But he took the third
one home, and she let him fuck her. When he was done she kissed
him, got dressed and left. She even smiled to herself - he had
been great!
The next three found it easier. Ryan was letting his guard down,
was clearly ready for sex, and fucked all three of them till they
screamed out their orgasms. He certainly seemed to enjoy his as
well.
Now it got more difficult. The next girl went home with him, let
him kiss her and caress her and reach between her legs. Then,
while his hand stroked beneath her skirt, she said softly, "Can I
tie up your hands, please?" Ryan backed off instantly. "No. Who
are you?"
She stayed still. "Hey, it's OK, I'm sorry...it's just a quirk of
mine...forget it" She pouted and waited. "Look, just make love to
me. I'm sorry, it's just my bad judgment" She waited. "I'm
really wet. Please don't send me away!" She leaned back and put
her own hands by her side.
Ryan unzipped his pants, spread her legs and pushed his erect penis
into her. They both came, and she left after more apologies and a
genuine "thank you."
After that one in every two or three of the girls who let
themselves get picked up and fucked by Ryan asked to tie him up.
He never agreed, but he stopped being shocked by the request, and
was lulled into complacency by the fact that each of the girls
still had sex with him and no one made a threatening move.
It had now been two weeks, and Wendy knew Ryan would soon get
orders to move on to his next assignment. She had to make her move.
The next day she put on her favorite summer frock and waited for
Ryan's walk in the park.
Luck was with her. That afternoon Ryan emerged from the safe house
and headed to the grassy fields.
Wendy waited on the hillside. She lay sprawled on the grass,
reading a magazine. She had her dress pulled up just above her
knees and her legs slightly spread. She was going to let him make
the first move...
Ryan noticed her. He liked the soft curve of her body, and loved
the look of her legs. He was feeling pretty dapper himself, and had
thoroughly enjoyed the numerous flings in this town. He had begun
to assume that girls here were just more sexually active than other
places he had been. And this one did look nice...
Ryan approached Wendy.
"Hi. Like what you're reading?" he asked.
Wendy looked up at him. "My, my" she thought to herself, "he
really does have some special quality."
"Yes", she said. "It's a fascinating review of a young girl's
struggle with the harsh reality of fame..."
"Ah yes," he replied. "Drugs as a way to run from fame. All too
common. I think that may have been John Belushi's problem as
well."
"Yes" Wendy smiled. "I think even Billy Crystal would now agree."
"Say" said Ryan casually. "I've got some of the original Saturday
Night Live shows on video. Interested?"
Wendy looked at him, not wanting to seem too eager. She paused,
then smiled. "Sure."
They walked back to his house. Once inside Ryan went to get the
tapes. Wendy lay down on his bed, feet on the floor, legs spread.
Comfortable. Ryan came back and saw her. She smiled at him.
"No videos?" he asked gently.
"Maybe later..." Wendy said. "Could you touch me? Please?"
Ryan didn't suspect a thing. First he knelt on the floor in front
of her, looked directly in her eyes, and spread her legs further
apart with his hands. She sighed and arched her pelvis. He pushed
up her dress and saw her white panties. "Please" she said again.
Ryan started kissing her thighs. He spread Wendy's legs further
apart and started kissing her vagina through her panties. She
reached down and pulled them to one side. He licked her wetness...
Wendy started to tremble. Ryan was really good! She shifted so
she could reach his pants. She could feel his erection.
"I want your penis" she said. "I want your penis inside me" She
undid his pants and his erect penis and balls came tumbling out.
Wendy urged him onto the bed and kissed him. He unbuttoned the top
of her dress and licked her tight, hard nipples.
She turned him on his back and straddled him.
"I want you inside me" she said again.
He smiled and breathed heavily and nodded, "yes".
Wendy moved her legs apart and put her knees on each side of Ryan's
waist. She took his penis in her hand and guided it past her
panties and into her vagina. The feeling of Ryan's penis gliding
into her was glorious! Wendy and Ryan fucked till she had come
three times!
"You havn't come" Wendy said.
"That's alright, sweet thing" said Ryan. "I'm enjoying every
second.."
"I know how to make you come" said Wendy. "I could tie you up
first..."
Ryan looked at her skeptically. "What is it with the girls in this
town?" he asked. "Do you all have the same desires?"
"Maybe we share a common fantasy" Wendy replied. "There was a high
school play where a girl got to tie up a guy, and some of us talked
later about later and discovered we found it very exciting...Please
could I do that to you? I promise to make you come..."
Ryan hesitated. Maybe he was being too cautious. How could this
girl do anything to him? So, they all had this fantasy...no big
deal...maybe this was something not to miss...he'd be leaving soon
anyway...
"Please" Wendy said again.
"Oh, OK" agreed Ryan.
Wendy smiled.
She took some rope out of her handbag and tied Ryan's hands behind
his back. When she started to tie his feet to the bedposts he
stiffened, but she smiled at him and he relaxed again.
Now she had him. His hands were tied behind his back, pushing up
his groin, his legs were spread and tied to seperate bedposts, and
his penis and balls were in front of her face.
Wendy gently took Ryan's penis in her mouth. It was already salty
from drops of cum. Wendy licked on Ryan's penis, and it grew even
harder in her mouth. She moved her tongue along the shaft, then
licked his balls. Ryan moaned. Wendy took one of his balls and
moved it around inside her mouth. Ryan looked down to watch, and
Wendy smiled at him with his sac in her mouth. She playfully
nibbled on the sac, avoiding the balls for now, and smiled up at
him again.
Ryan was awash in pleasure.
Wendy bit one of his balls, and suddenly he was alert. "What are
you doing?" he asked.
"Relax" Wendy said. "I'm going to make you come in my mouth."
"Whew. Ok. I'm ready" he whispered.
Wendy kissed her way back up Ryan's penis and took it in her
mouth. She started moving it back and forth, scrapping it a little
with her teeth, licking it, wrapping her lips around the shaft so
Ryan felt like he was fucking her mouth. She could feel his orgasm
growing...
"It's time" she whispered.
Wendy took Ryan's penis full in her mouth and grabbed his balls
with one hand. She looked in his eyes and smiled again. He looked
down at his penis in her mouth. He was starting to come...
Ryan reached his orgasm and started squirting cum into Wendy's
mouth. She loved the feeling and the taste. As the cum squirted
out of Ryan's penis she squeezed his balls really hard, dug her
teeth into the base of his penis, and as Ryan reached the absolute
peak of his orgasm Wendy bit off his penis with gnawing, sharp
bites, smiling as the cum squirted on her cheeks and lips, taking
Ryan's penis off with one last sharp bite!
It took days for her to calm down, it had been so exciting.
"So" the director said. "It worked out? You got him"
"Yes" said Wendy, very pleased. "Every last bite..." |
An African Comedy. Part Two. | PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | An account of how Watkinson-Gilkes found his status in Bumoni transformed from that of a guest to a prisoner. | ` `
Before long I was sitting in a foam of white bubbles in a hot, solid gold
bathtub, having my body massaged by expert hands. Enough to put the average
anthropologist off his stride, you might think. Not Watkinson-Gilkes. Not me.
I found my soirée with the Queen extremely fascinating. She proved a most
interesting talker and furnished me readily with the details of Bumoni society
I was seeking. What's more, she agreed to have me shown the principal sights
of the country in order to further assist me in my researches. I was already
rehearsing in my mind the speech I would give to the Royal Anthropological
Society upon my return to Britain.
The meal was accompanied by cups of an indiscernible honeyed drink, which I,
as a confirmed teetotaller, waved away politely but firmly on several
occasions. The Queen herself did not share my temperate disposition, and as
the evening wore on, for we sat together for several hours, she became direct.
“Andrew, I find you, how shall I say, most attractive.”
Without an unnecessary attempt to be modest at this point in the narrative, I
must confess that the Queen of Bumoni was not the first of her sex to
opinionate thus on my Adonis-like merits, so I was able to brush aside such
and similar compliments with relative suavity.
However, that was not the end of the matter, and the conversation, from that
point on, turned increasingly to the merits of my pink physique and the
Queen's preferences for the white blond-haired body over the swarthy, which,
as the first visitor of the former tint for a hundred years in Bumoni, put me
in the way of being something of a speciality item.
Finally, as we were sampling a concoction of snake stew and raspberries, the
Queen, her eyes swivelling somewhat in their sockets under the influence, no
doubt, of the strong beverage, issued the first of many romantic invitations
“Come to my bed, Andrew. You and me we can make passionate love.”
She was usually stroking my thigh when she said things of that sort .
But what about Semnimbe?” was my instinctive reply.
“We could have a threesome?” came the suggestion.
I would be lying if I did not glance up nervously at the fifteen spear-
carrying guards who stood in the shadows before enunciating my reply.
“Queen Arsolina, I am most graciously flattered by the terms of your
invitation, but I am regrettably in no position to accept it, due to a raving
attack of the haemorrhoids.”
“I will have my back passage specialist treat you immediately,” retorted the
Queen curtly, as if she'd heard that one before.
Despite the embarrassment engendered by these interchanges, which might have
caused lasting rifts at a vicarage tea-party, I never once felt obliged to
submit. And, though the Queen was unable entirely to conceal her
disappointment– the moment when she threw an entire plate of grilled monkey
across the room being a telling clue – she yielded to a hostess's instincts
and pressed me no further.
And so it was that I was able to retire to my own room and make a few brief
notes in my logbook before falling into a deep sleep, interrupted only
occasionally by loud cries from the royal suite, and later, the nocturnal
bellowing of a gnu.
I dined in similar fashion with the Queen for -several days, during which she
showed no dimming of fascination in either my conversation or my bodily
charms. And, despite the occasional awkwardness of the situation, I was able
to take advantage of her interest by arranging several tours of the area
surrounding the town and finding out a little more of life in the Bumoni
Crater.
The country was also served by an excessive number of brothels stocked with
Pujimbi eunuchs, who worked at the large army encampments that seemed to be
everywhere. Several times I passed giggling crowds of naked Pujimbi girly-
boys, their faces covered in garish make-up, displaying themselves outside
their quarters, the lack of genitalia between their legs being the tell-tale
sign of their condition. (A hawk-eyed anthropologist picks that sort of thing
up, you know.) But perhaps their fate was preferable to that of their
colleagues in the yam plantations.
As the time wore on I began to sense within myself a heated compassion towards
these dignified Pujimbi people, with their elegant beauty and bravery in
suffering. Their manner contrasted with the brutality of the Bumoni, who
seemed, by contrast, a crude and unfeeling race, whatever the sophistication
of their ruler. I quickly resolved to see these people for myself, in their
own country. After all, Pujimbo was every bit as unknown to European record as
Bumoni. No, I was not willing to finish my task of exploration until I had
explored the second of those mysterious twin craters of central Africa.
However, when I announced my intention to set out for Pujimbo forthwith, Queen
Arsolina was openly aghast. At first I imagined this was merely an expression
of her grief at losing such a dazzling table companion, but I soon saw that
she took personally the impropriety of a personal guest visiting the nation
she considered the deadly enemy of Bumoni.
I argued my case with spirit, tossing off some choice phrases from my debating
days at Cambridge, but the Queen was adamant she would not allow me to enact
my plan. I explained that, of course, Bumoni would always be first in my
affections and that my interest in Pujimbo was merely that of an
anthropologist with a book up his sleeve – but to no avail. Without Queen
Arsolina's assistance the next stage of my journey was in danger of
strangulation at birth at birth.
I was compelled therefore to improvise an alternative plan for reaching
Pujimbo, for the Watkinson-Gilkes are not easily deflected, even by Queens
with buttocks like Magdeburg Hemispheres.
Her majesty made no secret of her regret at my departure. I had no doubt that
her obsession with my body, married with her addiction to my scintillating
British conversation, comprised the key factors behind her demonstrations of
grief. As my bearers heaved me slowly up into the mountains I could still see
her figure in the distanc, waving first a handkerchief, then a sheet, from her
solitary balcony above the parade yard.
When at last we reached the borders of Bomoni on top of misty Mount Makebi, I
exchanged gifts with my bearers and set off on my own with nothing but a
backpack, rejecting the offers of the men to escort me through lower Katanga.
After a night sleeping in a cave, and a thorough shatting upon by bats, I rose
with determination, and, instead of continuing my journey north, set out along
the isolated mountain ridges towards the Pujimbo Crater.
Such was the inhospitality of the terrain that it was a full day before I came
within sight of human habitation, my boots lacerated by sharp flints on the
descent. I detected a plume of smoke in the distance and then the outlines of
a large village. An hour later I was exchanging gifts with local Pujimbi
elders and being treated to a feast of boiled gazelle and various mashed
stuff.
Compared to the Bumoni these Pujimbi were clearly much poorer, but their
hospitality was just as sincere. I was assigned a hut of my own on a small
bluff a few hundred yards outside the village and a personal maid to see to my
needs, though, as a Presbyterian, I didn't allow her to do as much for me as
she intended.
The following morning I was awoken by a herd of stampeding giraffes a short
distance away, and the terrified screaming of my maid, who had been sleeping
on a mat on the far side of my hut.
“The Bumoni! The Bumoni!” she was crying. “The Bumoni are here!”
I picked up my revolver and rushed to the doorway stark naked. The whole
village seemed to have been swallowed up by a cloud of smoke, and several of
the huts were on fire.
“You must hide!” cried the girl, and she pushed me under a large elephant skin
to the side of the hut. I crouched in the darkness with my gun at the ready.
Which was rather pointless because it wasn't loaded. Peeping through an
aperture in the elephant hide's ear I could discern fighting going on down in
the village, and the Pujimbi were having much the worst of it. Unlike the
Bomoni they did not have guns, and, after a brief resistance, they were
rounded up into cages.
I was calculating the chances of making a break for it when the decision was
made for me by a sudden gust of wind that lifted the elephant hide up into the
air like a flattened balloon, leaving me rather embarrassingly exposed to view
as it sailed away over a clump of trees. A loud whoop went up from a group of
Bumoni when they saw me, who then charged up the hill and captured me.
Ignoring my protestations that I was a British anthropologist, personally
acquainted with Queen Arsolina - in retrospect my use of the King's English
probably didn't add much to the situation either - they shoved me into a cage
full of Pujimbi. Well, I had wanted to study the Pujimbi at close quarters,
and now was my chance. As we rumbled off in the direction of Bumoni, leaving
the flaming village behind us, the prospect lost its appeal when they all
started farting, and the boiled gazelle came back to haunt us.
Four days later we arrived in the Bomoni capital and our cage was carried into
the court.
I must say that, despite the discomfort of the journey, and what must have
seemed to the casual onlooker as my serious plight, I had no doubts in my mind
that as soon as Queen Arsolina clapped eyes on me I would be released
instantly, with a great deal of apologising all round. My presence as an
honoured guest at her court would resume on its previous footing and all would
be just as before.
How wrong can a man be?
* * * |
The Wish 10 (Conclusion) | WARNING, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | <FONT size=2><P align=center>A final return for now to the adventures of Pau on the strange world of Lamorrah, although there might sometime be a sequel if there is enough interest.</P><P align=center>Pueros continued the tale after the apparent disappearance from the internet of Razor, upon whose idea the storyline was based. </P><P align=center>Pueros therefore hopes that he has finally done justice to Razor’s imagination and he thanks the loyal readers for their patience in awaiting this conclusion. </P></FONT> | ` **_
THE WISH
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Continued by Pueros,
based on an original idea by Razor.
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Chapter 10 – Coliseum
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
"Lick your mess up, perverted boy whore," Luda commanded the deeply humiliated
Thestis, after he had recovered from his latest shameful and obviously
masochistic productive orgasm. Observing the usual short whip in the
possession of the evil but highly attractive and alluringly sparsely clad
dominatrix, the beautiful naked youth felt that he had little option other
than to comply with the wicked woman’s order.
Thestis, hands still firmly bound together behind his bare back, therefore
knelt and leaned his sublime head, crowned by a silky shock of neatly trimmed
straight brown hair, towards the little white puddle he had just created on
the cool stone floor. The beautiful but now thoroughly abashed youth then
extended his tongue towards his spilt ejaculate and began to obey Luda’s
debasing instruction, hearing the tittering of both the evil dominatrix and
the attendant guards as he did so.
Apart from the acute embarrassment caused by having to perform such a
degrading chore whilst naked, Thestis actually did not find his task too
distasteful. This sentiment was substantially assisted by the fact that the
cobblestones that comprised the floor were clean and smooth rather than dirty
and grainy and so their tactility was not particularly distressing to the
beautiful youth’s sensitive tongue.
Finally believing that he had completed his demeaning duty, Thestis raised his
lovely head but not his knees from the cool floor. The beautiful youth knew
better than to have the temerity of standing again until Luda had inspected
the efficacy of his work. The lovely 16 year-old nude was rewarded for his
obvious exhibition of complete subjugation to the authority of the evil
dominatrix by a broadening of the smile on her comely and knowing face.
Luda was happily observing that Thestis not only had meekly complied with her
disgracing command but also was now clearly subserviently awaiting her
approval of his performance before regaining his feet. The evil dominatrix
revelled in her utter dominance over the beautiful youth with the seriously
imperilled genitals.
The smile that Luda currently bore naturally revealed no hint of kindness or
compassion but instead simply sinisterly reflected cruel satisfaction at her
supremacy over Thestis, which would soon extend to offering his impressive
smooth sexual organs to a certain hungry carnivore. The evil dominatrix also
now made a secret decision in her mind, which should have of importance to the
beautiful youth.
Luda decided that after Thestis had lost his masculinity, she would let him
live afterwards, serving her as a nullified slave. The evil dominatrix’s smile
then became even broader when she thought of the various ways in which she
would later torment the beautiful eunuch, both mentally and physically, in the
years ahead.
Luda, however, did not allow her amoral mind the luxury of concentrating on
such delightful thoughts for too long. The evil dominatrix had on this day a
lengthy and often bloody show to present in the coliseum, during which many
gorgeous teenagers would suffer grievously and frequently fatally, with
Thestis being one of the star performers, as his genitalia were offered for
the delectation of the trained tiger.
Having observed that Thestis had indeed completed his debasing chore, Luda was
still not yet prepared to allow the beautiful youth to put an end to his
current degradation. "You’ve not licked up all of your cum, perverted boy
whore," the evil dominatrix falsely accused the lovely 16 year-old, "so return
your inefficient tongue to your duty!"
Thestis appreciated that Luda knew that he had indeed accomplished his
demeaning task but was now indulging in a cruel game with him. However, the
beautiful youth also realised that he had little option but to play along. The
lovely 16 year-old’s head therefore soon leant forward again to enable his
tongue to lick some already previously cleansed cobblestones, to the
accompaniment of resumed tittering from the evil dominatrix and her guards.
Thestis lingered over his unnecessary chore for a while, wanting to provide a
show of comprehensive attention to his resumed task in order to try to
minimise the possibility that Luda might later still express false
dissatisfaction at his work. The beautiful naked youth was eventually rewarded
for such a disgraceful demonstration of oral efficiency by subsequently being
finally allowed by the evil and highly amused and smirking dominatrix to stand
again.
Luda now quite deliberately switched her gaze slowly from Thestis’ wondrous
face, which had reddened slightly as a result of his latest humiliation, to
the beautiful youth’s impressive smooth genitalia, where a little string of
extraneous semen dangled from the head of his currently semi-erect cock.
Whilst reinforcing her point by continuing to stare at the lovely 16 year-
old’s exposed sexual organs, the evil dominatrix then commented "I think you
know, perverted boy whore, that I’d normally beat you for your further
unauthorised orgasm. I also believe that you can guess where I’d flog you!"
Luda was rewarded for these remarks by the sudden twitching return to full
erection of Thestis’ unruly penis. By now, the evil dominatrix was fully aware
of the apparent strong masochistic element resident in the beautiful youth’s
sexuality and so she was therefore not surprised to observe such a
development. The wicked young woman was also secretly delighted to witness the
spectacle, as the lovely 16 year-old’s further penial embarrassment provided
her with another excuse to humiliate him verbally.
"I see, perverted boy whore," Luda declared with clear glee, "that all kinds
of threats to your masculinity excite you. Such carnal corruption just
provides me with another reason why I should deprive you of your genitalia as
soon as possible! However, before I despatch you rapidly towards a tiger that
loves to devour sexual organs such as yours, and despite the now obvious risk
of causing such a depraved masochistic as you to orgasm again, I’ll first
finish what I was saying about flogging you."
The possibility that Thestis might indeed shamefully climax once more in
response to Luda’s taunts was then exemplified by a further visibly intense
hardening and quivering of the beautiful youth’s unruly cock. The sight was
happily mentally noted by the evil dominatrix.
"Alas, perverted boy whore," Luda next announced with apparent regret, "you
must be presented in the arena of the coliseum in perfect physical condition
and so sadly I cannot flog your genitals now for your recent sexual
impertinence. There is also a strong likelihood that your sexual organs might
not be attached to your body by the end of the day for later chastisement. If
that is the case and your masculinity is instead being digested in the tiger’s
stomach, I’ll just have to be content with whipping the buttocks of a newly
created nullified eunuch!"
The string of residual semen dangling from Thestis’ cockhead finally fell onto
the cobblestones below, as the beautiful youth heard Luda’s threats. The
effect of gravity on the sperm had been substantially assisted by a fresh
strong outflow of precum, which had been masochistically renewed as a direct
result of the evil dominatrix’s sinister words.
"Lick your mess up, perverted boy whore," Luda then again commanded of the
abashed Thestis.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
The evil but highly attractive Black Queen lay naked on her huge bed, as she
slowly recovered from multiple sexual climaxes of previously unparalleled
intensity and ecstasy. Pau, similarly nude, being adorned only by the gold
phallic medallion gifted to him by Lea, was adjacent to her. However, the
divine youth’s own convalescence from an equally splendid, albeit single,
orgasm was somewhat marred by appreciation that the wicked monarch should not
take long to realise that she was not now changing into a goddess.
Pau looked down at his splendid but seriously endangered genitals, which,
despite just pleasuring themselves with the evil Black Queen’s resplendent
body, were still excited. The divine youth’s cum-covered cock, had remained
fulsomely erect, apparently demanding further gratification.
Pau again wondered for how long his highly impressive sexual organs would
remain attached to him.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans & Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
Several of the 21 former harem slaves, released by the evil Black Queen at
Pau’s behest, were either Calugulans or Lesbosians. The neighbouring countries
of these teenagers in flight were therefore natural destinations to which the
group of escapees would first head, especially as the relevant nationals
guaranteed safe passage onwards to their own homelands for their companions.
The 21 young escapees had been led by a troop of the evil Black Queen’s fierce
cavalry to the edge of the barren border wastelands, comprising wide plains of
blazing sandy yellow, interspersed by many large purple rocks and boulders,
which surrounded the wicked monarch’s domains. The former harem slaves had
then joyously ridden unescorted towards freedom, determined to put as much
time and space between them and their recent terrible past before resting.
All of the 21 were incredulous at their reprieve from terrible fates,
especially the girl of Pau’s dreams, Penethesileia, for whom the evil Black
Queen had planned a destiny far worse than any of the others, apart perhaps
from the pair destined to suffer in her mysterious 10th elimination chamber.
From some verbal indiscretions on the part of their escorting guards, all of
the escapees also now knew whom they had to thank for their salvation, namely
the final reincarnation of the son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the
Goddess of Love, Zamanna.
All, particularly Penethesileia, were naturally additionally exceedingly
grateful for the divine youth’s intervention and were very sorry to have to
leave him behind in the sinister custody of the evil Black Queen.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
"Well, divine boy," the evil Black Queen announced to Pau, as she rose,
temporarily sexually satiated, from her bed to redress quickly, "your sacred
genitals certainly provide a woman with immense pleasure. It’s therefore a bit
of a shame that I won’t let you keep them!"
"You see, divine boy," the evil Black Queen advised, "regardless of whether
you’ve now made me a goddess or not, I’m still going to treat you basically in
the same way that I originally proposed but even more harshly. I deeply
resented your impudence in blackmailing me into allowing 21 slaves to escape
the awful fates I had planned for them and shall therefore make you suffer for
such temerity."
"The sacrifice that I make by losing the prospect of the great pleasure that
your genitals could have provided me," the evil Black Queen added, "will be
compensated by two factors. Firstly, I’ll thoroughly endure personally
nullifying you. Secondly, if your impregnate can truly make someone a god, I
intend to ensure that I’m the last to be so honoured, whereas, if you spoke
falsely, I’ll need your sexual organs to make the elixir that’ll make me
immortally omnipotent on Lamorrah!"
"Guards!" the evil Black Queen, now redressed, then shouted and immediately
several sentinels, whose arms included the fearsome pain-sticks and who had
been waiting outside the door to the wicked monarch’s chambers, entered her
rooms. Meanwhile, Pau simply remained on the bed, appreciating that he could
do nothing to avoid his fate because of the ten nude 10 year-old children
currently being threatened with impalement in an outside courtyard.
The evil Black Queen pointed at the naked Pau and ordered her guards to "Take
him to the nullification chamber. I’m ready to torture severely that
delightful cock and those exquisite balls of his, as well as the rest of his
gorgeous young body. Also, make sure that the branding irons are red-hot, as I
propose to mark his genitalia with my insignia before I finally sever them."
As the naked Pau subsequently meekly allowed himself to be dragged off the bed
to his feet and then escorted towards his sad destiny, the evil Black Queen
remarked to him "In fact, divine boy, branding your genitals will be the first
torture that I’ll inflict on you!"
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
The sandy surface of the coliseum’s wide arena had already been soiled by many
bloodstains by the time that two beautiful bound naked youths were escorted
into the light of the two overhead suns from a gate, which led to steps
descending into the dark cellars and dungeons below. The almost capacity crowd
of 100,000 excited Caligulans, of both genders and all ages, roared in
approval in anticipation of the next spectacle. The only empty spaces on the
spectator terraces were in the imperial box because the Emperor, usually such
a fan of the horrific and frequently sanguine events in the amphitheatre, had
recently embarked on a secret military mission.
Many of the excited spectators recognised the next young male victims of
Luda’s sadistic and perverse entertainments from the acutely humiliating
wagon-ride round Caligula’s capital that the two youths had shared to
advertise this next event. Awaiting the pair of lovely 16 year-old nudes in
the middle of the arena were also a trio of sturdy posts, similar to those to
which they had been tied to undergo the deeply shameful vehicular promotion.
As during that debasing wagon-ride, the gorgeous smooth bodies of the youths
had been oiled, although on this occasion only their endangered genitalia had
been smeared with the substance. Also as previously, the sexual organs of both
lovely 16 year-olds were, despite their peril, degradingly fulsomely erect.
Thestis was now tempted to try to avoid his fate by being reluctant to advance
towards the waiting posts. However, his attendant pair of guards quickly ended
his hesitation by applying one of their pain-sticks to the rampant penis of
the beautiful youth. By the time that the lovely 16 year-old began to recover
from the subsequent acute anguish, he had already been immovably bound,
spreadeagled between two of the stakes.
The other youth, who was to share Thestis’ fate, was adjacent, having been
similarly positioned, despite his own sudden struggles. After recovering from
the mental and physical shock induced by the pain-sticks, the pair of lovely
16 year-old nudes then realised that they were now both momentarily alone on
the sandy surface of the amphitheatre. However, 100,000 raucous Caligulans
were watching them from the safety of terracing, which was protected by lofty
positioning above the floor of the arena.
The two youths next fearfully appreciated that a third being had joined them
on the sandy surface of the arena. From a gate directly in front of the pair
of lovely helpless 16 year-old nudes, an enormous tiger had emerged, growling
loudly.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans and Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
By coincidence, the group of 21 young escapees from the evil Black Queen’s
clutches encountered, coming the other way on the arid plain, the exclusively
female Lesbosian forces, who were determined somehow to capture Pau for
themselves. As the two overhead suns would finally set soon after another long
Lamorrah day, the two parties encamped amicably together.
The Lesbosian ruler leading the female army would normally have taken those
amongst the young escapees, who were not of her people, prisoner and enslaved
them, with the males involved being destined sooner or later for inevitable
castration. However, as those of her feminine race, who were amongst the
teenagers in flight, had promised safety to the others, the lesbian leader
desisted from her usual practice, despite having to admire greatly the evil
Black Queen’s apparent taste in girls and youths.
The attitude of the Lesbosian Queen was not entirely honourable. After
conversing with Penethesileia, to whom she was particularly attracted, the
lesbian leader realised that the beautiful girl could be not only the key to
securing Pau but also easily lured into her bed.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
Pau found himself once more resolutely chained naked, face-up and
spreadeagled, to a sturdy table. However, on this occasion, the sinister
chamber that he was in was clearly, judging from the variety of cruel
paraphernalia at hand nearby, intended not only for milking a male of his seed
but also for torturing victims severely. Knives, looped razor wire and a small
guillotine additionally indicated that the evil Black Queen might have access
to several methods of nullification. Nevertheless, the most ominous immediate
sight was the brazier with glowing coals, into which wooden-handled branding
irons had already been inserted.
The tremulous Pau appreciated that the small shaped metal tips of these irons,
which would undoubtedly reflect the evil Black Queen’s emblem of severed male
genitalia dangling from female fingers, would surely already be sufficiently
red-hot to brand his cock and balls without delay. Given the wicked monarch’s
earlier promise, the divine youth also realised that the agonising actuality
would probably take place as soon as she too arrived within the sinister
chamber.
Nevertheless, Pau’s cock remained resolutely vertically rigid, as if eagerly
and proudly standing at attention to receive the evil Black Queen’s mark.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Although the tiger was hungry and keen to devour the waiting oiled delicacies,
the trained animal did not rush towards the naked spreadeagled youths, who
were forcibly offering their manhoods for the beast’s delectation. The
carnivore simply strode slowly towards the proffered treats, whilst the
100,000 spectators shouted their approval about what the creature undoubtedly
proposed to do. Meanwhile, the endangered throbbing cocks of both lovely 16
year-old nudes masochistically rose to the vertical, pointing towards their
cute navels in apparent eager anticipation of the imminent severing bites to
come.
The petrified Thestis was again amazed at his dazzling body’s reaction to his
peril, as copious precum dribbled out of his threatened cockhead to ooze down
the slender throbbing penial shaft and over his smooth and fulsome scrotum
before falling onto the sand below. However, the mental incredulity of the
beautiful youth was short-lived, as the slowly approaching tiger instead
increasingly dominated the lovely 16 year-old’s attention.
The tiger’s jaw was open, drooling plentiful phlegm and revealing a
substantial array of viciously sharp fangs. The beast’s enormous tongue, which
had already on another day brought both 16 year-olds twice to shameful public
orgasm, was also evident.
Thestis’ intense trepidation was only slightly reduced by eventually
appreciating, after the tiger had finally come close, that the animal had
chosen the other youth to approach first. The lovely 16 year-old’s sensuous
brown eyes were then transfixed by the sight of the beast’s cool nose
intimately smelling the adjacent young victim’s rampant genitals, which were
dangling vulnerably between widely spreadeagled legs.
The tiger subsequently began to use its enormous tongue to lick the exposed
scrotum and vertical penis of the youth adjacent to Thestis, with surprising
gentleness for such a hungry vicious carnivore. As the animal did so, the
ferocious cat completely ignored his young victim’s sobbing loud repeated
entreaties, to no one in particular and of a type the creature had heard many
times previously, of "No! Please no! Please lead the beast away!"
The tiger was quickly rewarded for the licking of the youth’s genitalia with
the first spurts of cum to be seen in the arena that day, which the beast
greedily caught on its enormous tongue before swallowing with relish. However,
the lovely orgasmic 16 year-old producer of this additional delicacy then had
little time to appreciate his own simultaneous climactic ecstasy, as he
subsequently felt his genitalia being engulfed by the creature’s jaws.
Thestis then looked on with utter horror, whilst the sadistic crowd’s cheering
now reached a crescendo and as he watched the tiger bite off the adjacent
screaming youth’s sexual organs. The scenario depicted by the insignia in the
small shrine recently visited by the pair of 16 year-olds in the cellar bowels
of the coliseum was then re-enacted.
The tiger walked away from the freshly emasculated youth, with the 16 year-
old’s severed genitalia dangling from its bloodied jaws.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans & Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
"I’ll agree to your suggestion," the Lesbosian Queen advised the rather
innocent and still virginal Penethesileia, whose relatively closeted
upbringing meant that she did not appreciate the lesbian leader’s ultimate
intentions in respect of Pau, "on one condition." "Oh, what’s that, Majesty?"
the beautiful buxom 16 year-old girl asked of the older but nevertheless also
splendid female.
"You will allow me to make love to you tonight!" the Lesbosian Queen answered.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
Pau struggled mightily with the ties that bound him, face-up and spreadeagled,
to the table but even his new muscular strength could not come to his aid and
his beautiful naked body barely moved. The divine youth’s fresh motivation to
want to escape resulted from the appearance before his petrified blue eyes of
the little but ornate brand, glowing red-hot, which would soon permanently
mark his sexual organs as being the property of the evil Black Queen. Despite
the smallness of the insignia, the relevant portrayal of severed genitalia
dangling from feminine fingertips was clearly evident.
The smirking evil Black Queen herself held the branding iron by its wooden
handle in her right hand, whilst the forefinger of her left gently stroked
Pau’s fulsome erection. "I’m going to sear my mark here, divine boy," the
wicked monarch informed the appalled youth, whilst her nail indicated the
upper surface of the lovely 16 year-old’s rampant penial shaft.
"And then here!" the evil Black Queen added, as her nail moved round Pau’s
rigid cock to the other side of his vulnerable throbbing penial flesh. The
divine youth later felt the teasing fingertip slide down to his large smooth
scrotum, where it began gently to circle the bulges indicating the internal
presence of his testes. The wicked monarch subsequently announced "I’m also
going to brand your balls!"
Pau’s throbbing cock instantly expelled more copious precum, whilst the evil
Black Queen’s nail next moved to the smooth area just above the divine youth’s
sexual organs that, in a normal human male of his age, would sport some pubic
hair. The wicked monarch then continued "I’ll additionally mark you here, as a
permanent reminder of what I’ll soon be doing when I sever your genitalia!"
She was, of course, referring to an insignia that would remain after she
dangled the lovely 16 year-old’s unattached manhood from her fingers.
"Now prepare yourself, divine boy," the evil Black Queen finally suggested,
"to receive the first of your marks!" The wicked monarch then gripped the
underside of youth’s cock whilst aiming her branding iron at the upper middle
of the lovely 16 year-old’s throbbing erection.
A scream, indicating the infliction of extreme excruciation, then resounded
round the nullification chamber and the smell of his own burning flesh invaded
Pau’s nostrils.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
The tiger eventually placed the youth’s severed genitalia on the ground in
order to play with them for a while, pawing at the bloody cock and balls.
However, the animal quickly became bored with the activity and partially
satiated some hunger when the beast finally decided to devour the organs,
whilst in the process exhibiting further clear relish. Meanwhile, the 16 year-
old, to whom the sexual attributes had once been attached as one of his
proudest physical adornments, bled profusely from the untreated gaping wound
in his groin until unconsciousness finally overwhelmed his once dazzling naked
form.
Despite his normal compassion towards others, Thestis gave little thought to
the current sufferings of his fellow victim of the tiger’s appetite and
tastes. The beautiful youth, now crying and pleading in a similar fruitless
way to that demonstrated earlier by his now emasculated neighbour, was simply
too preoccupied with what the carnivore was now doing.
The tiger was currently intimately sniffing Thestis’ still-intact genitals,
presumably as a prelude to a second consumption of a certain scrumptious
delicacy.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans & Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
The two suns had set and the moons and stars had now appeared instead in the
sky above Lamorrah. Penethesileia had just bathed alone in one of the many
secondary waterholes, which made the present location ideal for the overnight
encampment shared by the Lesbosian army and the 21 escapees from the evil
Black Queen.
Penethesileia redressed in the simple but new and clean black tunic
reluctantly donated to her by her former evil owner to hide her previous
shameful nudity, although the exquisite girl appreciated that the garment
would not now remain on her for long. After all, the Lesbosian ruler was
eagerly waiting to make lesbian love to the gorgeous young virgin.
In fact, in a quiet and private sandy hollow amidst nearby purple boulders, an
originally apprehensive Penethesileia soon allowed the Lesbosian Queen to lift
up and remove her black tunic. The lesbian leader then fondled, kissed, licked
and sucked the magnificent girl’s sublime body, which was now completely
exposed, apart from those small parts obscured by a tiny thong. The older
woman particularly delighted in running her hands and mouth over the splendid
16 year-old’s buxom breasts and curvaceous buttocks.
The two females eventually lay on the sand under the moons and stars and
Penethesileia felt her tiny thong slide down and off her legs, which were then
gently spread apart whilst an eager tongue began to explore the virginal scene
now revealed. By now, the 16 year-old’s original apprehension about losing her
purity to another female had long since disappeared, being replaced by intense
pleasure, as she revelled in the attentions being paid to her immaculate nude
form by the Lesbosian Queen, who was herself still attired in her skimpy
costume.
The Lesbosian Queen carefully and gently manually and orally pleasured
Penethesileia for quite a while before finally interrupting her own enjoyment
to stand and disrobe. The younger girl below her now revelled in the sight of
all of her female lover’s own impeccable body being revealed, before suddenly
quivering in surprise and uttering a shocked "Ooooh!" when the lesbian leader
also unveiled something else, which she had previously concealed.
Penethesileia now saw that the newly naked Lesbosian Queen held a large
double-sided dildo in her hands. "Don’t be afraid," the lesbian leader
suggested in attempted reassurance to the obviously alarmed virgin, "as the
love with which I’ll now provide you will bring you unprecedented ecstasy!"
The Lesbosian Queen then knelt between Penethesileia’s splayed legs and
pointed the dildo at the vaginas of both the virgin and herself. The lesbian
leader subsequently leant forward to press the implement gently into both
their innards.
The beautiful Penethesileia now uttered another "Ooooh!" as she lost her
virginity to another female.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
An ordinary youth would probably have fainted in reaction to the application
of searing heat to his penis. However, Pau’s divine status and libido caused
him to respond differently, as his agonised erection erupted with copious
sperm on receiving the ominous brandmark of the evil Black Queen.
As the evil Black Queen later went to replace the iron in her hand with
another similar one from the brazier, which would be suitably red-hot in
readiness to inflict the next brand on Pau’s genitals, the divine youth’s
tearful blue eyes glanced downwards. The lovely 16 year-old saw his still
remarkably erect cum-splattered cock now displaying with apparent pride the
wicked monarch’s sinister insignia on the upper penial surface.
Pau soon next noticed the evil Black Queen return with her fresh iron and
ready herself to brand the lower flesh of the divine youth’s cock. Another
scream indicating the infliction of extreme excruciation then resounded round
the nullification chamber and the smell of his own burning flesh again invaded
the lovely 16 year-old’s nostrils.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Thestis was incredulous, as the tiger spurned the next genital delicacy on
offer and instead slowly walked away from the somehow still intact youth to
the distant gate from which the ferocious carnivore had originally emerged.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
"Now for your balls," the evil Black Queen informed Pau, whose cum-splattered
and miraculously still erect cock felt as if the shaft were alight.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
"You were lucky today, perverted boy whore," Luda commented to Thestis, as she
and two guards escorted the lovely 16 year-old, who was still amazed that he
had retained his manhood, back to his dungeon in the cellar bowels of the
dreadful coliseum, "whilst the other youth was not." "Remember, male slut,"
the evil dominatrix then began to advise in way of explanation, "the two
little jars on the altar in the shrine to you which you were taken for the
oiling of your genitals prior to your appearance in the arena? Your poor and
now nullified companion chose the wrong one!"
Thestis recalled that the other youth had, for his better genital discipline
whilst in the shrine, been given his choice of the two jars from which to
receive the oil for his doomed genitals. Both intended young victims of the
trained tiger had presumed that the contents of the small containers would be
the same and certainly the substances that emerged looked, smelt and initially
behaved similarly.
Luda did not wait for Thestis to answer her question, which was anyway
rhetorical, before informing "Well, perverted boy whore, the other youth
selected the wrong jar. It contained oil that made his genitalia even more
attractive to the tiger, whereas the alternative container included a
substance, which although apparently the same, was highly off-putting to the
animal. You see, male slut, I allow the beast to nullify only one of the two
poor offerings at a time, as the associated uncertainty regarding whom the
next victim will be better entertains the crowd!"
The compassionate Thestis’ relief at his narrow escape from nullification was
tempered somewhat by immense sympathy for the other youth, of whose ultimate
fate he was to remain forever uncertain. Abatement of fear for his own
masculinity was also lessened by Luda’s next words.
"However, I somehow doubt, perverted boy whore," Luda declared with
conviction, "that your genitals will escape the next endangerment I have
planned for them during my next arena presentation in 10 days’ time!"
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
Blood began to emerge from Pau’s bottom lip, which was an indication why his
latest scream, as the smooth scrotal skin protecting his left testicle was
branded, had been so muted. The divine youth’s mouth had quickly closed in
acute anguish and he had bitten his tongue.
The oral wound became worse shortly afterwards when the evil Black Queen
branded the other side of Pau’s impressive hairless scrotum.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
The tears of Pomona, who was still naked and incarcerated in one of the large
crowded dungeons located in the cellar bowels of the dreadful coliseum, became
more copious when she saw the similarly nude Thestis return to the same grim
environment. However, on this occasion, the increased feminine lachrymation
was not caused by grief, as had occurred when the beautiful youth had
originally been led away to confront his fate in the appalling arena above,
but by happiness. The exquisite 18 year-old girl knew that she now deeply
loved the lovely 16 year-old boy, despite the fact that they had never even
touched let alone been intimate in any other way, and her devoted attachment
was clearly reciprocated. The young female was therefore joyous that no harm
had apparently befallen her new beloved whilst he had been in the awful
amphitheatre overhead.
Pomoma’s gladness, however, would undoubtedly have been ruined if she had been
aware of what Luda had in mind for both her and Thestis during the evil
dominatrix’s next public presentation in the dreadful coliseum in 10 days’
time. The wicked young woman still planned to have the gorgeous 18 year-old
girl threatened with fatal rape by a very well endowed stallion horse.
Luda also now proposed to allow Thestis, and particularly his impressive
genitalia, to form an additional principal feature of the same entertainment.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
With his sexual organs now already excruciatingly burned four times by the
evil Black Queen’s insignia, Pau was almost insensible to the acute agony
induced by the fifth brand, accurately positioned just above his doomed
private parts. However, given that the mark depicted severed male genitalia
dangling from female fingers, the divine youth knew that the sinister symbol
would soon be a permanent reminder of his imminent nullification by the wicked
monarch, along with the resultant sad wound in his groin, which would replace
his lost manhood.
After she had applied this fifth brandmark, the evil Black Queen appreciated
that she needed to give even a sacred youth like Pau time to recover from his
recent deep distress so that he could fully appreciate the further torments to
come. The wicked monarch therefore temporarily departed the nullification
chamber but not before sinisterly commenting to the lovely but currently
acutely anguished 16 year-old that "I don’t think, divine but devious boy,
that I’m turning into a goddess!"
The evil Black Queen made this comment with remarkable calm and no apparent
hint of anger, as if she had expected Pau to have lied to her, although within
her nefarious soul she was furious at the youth’s now obvious deception. Her
intense wrath was only evident by her next ominous words, which now promised
"I’ll therefore be back later, divine but devious boy. I’ll then entertain
your cock and balls further with some rather nasty needles, before moving on
to substantially worse tortures and finally emasculating you!"
The fact that the evil Black Queen, in return for Pau’s earlier coercion,
would have perpetrated such sadistic deeds even if she had been currently
metamorphosing into a goddess did little to lessen the divine youth’s
increased trepidation.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Paul’s mother had still been unable to discover the source or background to
the poster that had been located on her son’s bedroom wall and which she had
returned to its original position. Having again returned home after visiting
her comatose offspring in hospital, she now lay on the teenager’s bed and
stared once more at the picture until eventually sleep overtook her.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
"Majesty," the young female servant advised the evil Black Queen, during the
latter’s break from torturing Pau, "a woman slave trader has arrived at the
palace. She offers to sell to you captured Lesbosian girls, as well as to
return something that she claims belongs to you."
The enormously rich Black Queen was a frequent magnet for such merchants, who
knew that they would receive excellent prices for fine goods. The wicked
monarch was always glad to boost her slave numbers through purchases as well
as from tribute and captives, especially as the supplies from the latter two
sources were now far less numerous because of her recent loss of omnipotence.
Despite her general parsimony, she also paid well because otherwise the
traders would simply take their invariably pulchritudinous merchandise
elsewhere.
The evil Black Queen, who especially like numbering Lesbosian girls amongst
her slaves, was therefore happy to hear about possible fresh acquisitions to
serve her. The wicked monarch was also intrigued by what the woman trader
proposed to return to her.
Consequently, the evil Black Queen eagerly went to the courtyard of her castle
palace, where the woman trader and her goods had assembled. The wicked monarch
then immediately and thankfully recognised the supposedly escaped
Penethesileia amongst those awaiting her arrival.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Thestis did not remain for long near Pomona in their dungeon, for he soon
found himself again suspended from the ceiling in Luda’s penance chamber. The
evil dominatrix had supervised the conclusion of the day’s sadistic, and for
many sadly fatal, events in the arena above before deciding to chastise the
beautiful youth for his earlier unauthorised orgasm in the small coliseum
shrine.
Luda, again holding a short whip in her hand, advised Thestis "As you’ve
retained your unruly cock and balls for now, perverted boy whore, I’ll
therefore flog them rather than your buttocks once more for your earlier
sexual ill-discipline!"
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
Arrayed for the inspection of the evil Black Queen were ten exceedingly
beautiful young Lesbosian girls, all bound and topless, as they were attired
only in minuscule yellow briefs. Also present was the similarly tied
Penethesileia, who was dressed in her simple black tunic.
Meanwhile, similar black tunics to that worn by Penethesileia covered the
group of highly attractive young women guarding the largely scantily-clad
captives for sale, suggesting that the sentinels were of the wicked monarch’s
own people. Despite the principally patriarchal nature of societies on
Lamorrah, common bisexuality ensured that such exclusively feminine bands of
slavers and bounty hunters, often personally indulging in lesbianism, were not
unusual in lands controlled by female rulers, who were invariably liberal to
such practices.
The evil Black Queen naturally first gravitated to her returned female harem
slave. "Where did you snare this creature?" the wicked monarch then asked of
the woman who was apparently the chief trader, as she lifted Penethesileia’s
chin to stare into the bound 16 year-old girl’s clearly apprehensive eyes. "We
caught her, Majesty," answered the leading young female merchant, "in the
borderlands, seemingly trying to escape your domains."
"She was with about 20 other apparent escapees, Majesty," the woman trader
continued, "but we only managed to capture this one. A little minor torture
soon elicited her story!"
"You’ll truly regret allowing yourself to be recaptured and returned to me
again," the evil Black Queen then advised Penethesileia, "because I assure you
that you won’t escape my wrath on this occasion. You can suffer grievously
alongside Pau before I despatch you both to my tenth elimination chamber!"
Penethesileia visibly shivered on hearing the sinister promise of the evil
Black Queen. However, despite the latter being tempted to continue verbally
tormenting the beautiful 16 year-old, the wicked monarch now temporarily
averted her attention towards the apparently similarly aged and splendid
Lesbosian girls being offered for sale to her.
"Where and how did you acquire these?" the evil Black Queen subsequently
enquired, as she visually and manually began to inspect the first Lesbosian
girl in line next to Penethesileia. "It was simple, Majesty," the woman trader
replied, "as my friends and I recently shared a waterhole with them overnight
and we managed to drug their drinks."
As the woman trader recounted this story, the evil Black Queen stopped
fondling the young Lesbosian’s exposed buxom breasts and instead leant forward
to pull the girl’s briefs down to her ankles. The wicked monarch then began to
inspect the splendid 16 year-old’s feminine genitalia.
The evil Black Queen eventually gently stroked the young Lesbosian’s clitoris
and thereby brought the libidinous girl to quick orgasm. "Hmmm," the wicked
monarch then commented cruelly, "if she normally climaxes so speedily, I might
have to have her circumcised sooner rather than later!"
The evil Black Queen then moved on to the next young Lesbosian in line, whose
own briefs were soon wrapped round her ankles rather than her loins.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Thestis’ cock and balls were again bright red and hurting intently, having
been comprehensively thrashed by Luda. However, the strong masochistic element
of the beautiful youth’s complex libido had also caused him the humiliation of
ejaculating once more during such lengthy infliction of genital distress, to
the secret delight of the evil dominatrix.
Luda then yet again described Thestis as a "Perverted boy whore!" before
suggesting that "You therefore deserve this!" The beautiful youth subsequently
felt the evil dominatrix grasping his genitals, cupping his smooth scrotum
firmly in her left palm. The lovely 16 year-old then felt the tip of a long
needle, held in the wicked young woman’s right hand, pressing against the side
of one of his testes.
"This needle, perverted boy whore," Luda announced with clear merriment, as
she pressed the little instrument remorselessly against Thestis’ initially
resistant testicle, "will pierce not only your scrotum but also both balls at
the same time. Enjoy!"
It appeared that the balls of a beautiful youth in the coliseum of Caligula
would receive the attention of a needle before similar suffering was endured
by another lovely 16 year-old in the faraway palace of the evil Black Queen.
Such speculation soon proved correct when early testicular resistance to
penetration was overcome and another resounding scream of pure agony echoed
round Luda’s cruel penance chamber.
The screaming continued relentlessly, as first one ball was pierced before the
sharp tip of the long needle presented itself to the next vulnerable testis
within Thestis’ distressed scrotum.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Whilst sleeping in her son’s bedroom, Paul’s mother experienced an unusual
dream about a strange world with two suns. When she later woke, she could not
shake the name ‘Lamorrah’ from her mind.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Thestis had now been left alone by Luda, with the beautiful youth still
dangling from the ceiling in her penance chamber. The lovely 16 year-old’s
genitalia remained a vivid red as a result of the recent flogging of his
sexual organs, whilst his softened cockhead continued to dribble a little
extraneous sperm.
The head and tip of a long needle were also visible on either side of the
agonised Thestis’ smooth scrotum, which was besmirched by two thin lines of
blood flowing from the relevant puncture holes.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
The evil Black Queen had leant forward to lower the briefs of the third young
Lesbosian when she suddenly felt a blade touch the side of her neck. "Do as I
say or die!" the voice of the no-longer reverential chief woman trader then
commanded.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Paul’s mother returned to her computer and typed the name ‘Lamorrah’ into a
search engine. Only one reference source resulted, which referred to a story
entitled ‘The Wish’, published at the eunuch.org website.
Paul’s mother immediately went to eunuch.org and began to read the story from
chapter 1.
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
The true identities of the supposed women traders were now revealed, as they
shed their black tunics, acquired from Penethesileia’s fellow escapees. The
female merchants were all Lesbosians, as was evident from their startling
skimpy attire, which comprised decorative bobbles, attached to rosy nipples on
otherwise exposed buxom breasts, tight minuscule skirts and tall leather
boots.
The presence of the Lesbosians’ own Queen, who was in her mid 20s and had
earlier played the role of chief woman trader, was also evident from the fact
that her flimsy attire was golden, whilst that of her subjects was yellow. The
formidable lesbian leader was additionally now holding her knife, previously
carefully hidden under her original tunic, against her evil royal
counterpart’s throat.
The other supposed women traders also now revealed their own array of hidden
knives, which were used to release their younger comrades, who had all been
playing the role of captives. Some spare weaponry was then given to the untied
hands of the freed females. However, Penethesileia was interestingly kept
bound.
"What do you want?" the evil Black Queen nervously asked of the Lesbosian
monarch, as she slowly returned to the vertical from her leaning position,
with the knife still firmly and worryingly pressing against her jugular. The
wicked monarch, who believed that she already knew the answer to her question,
also signalled to her own guards to keep their distance, as she did not want
to incur the blade’s displeasure.
The evil Black Queen could not initially understand how she had not recognised
the Lesbosian monarch, having received humiliating fealty from the lesbian
leader several years previously, prior to her local omnipotence beginning to
fade. However, she then appreciated that the time gap might have helped to
change her fellow ruler’s features or made her own mind forget them. She also
realised that her excitement at being falsely offered additional delectable
slaves from the formidable female race, as well as the returned Penethesileia,
must have made her stupidly unaware and unwisely incautious.
The evil Black Queen additionally recognised her most fundamental error.
Having recently been so preoccupied with Pau, the wicked monarch had neglected
her crystal ball, which would have told her about approaching enemies.
However, she now had little time to reflect on such errors, or the fact that,
if she somehow survived her present predicament, she would later ensure that
her duty palace guards were horribly executed for allowing secretly armed
females into her citadel. The Lesbosian ruler instead curtailed such thoughts
in the mind of her even more nefarious counterpart because she began to make
her demands.
"I want," the Lesbosian Queen demanded, whilst still firmly holding her knife
against the wicked monarch’s jugular, "the seed and genitals of the final
reincarnation of the son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of
Love, Zamanna, or the elixir made from them. You can’t have drunk it yet for
otherwise you’d already be omnipotent again and we’d not have been able to
capture you as we have." The still bound Penethesileia then interrupted to say
to the lesbian leader "But I thought that we were just here to rescue the
divine boy!"
Penethesileia had remained innocently ignorant about the magic of Pau’s
genitalia. The 16 year-old girl had therefore believed what the Lesbosian
Queen had told her, namely that, to please the gods and also in return for
allowing the female monarch to make love to her, the lesbian leader would help
her rescue the divine youth.
Even though Penethesileia had only briefly encountered the final reincarnation
of the son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna, she
had somehow appreciated that she strangely shared an affinity with him. She
also believed that she had a duty to try to rescue him from the vile clutches
of the evil Black Queen. After all, the divine youth had already similarly
saved her from the wicked monarch’s sadistic maliciousness.
"Shut the bitch up!" the Lesbosian Queen now ordered of one of her young
female warriors, who therefore quickly held her own knife to the throat of
Penethesileia. Nevertheless, despite this disturbing development, the
beautiful 16 year-old girl bravely continued to protest.
"But you promised to save the final reincarnation of the son of the God of
Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna," Penethesileia reminded the
Lesbosian ruler, "not harm him." "Silly child," the lesbian leader responded,
"I need his seed and genitalia to make me immortally all-powerful and nothing
is going to stop me from achieving such a destiny. Now, shut up or I’ll
instruct my warrior to slit your throat or, perhaps better, I’ll leave you
behind after we’ve gone to suffer instead at the hands of this wicked bitch!"
By the latter term, the female monarch was, of course, referring to her evil
counterpart, the Black Queen, against whose jugular her own blade still
rested.
The thought of either terrible fate threatened by the Lesbosian ruler now
finally encouraged Penethesileia to be silent. The evil Black Queen instead
now spoke and she did so with seemingly cowardly co-operation in answer to her
regal counterpart’s demands. "The genitals of the final reincarnation of the
son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna," the
wicked monarch advised, "are still attached to him. Do you want them severed
to be brought to you with the sacred seed I’ve already milked from his divine
body?"
The Lesbosian Queen pondered this question momentarily before replying "No!
Have the divine boy brought to me so that I can take him with me. I rather
fancy using my own hands to emasculate the final reincarnation of the son of
the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna, as well as
subsequently enslaving him as one of my nullified eunuchs!"
The evil Black Queen then issued relevant orders to her incompetent guards,
who did not yet appreciate that they would soon all be dead men if their
mistress survived her current encounter with her lesbian counterpart. Soon
afterwards, a large transparent jar full of semen was brought out into the
courtyard, along with the most beautiful youth that any of the Lesbosians had
ever seen.
Penethesileia had already acquired the same appreciation of Pau’s unparalleled
form, after he had originally unsuccessfully tried to rescue her and they had
both been subsequently humiliatingly dragged to the Black Queen’s city. Such
realisation had later subconsciously played an important role in the exquisite
girl’s desire to rescue the divine youth from the wicked monarch.
As the gorgeous blonde blue-eyed youth was naked, with his hands bound behind
his back, all female eyes were inevitably eventually slowly drawn to the
lovely 16 year-old’s exposed and impressive sacred genitalia, which had
apparently just been comprehensively branded with the evil Black Queen’s
insignia. "This is the final reincarnation of the son of the God of Desire,
Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna," the wicked monarch then rather
needlessly announced before advising "who’s otherwise known as Pau!"
Pau blushed at noticing so many scantily clad young females, as well as the
girl of his dreams, staring back at him and especially at his still agonised
genitalia. However, despite the acute pain in his groin, the sight also caused
his large cock to re-harden.
The Lesbosians had timed their entrance into the evil Black Queen’s castle
palace well, for the two overhead suns were setting. The outside streets of
the wicked monarch’s capital would therefore be emptying, thereby making rapid
escape from the city easier.
"Allow our horses to be brought in from outside," the Lesbosian Queen then
commanded of her regal female captive before instructing one of her own
warriors to "Have Pau and Penethesileia placed and bound together on one."
This was the first time that the divine youth learnt the true name of the girl
of his dreams.
Another disguised lesbian warrior had been guarding the horses concerned
outside the walls of the evil Black Queen’s castle palace. In order to suggest
that some of the younger Lesbosians had originally been captives, ready for
trading as slaves, to facilitate entrance into the surrounding city and
eventually the wicked monarch’s residence, the bound topless girls involved
had been dragged on foot by older mounted colleagues.
Consequently, as there were only a few spare steeds, originally themselves
disguised as packhorses in order to avoid suspicion, most of the Lesbosians
would all now need to share mounts to escape. However, as the lesbian race was
amongst Lamorrah’s most skilled riders, the loss of mobility from such
inconvenience was not substantial.
The latest order of the Lesbosian ruler was indicative that she had not
possessed any real intention of leaving Penethesileia behind with the evil
Black Queen. In fact, the lesbian leader wanted to enjoy the girl’s delectable
body many more times in the future before passing her on to subordinates after
she had eventually tired of her. Naturally, in such circumstances, the
immaculate young female form concerned would never be destined to experience
the sexual attentions of any male.
The evil Black Queen grumpily but nevertheless compliantly obeyed her
counterpart’s command and soon the daring Lesbosians were all mounted on their
own horses, with Pau and Penethesileia sharing a spare steed. The wicked
monarch herself was forcibly hauled onto the impressive mare of the lesbian
leader, with the latter sitting behind her, still holding the knife to her
throat.
"Tell your guards that no one is to follow us," the lesbian leader next
commander of the evil Black Queen, who, still fearful of the blade pressing
against her jugular, meekly complied. The wicked monarch fully appreciated
that the redoubtable reputation acquired by Lesbosians for being fearless in
the face of death was well earned.
Consequently, the evil Black Queen realised that, if she now tried to call any
imagined bluff on the Lesbosians’ part, her throat would undoubtedly be
fatally cut, even if such action meant the subsequent quick demise of her
captors at the hands of her far more numerous guards. The wicked monarch
wanted to survive her present predicament in order to contest supremacy of
Lamorrah on another day and so she did not intend to anger the formidable
lesbian warriors.
"If you continue to co-operate, I’ll release you when we reach the
borderlands," the Lesbosian ruler next advised the evil Black Queen, as the
cavalry party left the castle palace, mainly on shared horses, and rode
through the darkened quietening streets outside towards the main city gates.
"How can I trust you to keep your word?" the wicked monarch enquired, not
unnaturally given the circumstances, especially when, if the roles had been
reversed, she would not have been so honourable.
"You can’t," the Lesbosian ruler truthfully answered, "but will instead just
have to believe me when I say that I want you to live because I want you to
experience the humiliation of life under my suzerainty once I become
immortally omnipotent!" The evil Black Queen now immediately did respect the
lesbian leader’s word. The wicked monarch’s inherent sadism instantly enabled
her to appreciate that such a fate would actually be worse than death for such
a proud woman as herself. However, such realisation did not tempt her towards
taking any suicidal actions, as she still hoped that something might happen to
prevent such a disastrous scenario from materialising.
Meanwhile, Pau and Penethesileia, hands still bound behind them, were rather
intimately tied together on the same horse, which was being guided by that of
one of two Lesbosian warriors. The exquisite female captive was positioned in
the rear, whilst the waists of the young duo were fastened close together by
rope, with their feet similarly connected, albeit underneath their steed’s
belly.
Pau could now feel the girl of his dreams’ body for the first delicious time,
pressing against his own sacred naked form. In particular, his bare back could
savour the magnificence of the buxom breasts of the young female, covered only
by the thin cloth of her black tunic, compressed into his rear flesh. Her
groin also alluringly rested against his nude buttocks.
Pau’s recently re-formed shameful erection began to quiver visibly in salute
to such pleasurable experiences, a phenomenon exacerbated by the bounding of
the horse on which the young pair was mounted. Consequently, given the divine
youth’s amazing new libido and despite his current genital distress resulting
from the recent branding of his sacred sexual organs, the inevitable happened.
Stimulated by the long dreamed for intimate proximity of the girl of his
dreams, although Pau could certainly have hoped for better and freer
circumstances for such closeness, the divine youth re-entered highly
pleasurable orgasm. The lovely 16 year-old also could not help but groan in
ecstasy, as his sacred seed spilt onto the horse’s mane in front of him.
Penethesileia, whose own gorgeous body was currently experiencing strange
tingling sensations all over because of her own intimate proximity to Pau’s
immaculate form, could not in turn help but notice the divine youth entering
quite obvious sexual climax. The girl not only felt the lovely 16 year-old’s
closely bound shape shudder and moan ecstatically but also saw, from over his
bare shoulder, his sacred seed spurting in several fervent gushes onto the
horse’s head.
Despite their mutual peril and the fact that Pau would undoubtedly be deeply
ashamed of his exhibition of very strong male virility, Penethesileia was
actually glad to be an intimate witness to the seminal event. In fact, the
impeccable girl’s normally pure and innocent soul was deeply disappointed that
the divine youth’s sacred seed was not pouring into her own vagina.
It was then that Penethesileia began to realise that the divine Pau
represented the boy of her own dreams.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans & Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
The Lesbosian ruler’s word concerning the evil Black Queen’s fate was honoured
as soon as the yellow and purple plain that represented the border wastelands
between their two domains and that of the Caligulans was reached at dawn. The
latter monarch was simply degradingly pushed off the horse of the former to
land harshly on the sandy surface, where she was left with pride and dignity
rather damaged and immense fury aroused.
The evil Black Queen subsequently cursed the sight of the mounted Lesbosian
horses, as they then rode off towards the distant horizon in the direction of
the lesbian homeland. The wicked monarch also swore revenge, although how she
could gain such vengeance was currently beyond her mental reasoning, given
that her rival female monarch possessed Pau, with his genitals still attached
to him, albeit probably only temporarily, plus a jar full of the divine
youth’s sacred seed.
The evil Black Queen then contemplated the awful notion that surely the
Lesbosian ruler would not commit the same mistake as she had apparently
perpetrated, namely allowing Pau to keep his genitalia for too long. The
wicked monarch now appreciated that she should not have dallied in severing
the divine youth’s sexual organs after she had milked him dry of his sacred
seed.
The evil Black Queen realised that she should not have lost time by being
tempted to torture Pau and his genitalia before nullifying him but should
instead have simply quickly severed his sexual organs to make the magic elixir
that would have made her forever omnipotent on Lamorrah. The wicked monarch
also recognised that her delay might now cost her dear, especially as the
divine youth’s impregnate was clearly not turning her into a goddess. The
thought of being permanently subservient to the Lesbosian ruler then sent a
shiver down the sinister woman’s spine.
The evil Black Queen’s nefarious mind did not, however, concentrate on such
distressing appraisals for too long, as she instead began to contemplate how
she could extricate herself from her current predicament, alone on a forsaken
arid plain, far from her capital city. The wicked monarch’s apprehension about
her situation was intensified by appreciation that, without her warrior
guards, she was vulnerable to attack from even her own subject people, whom
she knew detested her for her cruel rule.
As the two suns rose from the horizon, the evil Black Queen trudged across the
yellow sand, interspersed by large purple rocks and boulders, back towards her
dark domains, with trepidation for her own future weighing heavily in her
wicked mind.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Thestis’ acutely anguished mind could not properly judge whether the eventual
removal of the needle piercing his balls was as painful as its original
insertion, as a happy Luda now retrieved her sadistic implement from the
beautiful youth’s smooth but bloodied scrotum.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans & Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
The Lesbosians rode hard across the yellow and purple plain for the whole day,
only halting at the occasional oasis to allow themselves and their horses a
short rest and some much needed refreshment. However, during such stops,
neither Pau nor Penethesileia were dismounted or provided with water to quench
their own increasingly severe thirsts.
Pau, ever selfless, eventually begged the Lesbosian Queen for some water
during one of the stoppages, although for Penethesileia rather than himself.
The divine youth did so coincidentally at the same little oasis at which he
had first spotted the girl of his dreams bathing, although he failed to
appreciate this fact.
Pau’s kind entreaty made Penethesileia even more endeared towards the
beautiful youth. Her attitude was only reinforced when he was rewarded for his
request not only by a refusal but also by a harsh and very hurtful hit across
the vulnerable raised soles of his feet from the lesbian leader’s leather
riding crop. The blow was made even more agonisingly noticeable to the lovely
16 year-old because the excruciation derived from his recent genital branding
had by now disappeared, presumably because of the ability of his divine body
to heal rapidly.
Pau’s subsequent pained yelp was quickly soothed by a gentle whisper in his
ear from Penethesileia, who thanked him sincerely for his attempt to provide
her with water but also forbade him to make any more pleas on her behalf. The
concerned but also admiring tone in the girl’s muffled voice now gave the
divine youth the first clue that his feelings towards the similarly aged young
female might be reciprocated.
Having chastised Pau for making his impertinent request for water, the
Lesbosian Queen noticed the undried semen spilt on the mane of the horse on
which the beautiful youth and Penethesileia remained mounted. "Well, final
reincarnation of the son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of
Love, Zamanna," the smirking lesbian leader commented in reaction to the
visible evidence, "I see that the legendary libido of one such as you has
caused your branded genitalia to be productive!"
The now blushing Pau could not deny this truth, especially as the sight of
some extraneous sperm, visible on his still semi-erect cockhead, supported the
original proof. The divine youth’s embarrassment was then subsumed by
astonishment, as the Lesbosian Queen carefully collected his sacred seminal
spillage, including that on his penis, with her fingers, which she
subsequently licked clean.
The Lesbosian Queen next remarked, in explanation of her action, "Your
hallowed cum, divine boy, belongs only to me until I nullify you and you are
then no longer capable of producing your sacred seed!"
(Domains of the Black Queen, Lamorrah)
The evil Black Queen was experiencing the first occasion that she could
remember being grateful for anyone disobeying her commands. One of her warrior
commanders had eventually summoned the nous and mettle to lead a small troop
of cavalry in careful pursuit of their abducted monarch. However, he did so
not out of any regard for his mistress but from fear that, if he did not make
some attempt to retrieve her, she might somehow manage to return through her
own devices to reek nasty vengeance on her negligent soldiers and particularly
their officers.
The tracking cavalry troop eventually came across a rather dishevelled and
extremely worried and angry Black Queen walking along a narrow path within the
dark ravine that ultimately led to her distant capital city. The commander had
possessed the foresight to bring a spare horse, which his monarch mounted to
order a desperate pursuit of the Lesbosians and their immensely precious young
male captive.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans & Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
The two suns of Lamorrah were again setting. The Lesbosian Queen therefore
decided to encamp for the night at another oasis and this time she allowed Pau
and Penethesileia to be finally dismounted from their horse and permitted some
water, as well as food. However, the lesbian leader’s largesse was not
altruistic, as she simply did not want either young captive dying on her
whilst she returned to her homeland, where she would make herself forever
omnipotent.
The Lesbosian Queen also did not permit the manual bondage of the two young
captives to be relaxed. Consequently, Pau and Penethesileia were compelled to
drink from the waterhole and eat from bowls like dogs, kneeling with their
hands still tied behind their backs and with their delightful bottoms
degradingly protruding upwards into the air.
Such a debasing posture caused Penethesileia’s short black tunic to rise up
her exquisite body to reveal, as she only wore a sparse thong underneath, the
magnificent full curvature of her lustrous buttocks. The watching Lesbosian
Queen was most grateful for the spectacle. The lesbian leader was also happy
at the sight of the naked Pau adopting a similar demeaning stance, albeit for
different reasons.
There were certain elements in the character of the Lesbosians that made the
formidable female race, not least the Queen, enjoy humiliating males. The
vision of Pau’s doomed genitalia, which hung low under his uplifted bottom
between his legs as he drank and ate, and which would soon provide the lesbian
leader with permanent ultimate power over Lamorrah, afforded the woman monarch
particular immense satisfaction.
Beyond the low hanging male sexual organs, the Lesbosian Queen could see the
gold phallic medallion gifted by Lea, which still represented Pau’s only non-
physical adornment, also dangling, perhaps in a rather prescient fashion.
After all, the lesbian leader happily appreciated, the genitalia of precious
metal were obviously not attached to a masculine groin.
The Lesbosian Queen was additionally amused by the thought that Penethesileia
had actually innocently provided the bright idea for capturing Pau, although
the younger female had foolishly believed that the daring action undertaken
was to rescue someone to whom she owed a favour. The naďve 16 year-old girl
had deliberately been made to think that the lesbian leader, of whose true
mission she had been kept unaware, was prepared to help only to please the
gods and to be able to make love to her.
Penethesileia had assisted the Lesbosian Queen not only by propounding her
bright idea and being one of the lures to encourage the evil Black Queen to
drop her guard but also by providing important information about the wicked
monarch and her castle palace. Such crucial data had been invaluable in
ensuring that the girl’s clever plan succeeded.
After Pau and Penethesileia had been adequately watered and fed, the Lesbosian
Queen ordered that the young pair be brought before her. Although the lesbian
leader proposed to sleep overnight again with the magnificent girl, forcibly
if necessary, she now first concentrated on the divine youth, particularly his
impressive sacred genitalia.
Pau again experienced deep humiliation when the Lesbosian Queen happily cupped
his smooth scrotum in her hands and began gently to feel its texture and
contents. The divine youth’s abashment was increased when his already semi-
erect cock became fully hard in reaction to such degrading manual attention.
Pau’s shame was, however, temporarily overwhelmed by amazement when the
Lesbosian Queen commented "I see, divine boy, that the Black Queen’s
brandmarks are fading." The remark caused the beautiful youth to glance down
his body towards his highly impressive and now rampant sexual organs to check
the veracity of the lesbian leader’s statement.
Pau then observed that the Lesbosian Queen spoke the truth for the insignia
adorning the upper surface of his hard and throbbing penial shaft had indeed
miraculously become much less vivid. The beautiful naked youth subsequently
also recognised the correctness of the lesbian leader’s next assertions, when
she suggested "The speedy fading of the brands, divine boy, must be associated
with the hallowed nature of your sacred body and genitals. I’m sure that the
marks will soon disappear completely!"
Pau’s satisfaction at this unexpected revelation was then terminated when the
Lesbosian Queen, still gently fondling the divine youth’s scrotum, added "But
I wonder if the brandmarks will have faded completely by the time that you are
presented to my people immediately on my return to my capital."
"You see, divine boy," the Lesbosian Queen advised, "then, in the temple of
the lesbian goddess, Sappho, I'll cut your sacred genitals off!"
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah, several days later)
The day of Luda’s next presentation in the dreadful coliseum arrived. Thestis,
scrotum quickly healed after the excruciating piercing by needle, in line with
the usual rapidity of Lamorrah physiological recuperation, and Pomona now
discovered what parts they were to play in the sadistic entertainments before
another packed crowd of 100,000 baying spectators, with only the imperial box
still devoid of customers.
After the customary careful bodily cleansing and grooming, the naked and bound
Thestis and Pomona had been escorted by guards, accompanied by Luda, into the
already bloodied arena, where the frame to which the girl would be tied to
enjoy fatal coitus with a stallion awaited her. However, the gorgeous 18 year-
old female still did not know that Luda proposed this awful ritual to be her
destiny and, in fact, both she and the beautiful youth were initially unsure
for whom the sinister wooden structure was intended.
Both Thestis and Pomona were both acutely ashamed to be publicly nude, as well
as rightly frightened, although their fears were mainly selflessly concerned
about the harm that might now befall their companion rather than their own
rather brave forms. Their courage also assisted them to walk towards their
destinies with hardly any hesitation, as neither wanted to display cowardice,
especially in front of each other.
The assignment of the frame was then discovered when the guards tied the nude
Pomona, off the ground, spreadeagled, face-forward but slightly bent backwards
at the waist, to the structure, despite Thestis’ sudden desire to try to
rescue her from such a fate. The beautiful youth’s belated action was swiftly
ended by the application of a pain-stick to his penis.
When the still bound Thestis subsequently recovered from the temporary
paralysing agony induced by this pain-stick, the beautiful youth found that he
had been positioned directly in front of Pomona. Here, his smooth sexual
organs had been resolutely fastened by firmly encircling razor wire to a metal
ring immovably embedded in the ground. The lovely 16 year-old also noticed
that any movement on his part caused the sinisterly dangerous genital
encasement to tighten and threaten to nullify him.
Luda now appraised the appalled Thestis of the choice he now had to make.
"Soon, perverted boy whore," the evil dominatrix informed, "a trained
stallion, possessing an enormous equine member, will be led into the arena.
The horse will spy your beloved girlfriend and immediately want to enjoy
intercourse with her, a desire that will be granted unless you care to prevent
the beast doing so. Such prevention can be achieved simply by standing on the
lever that you can see at the bottom of the frame on which the young female is
spreadeagled. This action will immediately release her ties, enabling her to
fall to the ground and escape fatal sexual intrusion."
"However," Luda sadistically concluded, "given the razor wire tightly encasing
your genitals, perverted boy whore, you’ll first have to emasculate yourself
in order to be able to rescue the girl!"
(Domains of a certain Queen, Lamorrah)
The activity within the vast temple was concentrated on one spot. A large
rectangular stone vat, much hidden by the swirls of white vapour that emerged
from inside, was located before the high altar and surrounded by priests,
attired only in skirts of pure white silk and large silver medallions
depicting an elaborate snowflake.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
A gate, distant but immediately in front of the petrified Pomona opened, and a
large black stallion was led into the arena. The horse, well aware of what
such an entrance entailed, was already proudly displaying an enormous and
eager erection underneath its belly.
The stallion’s six handlers encountered difficulty in controlling the rampant
horse, which would have preferred to gallop towards the satisfaction of its
urgent sexual need, as opposed to having to trot more slowly towards the
waiting girl. However, the sextet somehow managed to restrain the steed from
fulfilling its duty in its more favoured manner.
Nevertheless, to the watching and terrified Pomona, who now realised what her
awful fate was to be, and Thestis, the stallion’s advance towards them at only
a slow pace was little consolation. The beautiful naked youth, now standing
with his hands still bound behind his back, also perceived that he himself
could not make much headway towards the vulnerable girl without the loop of
razor wire encasing his genitals threatening to close completely.
Thestis’ time of decision was additionally approaching with the gradual
advance of the stallion. The severance of the beautiful youth’s genitals
would, of course, subsequently, if he survived, make him unable to consummate
his newly found love and passion for Pomona. However, those same sentiments
also made the lovely 16 year-old realise that he could not let the girl die
and that he would just have to admire her from the perspective of a nullified
eunuch.
Thestis therefore bravely and determinedly decided to advance to save Pomona,
whilst severing his own masculinity in the process.
(Domains of a certain Queen, Lamorrah)
The priests, all around 30 years of age, were pulling on eight chains linked
via pulleys above to a big marble slab, with a slightly humanlike but
otherwise amorphous shape on top. The men were using all their might to lower
the stone platform carefully into the mists rising from the vat.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Thestis was literally stopped in his tracks from embarking upon his brave but
sad intent by the loud sound of a trumpet heralding the arrival of someone
very important into the arena. The beautiful, courageous and selfless youth
turned to see a contingent of imperial cavalry enter the amphitheatre, led by
Emperor Caligula himself.
Caligula’s own magnificent horse was connected by rope to the necks of a
beautiful youth, attired only in a skimpy red loincloth, and naked, oiled
girl, who were both blonde and blue-eyed and on foot, with their hands bound
behind them. Thestis could not recall seeing such a gorgeous, matching, young
male and female couple previously, although his natural modesty had somewhat
clouded his judgement, as he and Pomona were also worthy contenders for such a
description.
Luda, recognising that the coliseum entertainment to be provided by Thestis
and Pomona had been abruptly overshadowed by the unanticipated and somehow
triumphal arrival of Caligula, immediately suspended the act, much to the
disappointment of a certain frustrated stallion. The latter was led
reluctantly back out of the arena, with the horse’s handlers perhaps not
unexpectedly experiencing even greater difficulty in controlling the beast
than when they had originally entered the amphitheatre.
With great speed and proficiency, which was a testament to Luda’s
effectiveness as the director of coliseum operations, Thestis and Pomona were
also released relatively unharmed from their restrictions. They were then
escorted to a holding cage on the perimeter of the arena, whilst the frame to
which the girl had been bound was similarly sidelined. The amphitheatre was
now clear for whatever the Emperor Caligula intended.
As he gratefully departed the scary scene in the centre of the arena,
exceedingly thankful that for now he and Pomona had miraculously retained
respectively masculinity and life, Thestis noticed a vivid red stripe running
round the base of his smooth scrotum. The mark indicated the deep but
fortunately not completed bite into his genitals made by the cruel razor wire.
Thestis then began to wonder whom the youth and girl, being brought by
Caligula to replace him and Pomona in the middle of the dreadful coliseum,
could possibly be.
(Border Wastelands between the domains of the Black Queen & those of the
Caligulans & Lesbosians, Lamorrah, several days previously)
"I don’t think, Majesty," a male voice declared from nearby, "that it’ll be
you who cuts off the divine boy’s genitalia!" The Lesbosian Queen looked to
see who had made such a startling declaration and recognised the man
immediately.
The lesbian leader also instantly regretted one key aspect of Penethesileia’s
plan of deception to rescue the final reincarnation of the son of the God of
Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna. This had been the
confinement of her accompanying Lesbosians to only a small number of her best
warriors. The Queen had therefore ordered the remainder of the large army she
had originally assembled to try to capture Pau to retreat from the wastelands
to remain in the more hospitable border areas of her homeland to await her
hopefully triumphant return with the divine youth.
Consequently, although the Lesbosian Queen’s current small but brave and
skilled force would have been more than a match for a similarly or even
slightly more numerous enemy, they would certainly eventually be fatally
overwhelmed by the much larger array of male soldiers that now surrounded
them. The lesbian leader also appreciated that the Emperor Caligula, who led
the men, would have recognised this reality too, after he had fortuitously
sought to encamp his own army at the same waterhole that the woman monarch had
chosen for the night.
Caligula had noticed from a distance the presence of campfires at the
waterhole and had ordered a careful furtive approach towards the little oasis.
The Emperor had subsequently naturally been delighted to perceive the presence
of the Lesbosian Quuen and the identity, obvious from the gold phallic
medallion worn, of a certain young male captive in her possession.
The unexpected but most welcome development meant that Caligula did not have
to try to formulate his own plan for somehow snatching the final reincarnation
of the son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna,
from the sinister clutches of the evil Black Queen. A pleasant additional
bonus was the full jar of sperm, whose upper part visibly protruded from the
saddlebag belonging to the lesbian leader.
"Surrender the divine boy and his sacred semen," Caligula proposed to the
Lesbosian ruler, "and I’ll let you and your warriors return to your homeland
unharmed." The Emperor preferred not to embark upon a messy fight to capture
Pau, even though his much more numerous forces meant that victory was
inevitable.
Caligula also realised that letting an enemy ruler go free would not matter
much in the long term, as he would soon be forever all-powerful on Lamorrah.
Looking at the highly attractive and erotically scantily clad Queen, the
Emperor additionally rather fancied eventually compelling her to his bed once
he had achieved omnipotence. In his opinion, the fact that the Lesbosian
leader was a committed lesbian would only add to the attractiveness of the
occasion.
The Lesbosian Queen was a realist as well. Given the respective mismatched
numbers of the opposing forces, she therefore appreciated that resistance to
Caligula’s suggestion to surrender Pau and the divine youth’s sacred semen
would not only be futile but also a waste of her own life and that of her
brave warriors. The lesbian leader found the likelihood of soon being forever
subservient to a male such as the Emperor extremely unattractive but this
scenario now appeared inevitable whatever she did. She additionally felt a
sense of duty to try to survive her current predicament to guide her
formidable female race through the impending disaster.
The Lesbosian Queen therefore reluctantly surrendered Pau and the jar of
hallowed cum to Caligula, although the divine youth initially attempted to
resist this development. The lovely 16 year-old tried to shake off the female
warriors who were now guiding him towards the Emperor, whilst he
simultaneously screamed at the smirking male leader, of whose name, status and
title he was still unaware.
"I’ll bring a sacred curse down on you," Pau shouted at Caligula, "if you
don’t take the girl captive with you as well as me. However, if you let her go
with us, I’ll be completely compliant to all your wishes!" The divine youth
had no intention of being separated from Penethesileia, much to the quiet glee
of the watching girl concerned.
Caligula knew that the beautiful naked youth was of divine origins but was not
a god. The Emperor therefore doubted that a curse cast by the lovely 16 year-
old nude would be effective. He also appreciated that any lack of obedience on
the boy’s part could easily be overcome.
Nevertheless, after casting his lecherous eyes over the splendid girl captive
in question, Caligula decided that she should also comprise part of the booty
from his current encounter with the Lesbosian Queen. However, the Emperor also
determined that the final reincarnation of the son of the God of Desire,
Seporr, and the Goddess of Love, Zamanna, should have to pay a price for his
effrontery in trying to use coercion to achieve such an outcome.
Caligula therefore addressed Pau and advised the beautiful youth "I shall
indeed claim the girl captive but, divine boy, I’ll also expect more than just
obedience from you in return. You’ll submit yourself to receive a good
flogging for your impertinence in trying to blackmail me and later you’ll
additionally have to fight for the young female’s life in my coliseum!"
Caligula added the latter condition because he was always happy to help Luda
to present interesting entertainments in his coliseum. The Emperor thought
that the spectacle of forcing the divine youth to fight the most ferocious
imperial man-eating tiger in order to save the girl would be a worthy prelude
to the subsequent public nullification of the boy in his arena.
Caligula appreciated that even if the beast killed both girl and boy, the
sacred genitalia of the divine youth could still be rescued for the later
creation of the elixir that would make the Emperor forever omnipotent. The
hallowed young sexual attributes concerned would be smeared with the same oil,
distasteful to tigers, which had already saved the male reproductive organs of
the very grateful Thestis.
Pau now realised that he had little choice but to accept the terms demanded by
the man, whom he now recognised because he had seen his face previously. The
divine youth had then been a 15 year-old named ‘Paul’, who had again viewed
the poster on his bedroom wall in Chicago on a planet called ‘Earth’.
To 16 year-old Pau, that act now seemed to have happened an eternity ago,
which, for all he knew from the perspective of the strange universe in which
he now lived, might actually have been the case. After all, the event
certainly occurred on another world entirely and could conceivably easily have
taken place in the context of a completely different time phase.
Paul of Chicago had thought the man in the imperial box of a coliseum to be a
Roman Emperor called ‘Caligula’. However, the American youth had not known
that that particular historical character had been assassinated about four
decades before the great amphitheatre of Earth’s ‘Eternal City’ had been
built.
Paul, in his new manifestation of Pau on Lamorrah, now appreciated his
mistake. The man in the poster was not a Roman Emperor.
Pau also realised that the poster on his bedroom wall on Earth was likely to
prove prophetic. The divine youth now recognised himself as the young
loincloth-clad warrior in the picture, about to defend a naked Penethesileia
and himself from the attentions of a tiger advancing menacingly towards them
in a vast and crowded coliseum.
Pau now knew that a certain wish that he had made as Paul on Earth was soon to
come true.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah, several days later)
Given the miraculous curative powers of his literally divine body, Pau’s
gorgeous form now displayed no sign of genital branding or of the many whip
marks inflicted on his back and buttocks on Caligula’s orders. The divine
youth’s sexual organs, having been smeared with appropriate oil repugnant to
tigers, were also now covered by a skimpy red loincloth, with golden phallic
insignia on the sparse front and rear flaps, which matched the symbolism of
his medallion. The minuscule garment was a replica of the attire originally
awarded him by Lea.
Caligula had been keen to respect Pau’s divine status by grooming and dressing
him correctly for his appearance in the coliseum, where, after trying to
defend Penethesileia from being devoured by a tiger, he would be stripped and
nullified, alive or dead. Imperial motivation for showing such initial regard
in terms of appearance resulted from the fact that anything that reinforced
the great significance of the hallowed 16 year-old only added to the glory
enjoyed by the Emperor for displaying the sacred young captive before the
people.
Meanwhile, Penethesileia had been stripped naked, with her whole exquisite
body then being smeared with the oil that was highly attractive to hungry
tigers. Such a covering ensured that any such ravenous beasts introduced to
her would find her allures as a food totally compelling.
Caligula had returned to the environs of his capital on the previous evening
with his prize captive, plus the young female prisoner. However, the Emperor
had then decided to encamp secretly outside the city in order to surprise his
people by presenting the divine youth and mortal girl to them during the
coliseum entertainments scheduled, even in his absence, for the next day.
Caligula appreciated that neither Luda nor his people would be unhappy at such
an interruption to the arena events planned by his senior coliseum dominatrix.
The Emperor realised that they would instead be immensely pleased to see the
final reincarnation of the son of the God of Desire, Seporr, and the Goddess
of Love, Zamanna, fighting a ferocious tiger and then being nullified, either
alive or dead.
The other entertainments could also subsequently be resumed, with the return
of Thestis and Pomona to face their own fates.
(Domains of the Lesbosians, Lamorrah)
The Lesbosian Queen had reluctantly accepted the loss of Pau and his large jar
of milked sacred seed, as well as the exceptionally beautiful Penethesileia,
to Caligula in return for her own safety and that of her accompanying
warriors. However, the lesbian leader was not prepared to accept surrender in
her attempt to gain omnipotence so easily.
The Lesbosian Queen and her small troop of young female warriors therefore
rushed back to the border areas of their homeland to rejoin the rest of their
formidable army in order then to attack Caligula’s domains. The lesbian leader
still hoped that she might have the opportunity to retrieve Pau’s sacred
genitalia before they were pulped and consumed with the divine youth’s milked
sperm by the Emperor.
Meanwhile, having learnt from spies about the new unexpected turn of events,
the evil Black Queen was also embarking upon a similar invasion of Caligulan
lands with her own gathered army. However, the two female monarchs did not
know that they were already too late to deflect the Emperor from his intent to
become omnipotent. By sunset of the present day, he would have nullified Pau
and made and consumed the magic elixir, comprising the divine youth’s sacred
seed and pulped genitalia.
The two Queens were still several days’ journey away from reaching Caligula’s
capital.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Paul on Earth had once looked up at the poster on the far wall of his bedroom,
which depicted a near-naked warrior facing, crouched and with sword in hand,
an approaching tiger, which was ready to spring. The muscles of both the young
man and beast rippled in anticipation of the clash that was only seconds away.
At the hero’s feet was an incredibly buxom blonde, one of her bare breasts and
full uncovered back and magnificently curvaceous bottom visible to the viewer.
In the background were the rotund stands of a coliseum, with an Emperor
Caligula portrayed, eagerly awaiting the imminent bloody spectacle.
Paul on Earth had wondered what kind of monster would delight in the killing
of a girl, and not just any young female for the American youth considered
this one’s beauty to be perfect. Only the young warrior, in his minuscule
loincloth, stood between her and the great beast and certain death.
Pau on Lomorrah, however, having been unbound and armed with a small sword,
now knew what kind of monster would revel in the bloody spectacle, as the
divine youth waited for the tiger to leap at him, whilst the Lamorrah version
of the Emperor Caligula watched with great excitement.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Paul’s mother had recently been sleeping in her son’s vacant bed. She usually
lapsed into slumber whilst staring at the poster restored to the far wall and
wondering whether the story entitled ‘The Wish’ at eunuch.org was merely an
amazing coincidence or somehow actually applied to her circumstances and that
of her comatose offspring.
In the middle of this night, Paul’s mother was awoken not by the customary
nightmares invariably involving her son but by the sound of the telephone
ringing. When she eventually answered the call, she discovered that a duty
nurse, currently caring for her comatose offspring at the local hospital, was
on the line.
"Come quickly," the nurse requested urgently of the mother, "as your son’s
health has suddenly deteriorated both unexpectedly and seriously!"
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Paul on Earth had fantasised that the young man in the poster would save the
gorgeous young female by killing the tiger. Soldiers would then come to
collect them and take them to prison. However, after subsequent adventurous
escape, the girl of his dreams would give herself to him. She would ride on
her rescuer’s giant cock and they would copulate deliriously until they were
recaptured and the story would then all be repeated.
Paul had longed to be the warrior, standing virtually nude, sword in hand,
before thousands of bloodthirsty raucous spectators, defying their wishes to
protect the girl successfully from evil, that beautiful, petrified but also
willing, shameless and voluptuous creature. As the then 15 year-old boy had
masturbated himself, whilst again looking jealously at the exotic and erotic
picture, he had made a fateful wish that he could be the handsome young hero
in such a setting.
As the ferocious tiger approached the loincloth-clad Pau in the coliseum on
Lamorrah, with the naked and oiled Penethesileia at his feet, the divine youth
recognised that his wish had been granted but that the ultimate outcome might
not be as he had fantasised on Earth. The now lovely and brave 16 year-old
hoped to kill the tiger and save the girl of his dreams. However, he could not
envisage any scenario in which he could subsequently prevent himself from
losing his genitalia, given that he was surrounded by 100,000 raucous
Caligulans, who were expecting to be treated to such a spectacle.
The idea that Penethesileia would ever eagerly ride his cock amidst delirious
copulation therefore seemed somewhat far -fetched.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Paul’s mother was sitting by her comatose son’s hospital bedside, sobbing
profusely whilst holding one of her only child’s hands. The breathing of the
now 16 year-old teenager was barely audible and none of the various wires and
tubes attached to the poorly boy’s still incongruously transformed and
handsome body appeared capable of improving his apparently seriously relapsed
condition.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
The tiger somehow realised that it would have to dispose of Pau before
feasting on the deliciously oiled Penethesileia. The beast therefore leapt at
the divine youth and, to a loud collective gasp from the 100,000 excited
spectators, brought the lovely 16 year-old crashing to the sandy ground,
causing the boy’s sword to spill from his hand.
The tiger’s massive jaws then prepared to tear the now helpless Pau’s throat
into shreds.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Paul’s distressed mother had now been advised by her son’s doctor to expect
the worst. The physicians and nurses had then left the pair so that they could
be alone together during surely the teenager’s last moments on Earth.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
A throat was indeed fatally sliced open but it belonged to the tiger because
Penethesileia had retrieved Pau’s spilled sword and used the weapon in a
desperate, ferocious but immediately successful attack on the animal. The
divine youth then found himself pinned to the ground by the dead beast, albeit
unharmed apart from a few minor scratches from the brute’s sharp claws and
being soiled by the creature’s copious spilt blood.
"Thank you, Penethesileia," Pau now managed to whisper politely to the girl of
his dreams, "for saving both of our lives!"
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Only one previous example was known to the hospital doctors of a 16 year-old
youth experiencing a similar mysterious affliction to the one being suffered
by Paul. The teenager’s name had been John, who had lived in Phoenix, Arizona,
and had died just over a year previously after first being in a long coma.
The doctors now appreciated that John, whilst comatose, had undergone similar
strange physical transformations to those experienced by Paul. However, they
did not know that the lonely Phoenix teenager had also possessed a rather
erotic poster on his own bedroom wall, which depicted a very handsome youth,
dressed in a skimpy loincloth and reverentially on his knees before a
beautiful but sinister woman dressed all in black.
The concerned doctors did realise that John had died whilst displaying similar
serious symptoms of relapse to those currently being exhibited by Paul, which
was why they now feared the worst for the Chicago teenager.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Penethesileia, still holding the bloodied sword, now readied herself to try to
protect Pau from further harm, as some of Caligula’s soldiers advanced to
retrieve the divine youth from under the deceased tiger in order to prepare
him for his imminent public nullification. The girl was prepared to die rather
than be witness to the emasculation of the boy of her own dreams.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Paul’s mother stopped sobbing when she suddenly heard the word "Mom!" She then
looked up to see in amazement that her son’s now blue eyes were open and
looking at her.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
Pau asked Penethesileia to drop her weapon. The divine youth had recognised
that the gorgeous girl’s brave attempt to save him from his fate was going to
be not only fruitless but also possibly seriously injurious to her own
welfare.
The watching Caligulans, however, including the Emperor, possessed a different
perspective. They were instead positively looking forward to the entertainment
of seeing a beautiful naked oiled girl, unused to arms, trying to engage in
useless and probably ultimately fatal swordplay with experienced soldiers.
Moreover, if the girl somehow survived her undoubted defeat in the imminent
encounter, Caligula proposed to reward his victorious soldiers by allowing
them to add to the spectacle by publicly raping her.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
"Mom," Paul suggested, "please don’t say anything but simply listen, as I
haven’t much time. I’ve come back just to say goodbye, as I now exist
somewhere else, where I’m much happier and needed much more than I ever was on
Earth. Please try to forgive me for abandoning you but I made a wish and it
came true!"
Paul then closed his blue eyes and his breathing ceased. The youth’s mother
subsequently screamed for help. However, the quickly arriving doctors and
nurses could do nothing to revive her son, who was soon pronounced dead.
(Coliseum of Caligula, Lamorrah)
The spectacle anticipated by Caligula and the rest of the crowd in the
coliseum did not materialise. Instead, another amazing event occupied their
full attention.
Twenty beautiful 17 year-olds, ten youths and the same number of girls, made
use of lapse security, caused by the fact that the intriguing coliseum
entertainments had distracted the imperial guards, to invade the Emperor’s box
in an unprecedented irreverent manner. The teenagers then added to their
sacrilege when one of their number, called ‘Joh’, held a knife to Caligula’s
throat, in a similar manner to the act recently perpetrated by the Lesbosian
ruler against the evil Black Queen’s jugular.
The twenty 17 year-olds had been the youths and girls rescued from the evil
Black Queen’s extermination chambers by Pau, with Joh scheduled to experience
whatever horror the tenth room offered. However, he had been released with the
others before ever discovering the mystery.
The twenty 17 year-olds had escaped the clutches of the evil Black Queen with
Penethesileia and had later encountered the Lesbosian ruler with her. However,
they then recognised the sagacity of not subsequently accompanying the 16
year-old girl and the lesbian leader on their daring exploit to try to rescue
Pau from the wicked monarch. Although they too would have liked to play a part
in the escapade because they owed their lives to the divine youth, they
appreciated that their presence on the mission would be both unnecessarily
superfluous to needs and unwisely unsafe.
The twenty had consequently separated from the main elements of the Lesbosian
army, which, in order to go on her dangerous mission, the lesbian leader had
ordered to return to the more hospitable surrounds of the border areas of her
homeland to await her eventual hopefully successful return. The 17 year-olds
had instead remained at the oasis on the arid yellow and purple plain.
Even the young Lesbosians amongst the twenty, probably very wisely, did not
entirely trust the lesbian warriors to keep their monarch’s word not to try
eventually to enslave those who were not of their race. The score of beautiful
former harem slaves of the evil Black Queen therefore stayed at the
wastelands’ waterhole, whilst they too waited for news, especially about
Penethesileia and Pau.
The twenty later managed secretly to observe in horror the capture by the
Emperor from the lesbian Queen of Pau. However, the native Caligulan youths
and girls amongst them, like the Lesbosian females, were now prepared to rebel
against the selfish interests of their own people in order to save
Penethesileia and the divine youth. They therefore formulated the smart plan
of rescue, which would daringly involve snatching the captive pair from the
coliseum of their own capital city in front of their ruler and 100,000 of
their fellow imperial subjects.
Joh, who was now threatening the Emperor with his knife, was, however, not a
Caligulan. In fact, the beautiful youth was like Pau, not a native of Lamorrah
at all.
Joh had once been John of Phoenix, Arizona, before the teenager’s masochism
had encouraged him to wish that he could be the sex slave of the beautiful
Queen depicted in his bedroom poster, sinisterly dressed all in black.
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
Paul’s distraught mother returned home and again lay on her son’s bed. Despite
her continuous sobbing and copious tears, she also frequently glanced once
more at the strange poster on the wall.
Paul’s mother then made a wish.
(Domains of Caligula, Lamorrah)
With Joh’s knife pressing against his jugular, the Emperor believed that he
had little choice but to bow to the blackmail of the twenty gorgeous teenagers
now surrounding him, all dressed like Caligulans, even though only a few of
their number were of that race. He therefore shouted orders to his approaching
guards not to advance any further and to the soldiers marching towards
Penethesileia and Pau, who had just managed to crawl from under the dead
tiger, to disarm.
Caligula subsequently ordered 22 fast horses to be made ready outside the
nearest coliseum exit. This command was quickly amended to 24 when Pau, his
bloodied and scratched but otherwise unharmed body having regained his feet,
noticed the caged Thestis and Pomona nearby. The divine youth had perceived
what had been planned for the pair when his entrance had interrupted the
relevant event and, even though he had never met them previously, he was not
prepared to leave them behind to face such an appalling fate.
Not long afterwards, 24 mounted horses sped from the coliseum, through the
streets of Caligula’s capital, which were relatively quiet because most of the
populace was inside the amphitheatre, to become lost in the surrounding
forested countryside. The speedy steeds were all ridden by gorgeous teenage
youths and girls, apart from the one that Joh shared with the kidnapped
Emperor, who was in front whilst the lovely 17 year-old at the rear continued
to threaten the imperial jugular with a knife.
(Another place)
"Well, Divine Majesty," asked Lea of the supreme god of Lamorrah, the Great
Kaluuth, as they peered down on Pau’s latest escapade from the heavens, "has
Pau pleased you? After all, his brave selflessness in being willing to
sacrifice himself for others has actually led to his own salvation!"
"Yes," the Great Kaluuth, who possessed a silvery lengthy mane of hair and
long beard, answered the resplendent Lea, who was his goddess of wishes, "I am
pleased, as well as proud, of my grandson." "Well, Divine Majesty," the female
deity next enquired, "why not restore him to his family in the heavens?"
"You know, Divine Majesty," Lea continued, "that your own son, the God of
Desire, Seporr, and his wife, the Goddess of Love, Zamanna, have prayed to me
begging that Pau could be restored to them. Can I now grant them their wish,
as surely the divine boy has proven his worthiness to live in the heavens?"
"The objectivity of my son and his wife," the Great Kaluuth replied, "is,
because of their sacred roles, overwhelmed by respectively desire for the
return of their son and love for their child. They therefore do not appreciate
that the divine boy is not only unready to ascend to the heavens but also
would not currently welcome such an occurrence, despite the desperate dangers
he still faces. He has, after all, just acquired the loving companionship of
the girl of his dreams, as well as the gratitude and burgeoning close
friendship of Thestis, Pomona and twenty other lovely young males and
females."
"Because of their role in helping Pau to freedom," the Great Kaluuth
continued, "all 23 of his companions are also now fugitives, even from their
own peoples. They look to him as their leader, who’ll hopefully save them from
the revenge of the likes of Caligula and the Black and Lesbosian Queens, who
will not stop vengefully searching for them, even if they are denied the
divine boy’s sacred genitalia."
"No," the Great Kaluuth concluded, "Pau is best left for now where I’m sure he
is happiest, namely alongside the girl of his dreams and 22 other friends, who
desperately need his leadership!" "But, Divine Majesty," a worried Lea asked,
"aren’t the odds against the survival of the divine boy and his companions
simply too great, given the forces arrayed against them?"
"I don’t believe so," the Great Kaluuth responded, "because you must not
underestimate Pau and his new friends. I’m also proposing to provide him with
an important ally, as well as a very significant little reward for the
selfless bravery he has displayed so far!"
"You see, Lea," the Great Kaluuth then informed, "I want you to grant wishes
to a certain woman on Earth and a certain girl on Lamorrah!"
(Chicago, USA, Earth)
A worried work colleague had arranged for the local police to break into the
apartment owned by Paul’s mother, who had not been seen for a couple of days.
The deceased teenager’s parent was then found unconscious on her late son’s
bed.
Paul’s mother was soon coincidentally accommodated not only in the same
hospital where her late son had been nursed but also in the identical
intensive care facility. Her doctors then discovered that the grief-stricken
woman had not attempted a suicidal overdose but had instead succumbed to a
similar mysterious coma to the one that had overtaken and eventually killed
her sole offspring.
Paul’s mother, however, was not to be in an unconscious state for long, as her
still attractive body apparently had no wish to live and her demise came much
more quickly than with her son. A very sad joint funeral for parent and
offspring took place shortly afterwards, with earlier comprehensive autopsies
still incapable of identifying any reason either for coma or death.
(Domains of a certain Queen, Lamorrah)
The activity within the vast temple was concentrated on one spot. A large
rectangular stone vat, much hidden by the swirls of white vapour that emerged
from inside, was located before the high altar and surrounded by priests,
attired only in skirts of pure white silk and large silver medallions
depicting an elaborate snowflake.
The priests, all around 30 years of age, were pulling on eight chains linked
via pulleys above to something within the vat. The men were heaving with all
their might and very slowly a big stone slab rose from the mists. On top was
the body of a beautiful naked woman, aged in her mid-30s.
The rectangular stone slab was eventually carefully manoeuvred onto a
similarly shaped plinth in front of the high altar, itself adorned with a
massive depiction of a white snowflake. The high priest, who had not been
involved in hoisting the body to the required location and who was dressed in
a white skirt, stepped forward. He began a lengthy loud incantation, invoking
an appropriate female essence to inhabit the living and perfect but soulless
body before him, created within the vat. The impeccable female form was an
empty shell that needed a vibrant spirit to instil it with vigour so that the
rites might be completed.
"Oh Great Kaluuth, I beseech you, send forth the soul and fill this empty body
with life!" the high priest chanted, whilst sprinkling incense on the naked
quiescent female form. "Send forth the soul so that I may complete the
commission!" he continued, whilst his chants became louder and louder, until
the paramount god seemingly heard his call and the eyes below flickered open
to reveal sensuous blue pupils and life.
Paul’s mother looked at the strange man and then around the cavernous domed
structure. However, unlike her son had once believed in similar circumstances,
the beautiful woman somehow knew that she was not experiencing a dream.
"Welcome to your domains, Majesty!" the high priest reverently declared to his
new mistress, the latest reincarnation of the good White Queen of Lamorrah.
(Somewhere on Lamorrah)
On a comfortable bed of leaves in a little discreet forest hollow, Pau was
finally consummating his desire and love for Penethesileia, in a manner and
skill that would have made his godly parents, the deities of these two
particular emotions, very proud. The divine youth was helping the girl of his
dreams to ride on his giant cock, whilst they copulated deliriously.
Meanwhile, Thestis and Pomona and twenty other heterosexual couplings were
elsewhere nearby, enjoying the same highly pleasurable pastime with each other
for the first time. However, given the liberal bisexuality prevalent on
Lamorrah, and despite mutual deep love within the pairings, there could be no
guarantee that desire would not ensure that future copulation within the group
of fugitives would remain either monogamous or heterosexual.
In fact, it was already obvious to all, not least themselves, that Pau and
Thestis found each other highly attractive. Penethesileia and Pomona also
shared similar emotions.
Meanwhile, Caligula and the Black and Lesbosian monarchs, as well as many of
the other unprincipled ambitious rulers of Lamorrah, still searched for Pau
and his sacred genitalia, as well as his treacherous companions, whose only
ally would prove to be a certain good White Queen. The often dangerous,
degrading and distressing adventures of the divine youth, his hallowed sexual
organs and his beautiful friends would therefore relentlessly continue.
There would also soon be another member of Pau’s entourage for the divine
youth to love and try to protect. When Penethesileia had been filled with the
lovely 16 year-old’s sacred seed for the first time, she had fatefully wished
to bear the boy of her own dreams many children over the years ahead.
The ‘very significant little reward’ secretly promised by the Great Kaluuth to
Pau was to be the paramount god’s first great grandson and the divine youth’s
initial offspring. The beautiful baby boy would also possess sacred genitalia,
which would make the future adventures of father and child even more complex.
Nevertheless, as Pau tried, with Penethesileia, Thestis, Pomona, another
twenty close young friends and eventually his first son, to evade capture by
their pursuers, with only the good White Queen as an ally, the divine youth
recognised an important reality.
The extremely beautiful, gregarious and heroic Pau of Lamorrah, who had once
been the rather plain, lonely and meek Paul of Chicago, now had no regrets
whatsoever about the fact that he had been granted a certain wish.
THE END
of
‘THE WISH’
by Pueros & Razor
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Jeopardy | GAY, WARNING, TESTICLES, MINOR, Violence, death, gore | A horror story, not for the squeemish. Involves the torture and murder of boys | ` Jeopardy`
Editor's note : this is not a 'feel good' story, as the Author's warning
states. It's intense, and not for the faint of heart. It's not going to turn
you on, nor make you laugh. It's not one of those kinds of stories, so if
you're looking for such, this won't provide it. Apologies to Slammr for the
delay in posting. - Paolo.
To the people who knew him-to the outside world-Michael Ryan was an affable,
handsome man of twenty-six. More than one woman had called him beautiful.
People were naturally attracted to him-found him easy to trust.
Hidden away, compartmentalized within his psyche, was a much different
creature- a shrunken, misshapen, vile, creature of unspeakable evil. None who
saw it lived long enough to report the sighting.
He was abused as a child, but others have been so abused without becoming like
Michael. His father was a violent alcoholic and a sadistic disciplinarian who
beat him and his mother. He berated Michael, calling him a sissy, queer,
worthless. His father killed the only creature that Michael had ever loved-his
dog-to punish him for masturbating, and then burned his penis with a cigarette
to keep him from doing it again.
Michael had to mold his personality to suit his father’s whims. He became
adapt at observing his father’s moods so that he could play the role that
would best appease that mood-the role least likely to get him a beating.
After he graduated from college, this ability to read people-to be able to
become what they wished-earned him the status of top salesman of his Seattle
based company, and a six figure salary. With that salary he bought himself a
house on five acres of land across the bay in Paulsbo.
While off work, Michael spent much of his time in the University District near
the University of Washington. He found it easy to meet-to pick up-boys there.
He tried to avoid local boys, preferring transients or runaways. He would
befriend them-offer to let them stay at his house for the night. Few ever
hesitated, or refused. None could see the evil which lurked beneath Michael’s
pleasing facade. None ever left his house-alive.
Killing them was never enough. Michael had to possess them, to bend them
completely to his will, to torture them-to reduce them to something less than
human. His tortures were centered around the boys’ genitals, which were always
severed, in some manner, while they were conscious. He had a trophy room where
he kept their severed penises in jars of formaldehyde, their skulls-stripped
of flesh-on a shelf.
His house, secluded on the five acres, had a full basement. It was there he
conducted his tortures. He had added sound-proofing to the basement so that he
wouldn’t have to gag his victims. He needed to hear their screams-to listen to
them beg for their lives.
When he brought boys home, he fed them dinner-spiked their drinks with
sedatives. When they were unconscious, he carried them to the basement, fitted
them with restraints-prepared them for torture.
If he had two boys, he usually prepared them for a game of “Jeopardy.” He
loved to watch the game show on TV-proud that he could usually beat the
contestants with the right answer. For the boys he brought home, the name,
“Jeopardy,” had a double meaning.
One Friday night he picked up two boys, brothers, in the U District. He never
remembered their names afterwards. They were objects, not people to him, but
their names were Jason and Justin, Jason, the younger one, was fifteen. His
brother was sixteen. They had run away from home after having been caught
smoking dope-threatened with a rehabilitation program.
The boys were completely taken in by Michael, thinking that he was a great
guy. Eagerly, they took him up on his offer to let them spend the night at his
house. With Michael, they took the ferry to Bremerton-drove to Paulsbo.
The house, set back from the road, was a quarter mile from the nearest
neighbor. While the boys watched TV, Michael prepared them dinner-fixed their
drinks.
When they were watching TV after dinner, the boys first became boisterous,
acted drunk, giddy, then passed out-snoring on the couch. Michael stripped
them of their clothes while in the den where they had been watching TV. He
fondled their limp cocks, then turned Jason over-fucked his virgin ass on the
couch. He carried them, still sleeping, to the basement-to the “Jeopardy”room.
When the brothers awoke, they found themselves in strange chairs, side by
side, in the rear of a brightly lit room. They were both naked. Their wrists
and forearms were strapped to the arms of the chairs. Beneath their right
index fingers was a button. A lap belt was across their hips, holding them
firmly in their seats. Perhaps the most perplexing feature of the seat was
that the seat was made of clear plastic, and that there was a hole in it
through which their balls descended. A sliding panel had been closed upon the
base of their scrotums so that it left a small hole in which the scrotum was
tightly pinned. The sharp edges of the plastic dug into the top of their
tender sacks. It wasn’t so tight that the blood to their ball was cut off, but
it was painful. Their balls hung down into a compartment below the seat. The
compartment appeared to be about ten inches deep. Each compartment on both
boy’s seats was attached to its own chute which ended at the front wall. There
were metal divisors inserted into the chute-they could be removed from the
top-at the front wall and about every two feet down the length of the chute.
They divided each chute into ten compartments.
The boys were screaming when Michael walked into the room. He was naked. He
had an erection. With a doubled up belt-with the belt buckle-he struck them,
hitting them on the face, chest, and arms.
“Shut up you worthless piece of shit,” he screamed to each as he struck them.
When they learned that each outburst earned more blows, the boys were reduced
to whimpering-crying softly.
“That’s better,” said Michael
“But...what...” Justin started to ask.
Michael struck him across the face with the belt buckle, gashing his cheek-
barely missing his eye.
“Shut the fuck up, you miserable worm. I’m doing the talking.”
Justin wisely shut his mouth.
“We’re going to play a game,” began Michael. “Have you ever watched “Jeopardy”
on TV?”
The brothers didn’t know whether to answer or not. They had been hit every
time they opened their mouths.
“Answer me, God Damnit,” Michael said, as he lashed out at Jason.
“I know of it, but I never watch it,” replied Justin.
“I’ve never watched it,” said Jason.
“I’ll explain the rules, but you’d better listen close, because I’m not going
to fucking repeat them.”
“I’ll ask a question. If you know the answer, press the button under your
finger. If you’re first, it’ll light up this light-pointing to a light on each
side of the room by each boys chair-and lock out the other contestant’s light.
Then you have to give me the answer in form of a question. If you give the
wrong answer, or don’t pose it in the form of a question, the other contestant
gets to answer. If neither of you can answer, you both lose the round. For
each round you lose, I’ll remove one of the divisors in the chute, starting at
the front wall.”
The boys weren’t sure what that meant-what removing a divisor would
accomplish.
“We’ll start with an easy question,” said Michael. “What is the capitol of
Texas?”
Justin buzzed in first. “Austin,” he said.
“Wrong...that wasn’t in form of a question.”
Jason’s light lit. “What is...Austin?” he said.
“Right,” said Michael. “He loses,” he said, pointing to Justin.
He walked to the divisor at the front wall on Justin’s chute. When he removed
it, a huge rat-fully as large as a cat ran into the first chamber of the
chute. It wasn’t a white rat, but a big, black, vicious looking creature. It
squeaked repeatedly, as if in eager anticipation of what was to come.
Each boy thought of his balls hanging into the chamber below the seat, tried
to rise up in his chair, but was restrained by the belt-the plastic around his
sack.
Michael reveled in the look of horror on their faces. The more frightened they
became, the harder his cock became.
“He’s very hungry,” Michael said. “His last meal was another boy’s balls. He
wants-can’t wait to get at-yours.
Both boys screamed.
Michael hit them until they quit. “It’s time for another question.”
Neither boy knew the answer.
Michael first pulled up the divisor on Jason’s chute, letting his rat into the
first compartment. It looked equally vicious-equally hungry. When he pulled up
the divisor on Justin’s chute, the rat leaped into the second chamber.
Justin nervously pushed his button before Michael finished the next question,
so he was unable to even guess what the answer would be.
When Michael asked Jason, “Who was the president during the Civil War?” Jason
was correct with, “Lincoln.”
The next divisor on Justin’s chute was removed. The rat jumped forward into
the third chamber. There were seven left, including the one under Justin’s
seat.
Justin was very careful not to press the button before he heard the question.
His finger just beat Jason’s. He answered the question correctly. Jason’s rat
leapt into the second chamber, squeaking impatiently.
Justin, being older, beat Jason on the next two questions. With the rat eyeing
his balls, brotherly love, or protecting Jason didn’t enter his mind. On the
third question, he, again, forgot to pose the answer as a question. His rat,
and Jason’s were each in the fourth chambers.
Jason was almost to the point of gibbering. Justin wasn’t much better. They
each lost the next two rounds. The rats, in each chute, were in the sixth
chamber. Four more-they would be at the boy’s balls. The rats knew they were
getting close. Their squeaks increased in intensity.
Justin knew the answer to the next question, but forgot to pose it as a
question. Jason took advantage of his mistake. Two chambers separated the rat
from Justin’s balls.
The brothers, so preoccupied with the rats couldn’t concentrate on the
questions. They both lost the next two rounds. Justin’s rat was in the chamber
next to the one his balls were in. It clawed at the divisor, lifting it
slightly in the slot, trying to squeeze its head underneath it. Justin
squirmed, attempting to rise in his seat. If it hadn’t been for the belt, he
would have come out of the seat, even if it mean leaving his balls in the
chamber below. The seat was drenched in his urine.
Justin pressed the button too soon, but Jason couldn’t answer the question
either. Michael first lifted the panel on Jason’s chute, letting the rat into
the chamber next to the one containing his balls. When he walked over to the
other chute, Justin was screaming, but his words were unintelligible.
When he lifted the divisor, the rat leapt for Justin’s dangling balls, burying
his teeth in the skin at the bottom of his sack. Clutching the skin with his
front paws, he began chewing. Justin’s screams had become inhuman shrieks.
Jason’s matched his in timbre and volume.
The rat chewed off the bottom of Justin’s scrotum. It grabbed the first
testicle to drop free with its paws, pulling it down-began biting through the
cords. Blood streamed over the rat’s head and body as it chewed though the
blood vessels. When it chewed through the rest of the cords, the ball dropped
to floor of the chamber-rolled across the floor. The rat scurried after it,
sat there, holding it with his paws as he rapidly devoured it. Justin’s other
nut hung from his torn sack.
Justin and Jason were both shrieking. There was no evidence of sanity in
either of them. Jason couldn’t tear his eyes from the rat as it chewed on
Justin’s nut. Michael masturbated, shooting his cum over Justin’s face.
The rat, having finished the first nut, went back for the second. Again, the
rat grabbed it, pulled it down-bit through the cords so it could eat the nut
on the floor. When the rat finished the ball, it started on the remainder of
the sack. Both Jason and Michael watched-Jason in horror-Michael smiling in
fascination.
Although the rat was finished with the sack, it kept eating, poking its head
through the hole as best it could. It ate through the base of Justin’s cock.
Urine dribbled out through the severed urethra. Blood poured over the rat’s
body. Eventually there was a hollow where Justin’s balls-the base of his cock
had been. The rat couldn’t reach any more flesh.
Michael stared intently at Justin’s face, at the eyes rolled back in his head,
as the blood streamed from Justin’s crotch, as the life drained from his body.
Although he had seen it many times before, he was surprised by the amount of
blood that poured from Justin’s crotch. Justin’s breathing became ragged, then
stopped. His eyes were fixed-staring. Michael walked over to Jason’s chute-
lifted the panel-let the rat into the last chamber.
* * * |
Hawthorne Ranch | TESTICLES, MINOR | ` Hawthorne Ranch `
I was born in Mexico City to an American father and a Mexican mother. My
father, an executive for an American company, had been stationed in Mexico
City when he had met my mother. I’m told that they had married after having
known each other for only two months. My father had wanted to get married
sooner, but my mother was from a wealthy family, which had pressured her to
wait. Her father, also a Mexican citizen, was president of the Mexico City
branch of my father’s company. I, their only child, was born nine months
later.
Their marriage was not a happy one. Although I was too young to know it then,
I now know that my father constantly cheated on my mother. All I knew then was
that he spent little time at home and almost none with me. When he was home,
my parents constantly argued. I can vividly recall their last one. I was ten
years-old.
“I’m not putting up with it any more, Sam,” said my Mother, Maria. “I’m taking
Sean and leaving you. You won’t miss us anyway. You’re never here.”
“Like hell you will. This is my family you’re talking about. You’re my wife.
He’s my son. You belong to me, and no one takes away what’s mine.
“What’s yours? That’s all we’ve ever been to you-possessions. You don’t love
either one of us. I don’t think you love anyone-except yourself, possibly.”
“Of course I love you. See I said it. Are you satisfied now?” he yelled.
“No, I’m tired of your excuses-and of your women. I just don’t fucking care
anymore. Hortensia,” she yelled at my nanny, who was overhearing this argument
as she had overheard many others, “get Sean ready to go with me. Pack him a
bag with enough to last a couple of days.” Then to my father she said, “We’ll
send someone over for the rest of our things later.”
“I told you that you weren’t taking my son.” I could hear the anger in his
voice.
“There’s no use trying to talk to you.” Then I heard her call my name: “Sean,
come on; we’re leaving.”
“Like hell you are.”
As I walked into the room, he grabbed her arm, twisting it up behind her back.
I yelled, first in Spanish since it was the language I used with everyone but
him, and then in English, since he didn’t like for me to speak Spanish to him,
saying, “Let go of my mother. You’re hurting her.” Running to him, I tried to
pull his arm away. He struck me with the back of his other hand, knocking me
to the floor.
I sat up on the floor-dazed-in shock, as much from surprise as from the blow
itself-or from the pain. It was the first time that I’d ever remembered being
struck by either of my parents, or by any adult. After wiping my mouth, I
stared at the bright red of the blood which was smeared across the back of my
hand.
“Sean,” my mother screamed, looking over at me where I sat on the floor. Then
to my father she said, “You’ve hurt him. My father will have you fired and
thrown out of the country for this. You’re an animal.”
Not saying anything, he thrust her away from him. She struck her head on the
corner of the fireplace and collapsed to the floor unconscious. I was
screaming as he reached down, grabbed my arm, and dragged me from the house,
taking me to his car. Opening the driver side door, he shoved me inside, then
climbed in after me, grabbing my arm when I tried to go out the other door.
“Sit your ass down there and stay put.” He threatened me again with the back
of his hand. “Buckle your fucking seat belt.”
I was frightened by this hitherto unseen side of my father. Before, he had
just ignored my mother and me. Now, as far as I knew at the time, he had
killed my mother. It was only later that I found out the she had just been
knocked unconscious.
Stopping only at the bank to pick up some money, we left town, driving north
for the border-for the United States. Although I had duel citizenship, I’d
never been there. We stopped for the night at a motel in Monterrey then drove
on to Texas, arriving in Austin late the next day. We moved around staying at
different motels, traveling between Austin and Dallas, until my father got a
job in Austin; then he rented an apartment, and I started school.
It was my first experience with public school. I’d gone to an upper-class
private school in Mexico City. I had a hard time fitting in. The Chicanos
didn’t like me because I had blond hair and blue eyes like my mother-her
German ancestors had settled in Mexico over 100 years ago-and the Texans made
fun of how I spoke English. I could speak it well enough. I had learned it
along with Spanish, but I spoke it precisely. I knew almost no slang. All the
English I’d spoken had been with adults, mostly with my mother and father. The
other kids were always using words and phrases that I didn’t know. That and my
being so unhappy at being separated from my mother estranged me from the other
kids.
My father, an engineer by trade, had to return to that occupation. His abrupt
departure from his last job rendered him unsuitable for an executive position.
Blaming me for his predicament, he verbally abused me when he wasn’t with one
of his many women. I was still ten years-old when I ran away for the first
time. They caught me of course. By the time I was thirteen I had run away so
many times, often stealing to survive, that I was placed in a school for
wayward boys. All I wanted was to return to my mother, but, although my father
didn’t want me-never loved me-he wasn’t about to let her have me back.
I spent my fourteenth year at St. Mary’s school for boys. The school grounds
were surrounded by a high fence that had razor wire at the top. I had run from
every other place. After my fifteenth birthday, I was sent to Hawthorne Ranch.
Hawthorne Ranch, a working ranch for wayward boys, was located in the Big Bend
area of Texas, actually bordered on one side by the Rio Grande River. There
were some cattle on the ranch, but sheep predominated. Although the work was
hard, and, in winter, there was school as well, I liked it-at first-at least
until I met Howard. He kept hitting on me, trying to get me to have sex with
him. Hell, I was only fifteen. All I’d ever done was beat off. I’d never had
sex with anyone, either boys or girls. Other boys, at other schools had
approached me, but none had been so persistent as was Howard. He wouldn’t
leave me alone-and he was older-bigger than I was. He was seventeen. I might
have let him suck my dick, just to get him to leave me alone, if that’s what
it took, but he wanted me to suck his. There was no way I was going to suck
anyone’s cock, especially not his.
I came to dread having to work alone-in one of the barns or sheds. He would
usually seek me out, pestering me to have sex with him, once even busting my
lip when I refused. Of course I couldn’t tell any of the bosses. That would
have been snitching, and nothing was worse than being known as a snitch.
As you can imagine, I was relieved when I heard that he was going to be
spending the summer at one of the line shacks with one of the bosses, a former
program member-inmate-and one other boy tending a flock of sheep. Then I was
told that I was to be that “other boy.” Howard had suggested to Rodney Jones-
the boss-that I go along. Although I protested, pleading not to go, nothing I
said did any good. I had to climb into the back seat of the crew cab pickup
next to Howard. During the two hours it took us to get to the line camp he
kept grinning at me and putting his hand on my leg. I kept my head turned
away, looking out the window at the dry South Texas countryside, brushing his
hand from my leg whenever he placed it there.
At the line camp, the cabin had only one room. Rodney had a single bed against
one wall; Howard and I were to sleep in bunk beds against the opposite wall;
the top bunk was to be mine as Howard informed me when we entered.
“I’ve got the bottom bunk. You get the top, and don’t keep me awake beating
off.” He grinned-that God damned shit eating grin of his.
“At least,” I thought. “Rodney will be sleeping in the same room. Howard won’t
be able to do anything with him here.”
Nothing happened the first night, although the bed shook while Howard beat off
in the lower bunk. Still, it took me a long time to get to sleep. I kept
expecting Howard to try something, even though Rodney was in the same room. I
could hear Rodney snoring softly in his bed.
Because I had difficulty getting to sleep the night before, I overslept the
next morning. I awoke to Howard shaking me. “Hey, get the fuck up. We’ve got
work to do,” he said.
I sat up, my feet hanging over the edge of the bunk, my pillow on my lap to
hide my morning erection until it subsided. I didn’t want to give Howard any
ideas, not that he needed any enticement. Rodney was at the woodstove at one
end of the cabin. From the smell coming from the pan he was stirring, I knew
that he was fixing oatmeal for breakfast.
Slipping off the bunk onto the floor, I picked my jeans up off the back of the
chair where I’d placed them the night before, and, with my back turned to
Howard, pulled them on. Even though I no longer had a hard on, he’d been
staring at my groin. His look had reminded me of a starving man looking at a
juicy steak-and I was that piece of meat. He even licked his lips.
Rodney looked up, raising one eyebrow, when I slipped past Howard to walk over
to stand by him at the stove. He only grunted when I said, “Good Morning,” I
thought that he looked at me peculiarly, but dismissed the thought, supposing
that I was paranoid because of Howard. Rodney, after all, was a boss. I had
nothing to fear from him. He was, in fact, my protection from Howard. If
necessary I intended to tell him about Howard’s pressuring me to have sex,
even if it was snitching. I wasn’t big enough to physically resist Howard, and
I certainly wasn’t going to spend the summer sucking his dick.
Breakfast, hot oatmeal, bread, and warm milk, was simple, but filling. After
tasting the milk, however, wrinkling my nose, I said, “This milk tastes weird.
Is it spoiled?”
“No, dummy,” answered Howard, even though Rodney had begun opening his mouth
to reply, “it’s goat’s milk. We’ve got goats here that have to be milked
everyday. Starting tomorrow morning that’ll be your job.”
“Yeah,” said Rodney. “I guess it tastes a little strange to begin with, but
you’ll get used to it. Howard’ll show you how to milk them in the morning;
then it’ll be your job after that.
After we finished eating, I found out that clearing the table and washing
dishes was also my job. I had to take them outside and wash them in a pan
filled with water from the spring that flowed from a little hill behind the
cabin. For a toilet, we used an outhouse that was well away from the spring.
After I had washed, dried, and put away the dishes, Rodney introduced me to
Shep, an Australian sheep dog-one of our three sheep dogs.
“Take Shep and go to the upper pasture,” he said, pointing toward some nearby
hills. “Round up any strays and bring them back. If they stay up there by
themselves, the coyotes will get them. Howard and I have work to do around
here.”
At least I wouldn’t have to worry about Howard hassling me today, I thought. I
planned to take the whole day rounding up sheep. After fixing a couple of
sandwiches to take with me, I called Shep and started toward the hills.
I didn’t have to do much. Shep did all the work. He was amazing, rounding up
the sheep with little or no direction from me. Hell, I didn’t know what to do.
It was a good thing that he knew his job so well. It was late in the afternoon
when I returned to the cabin, tired but in good spirits, trailed by Shep and
thirty sheep. I had scarcely thought about Howard throughout the day. But,
there he stood beside the cabin door, watching me-that same stupid grin on his
face.
“Hey, you’re late. You almost missed dinner.”
The way he was looking at me, I felt like I was one of the entrées. Any good
feelings that my day with Shep had engendered, evaporated. Without answering
him, I washed off at the spring then brushed past him, through the door into
the cabin.
“Hi,” said Rodney. How many sheep did you find?”
“Thirty,” I answered.
“Hmm...not bad. You did O.K.”
“What’s for dinner?” I asked.
“Stew-mutton stew,” he answered, “with biscuits.”
“And-don’t tell me-goat’s milk to drink, right?” I said wrinkling my nose,
remembering it’s taste from that morning.
“Yeah, goat’s milk, or, if you want, you can drink water from the spring.”
“I think I’ll have water.” I wasn’t quite ready to try goat’s milk again.
About that time, Howard came in, shutting the door behind him. He sat down on
the edge of his bed, but every time I glanced over at him he was staring at
me-grinning-always grinning. Even though it was hot, the hair on the back of
my neck stood up. He was planning something...I knew that he was. When I went
to the outhouse before going to bed, I kept looking back over my shoulder,
expecting him to follow me, to make another attempt to get me to blow him, but
he didn’t.
He was sitting on the edge of his bunk when I climbed onto mine, not taking
off my jeans until I was sitting on my bunk-this time folding my jeans and
laying them at the foot of my bed. I didn’t want to provide him any more
temptation than necessary. “At least,” I thought. “I’m safe now. Rodney is
here.”
Lying on my back with my eyes closed with a sheet over me, although it was too
hot for it, I felt the bed move as Howard stood. Opening my eyes slightly,
gazing through my eyelashes, I expected to see him standing beside the bed
staring at me-with the stupid grin on his face, but he wasn’t. Instead, I saw
him walking over to Rodney’s bed. There were no lights in the cabin, but by
the moonlight streaming through the window, I could see the bulge of Rodney’s
erection beneath his white briefs. Howard sat on the bed, placing his hand on
Rodney’s cock. Rodney moaned as he began caressing it; then Howard pulled down
Rodney’s briefs. Rodney’s cock, pulled down with the briefs, sprung back when
it slipped free of them, slapping Rodney’s stomach. After pulling the briefs
free of Rodney’s feet, Howard, grasping Rodney’s cock in his hand, took it
into his mouth. Shocked, unable to avert my eyes-Rodney was a boss-I watched
Howard’s head bob above Rodney’s cock, until, with a groan, Rodney shot his
wad into Howard’s mouth. Then they both looked up-at me.
“Come on over,” Howard said. “You’re going to suck both our cocks.”
“Like hell,” I said. “I’m not sucking anyone’s cock. I don’t care what you
do.”
They came over to my bunk, dragged me from it and began punching me.
“You’re going to suck some cock, or we’ll beat the shit out of you.”
“Stick your cock in my mouth, motherfucker, and I’ll bite it off,” I
threatened. They must have believed me, because, although they continued to
pound me, no one stuck his cock in my mouth that night.
The next morning I hurt too much to get out of bed and they left me there, but
watched me closely when I later struggled out to the outhouse. It was obvious
that they weren’t going to let me out of their sight. They were afraid that
I’d run away-which I planned to do at the first opportunity.
They didn’t bother me that night. They had beaten me severely the night
before, but I watched as Howard gave Rodney another blow job. The next day,
although still sore, I got out of bed and did some light work around the
cabin, always within sight of either Howard or Rodney. That night Howard said,
“You are going to suck some cock.”
“Stick your cock in my mouth, motherfucker and see what happens. I’ll be
spitting it out onto the floor.”
You bite my cock, motherfucker and I’ll cut yours off,” Howard replied.
“I don’t care, you’ll lose yours first. Come on,” I said opening and pointing
to my mouth, “stick it in.” He must have believed me, because he made no move
toward me.
Then I heard Rodney speak. “Wait, he said, “I have an idea.” He walked over to
a cabinet, opened it, and removed a tool and a box containing some small
rings.
“What’s that,” asked Howard.
“It’s an elastrator,” answered Rodney. “We use it to castrate sheep. Grab
him.”
Howard grabbed me, using one hand to twist my arm up behind my back and
placing the other arm across my throat, pulling me down onto Rodney’s bed.
Rodney, placing one of the rings on the tool, walked over to me, pulled down
my shorts, operated the tool, spreading open the ring, pulled my scrotum
through the ring, then released it, allowing it to close upon the base of my
scrotum. I screamed as it tightened on the cords from which my balls hung.
Then, as Howard held me, Rodney tied my hands behind my back.
“Do you know what that does, asshole? Rodney asked.
My only reply was: “Take it off. It hurts.”
“Well, I’ll tell you. That band cuts off all flow of blood to your balls. Even
as we speak they’re beginning to die. If I don’t remove it, your balls will
die, turn black, shrivel up, and drop off. If you give us both a blow job,
I’ll remove it, but it stays on until you finish. If you bite either one of
us-even a little, I’ll leave it on. We’ll make a steer out of you.”
“You won’t do that. If I go back without any balls, they’ll know what you
did.”
“Who says you’ll go back. Shit, we’ll bury you up in the hills and say that
you ran away. Better make up your mind. Your balls are turning blue.”
Although I’d sworn to myself that I would never give either one of them a blow
job, I didn’t want to lose my balls, and I believed that, if I lost my balls,
that I would lose my life as well. I believed that they would bury me
somewhere up in the hills. “All right...O.K., I’ll do it.”
“And, you won’t bite-right, motherfucker?” asked Howard.
“No, I won’t bite. I promise. Come on, hurry.”
“Hey,” said, Rodney, “he wants it now.”
They laid me down on the bed-on my back-my hands still tied behind my back.
Howard climbed onto the bed-on top of me, his feet toward my head, his cock
poised above my mouth. A sticky drop of moisture was oozing from its head.
“You’d better not bite.” He was obviously still worried by my earlier threats.
“No, I won’t bite,” I replied.
With one hand on his cock, he thrust it into my open mouth. I gagged as he
rammed it into my throat, but he paid me little attention as he continued to
ram it down my throat. In self preservation, to be able to breathe, I rapidly
learned to relax my throat muscles to allow his cock to slide down my throat
without gagging. To my surprise, he took my limp cock into his mouth, licking
it until it became hard, then took it into his throat as he continued to ram
his into my mouth. As I felt-then tasted-his cum spurt into my throat, my own,
with a mixture of pain and pleasure, erupted into his.
When Howard was through, Rodney had me sit up on side of the bed, He walked up
to me, first slapping me beside my mouth with his cock, then thrusting it into
my open mouth. It was easier this time. I only gagged once or twice. When,
after he came, I started to spit out the cum, he said, “No way, motherfucker,
swallow it.” I did. The ring was still around my balls and I was rapidly
losing all feeling in them.
When he had finished, I said, “O.K., I did what you asked. Now, take it off-
please.”
Both he and Howard laughed and Howard said, “Hey, you’re a real cocksucker,
now. Not, bad. You did pretty good. You might even get to like it.”
There was no way that I was going to like it. I’d been raped. All I felt was
disgust and anger, but, wanting the ring off my balls, I said nothing, except,
“Take it off, please.”
Rodney, with a small pair of snips from the cabinet, cut through the ring. My
balls, as the blood flowed back into them, began to hurt more than they had
when he had placed the ring on them; then he cut the rope which tied my hands.
They tingled, then hurt as the blood flowed back into them. Rodney looped a
rope around my body under my arms, tying it, placing the knot at my left arm
pit. “Get in bed,” he told me.
After I climbed onto my bunk, he looped the rest of the rope around the bed
tying it underneath. Although my hands were free, I was securely tied to the
bed. I certainly wouldn’t be able to free myself without waking Howard, who
would be asleep in the lower bunk.
It was a long time before I fell asleep. My balls ached and I kept replaying
the rape scene in my mind almost gagging when I recalled the taste of their
cum-when I remembered how they had forced me to swallow it. I fell asleep,
though, because I awoke the next morning to the sensation of something
touching my balls. With a snap, Rodney slipped another band onto my scrotum.
The pain in my balls drove all sleep from my brain. Instantly awake, I tried
to sit up, but was restrained by the rope around my chest. “You don’t have to
do that,” I screamed. I’ll suck your cock. I’ll do anything you want-just take
it off.”
My balls were already sore. I didn’t know how much more of this they could
take, but my rapists, standing beside my bed naked with throbbing erections,
were obviously turned on by the idea of the band choking the life out of my
balls. They didn’t take it off until I had given them both a blow job.
Afterward, my scrotum was discolored and swollen; my balls were sore-tender to
the touch.
They didn’t keep me tied up during the day, but had taken away my clothes.
Without them, especially my boots, I could go nowhere. The bottoms of my feet
would have been shredded by the rocks and thorns before I had gone a mile.
They were sore from just walking around the camp as I did my chores: milking
the goats; washing dishes; splitting wood. I didn’t know what I was going to
do. I couldn’t run; yet, if I stayed, if Rodney kept putting the band on my
balls, if my balls died as the result of being banded, they would have little
choice but to kill me-to bury me up in the hills. As I figured it, my only
chance would be on Sunday, when someone from headquarters brought supplies to
the camp as they did every Sunday. Perhaps then I could tell that person what
Rodney and Howard had done. He would have to believe me when I showed him my
swollen scrotum. But, Sunday was three days away.
That night I anticipated Rodney, going to his bed before he thought to band
me, sitting down beside him, reaching over, grasping his cock, pulling down
his shorts, sucking his cock without being told. Howard watched, grinning,
then said, “I told you he’d get to like it,” then asked, “Aren’t you going to
band him?”
But, Rodney, sated, answered, “Nah...”
“Well, I want a blow job, too,” said Howard. So, I gave him one.
When I awoke the next morning, Rodney was already up and gone from the cabin.
The elastrator was locked in the cabinet, so I didn’t get banded, but had to
give Howard another blow job. At least the pain in my balls was beginning to
ease; the swelling in my scrotum was going down. That night, again I went to
Rodney’s bed-sucked his cock-didn’t get banded, but the next morning I awoke
to having a band placed on my balls again. The boys had missed having their
fun. At least it was Saturday. Tomorrow, someone from headquarters would come.
That night, Rodney didn’t want a blow job, so I didn’t get banded, but I had
to give one to Howard. He was always horny. He made me beat off while he
watched. My balls ached even more as they retracted when I ejaculated.
They didn’t band me Sunday morning-or even request a blow job. They, too, were
thinking about the visit from headquarters. Rodney, after tossing me my
clothes, said, “Get dressed. You’re going with Howard up to the upper
pasture.” Then to Howard, he said, “Keep him up there until late in the
afternoon. By that time, they will have dropped off the supplies and gone.”
My hopes dashed-my spirits fell-as if they could have been much lower. I
didn’t know what I was going to do. I didn’t know whether keeping my balls-or
my life- was worth having to keep sucking off Rodney and Howard. Maybe I’d be
better off dead. They’d probably kill me before the summer was out, anyway, to
keep me from telling anyone what they’d done, and, since I had run away from
so many other places, no one would have thought it strange that I had run away
from this one. They could bury me somewhere I’d never be found-and no one
would ever know what had really happened to me.
Howard didn’t tie my hands, but, with a rope, tied one end around my neck and
the other end to his belt to prevent me from running. They had to give me my
boots since I was going to have to walk to the upper pasture. Taking a couple
of the dogs, we left for the upper pasture.
When we got there, we actually did some work-or, at least the dogs did. Rodney
and Howard had been so preoccupied with subjugating me that they had neglected
the everyday chores. During the morning, however, Howard never let me off my
leash; even when I had to take a crap, I was tied to him, and just as a turd
was about to fall, he sadistically jerked on his end causing me to fall
smearing shit on my pants. He laughed and wouldn’t allow me to wash off at the
stream.
By lunch time, I had formulated a plan. “If you let me wash off,” I said,
“I’ll give you a blow job.
“You’ll give me a blow job whether I let you wash off or not,” he replied, but
I guess that he preferred to get his cock sucked by someone who wasn’t covered
in shit, so he led me to the stream.
We both took off our clothes and entered the stream. The day was hot-the water
cool. It felt refreshing. As I washed myself, I examined the creek bank for
just the right spot. After I had cleaned myself, I let him to the spot I had
chosen, His cock was already hard. Mine was becoming hard, too, not as he
thought, when he said, “Hey, you’re getting to like it, aren’t you?” from
desire for him, or from wanting to suck his cock, but in anticipation for what
I planned to do. I was excited, nervous, and frightened, but I calculated that
I had nothing to lose. My erection was only a symptom of those feelings.
I had him sit on a low stone beside the creek and began sucking his cock.
Before long he began moaning, and just as I felt the first spurt of cum hit
the back of my throat, clenched tight both his eyes and teeth. Before, when I
had sucked his cock, I had noticed that he always did that when he came.
I reached down, picked up the rock that I had selected while washing, one that
fit nicely into my hand, and slammed it into the side of his head. He never
knew what hit him, or enjoyed the rest of his climax. He was unconscious while
the last of his cum spurted out onto his belly.
I took off the rope which was my leash and hogtied him, his hands behind his
back with his feet pulled up and tied to them. When he awoke, he wouldn’t be
able to move. There weren’t any trees, so I had to leave him in the sun, but I
did drape his shirt over him to keep him from getting too badly sunburned;
then I dressed, after washing off my jeans and underwear, and headed back for
the cabin, hoping to get there before the guy from headquarters left.
When I crested the hill above the cabin, I saw the headquarters’ pickup pull
away. I started to yell, but he wouldn’t have heard me-and Rodney would have,
so, instead, I ducked behind a boulder until Rodney reentered the cabin, then
crept down, keeping out of sight of the window, until I reached the back of
the cabin.
I went to the woodpile and selected a piece of wood that hadn’t yet been cut
to fit the stove. It was about three and one-half feet long and three inches
in diameter. I swung it a couple of time to get a feel for it, then went to
the front of the cabin, crawling under the window to reach the front door,
where, after positioning myself beside the door, I waited.
I had been there about fifteen minutes when I heard the door open-and, as I
saw Rodney start through the door, I swung my club, striking him on the bridge
of his nose across the eyes. He disappeared into the cabin. I peeked around
the corner, half expecting to see Rodney standing there waiting for me, but he
was flat on his back on the floor of the cabin. Blood was streaming from his
nose and the swelling had already begun around his eyes. If I hadn’t killed
him, his black eyes were going to be dandies.
I could have left then, but these guys, Rodney and Howard, owed me, and it was
a debt which I intended to collect. It wasn’t just about revenge, however. If
they got away with what they had done to me, there was nothing to keep them
from doing it to someone else-or, at least, that was my rationalization. In
any case, I’d already decided on my course of action.
I tied up Rodney, although it didn’t look like he would be moving for a while;
then, taking the keys from his pocket, went to the pickup and drove as close
as I could to where I’d left Howard. He was conscious when I got to him.
“You son of a bitch,” he said. “You’re going to pay for this. Wait until
Rodney gets hold of you.”
I didn’t tell him what I’d done to Rodney, but untied his feet, and
threatening him with the same rock with which I’d brained him, forced him to
walk to the pickup. He staggered some, still a little unsteady from the blow
to his head, but made it there, where, after making him to climb in the back,
I retied his feet, then drove to the cabin.
Rodney was still unconscious, breathing through his mouth, making gurgling
sounds. His nose was smashed. He wouldn’t be breathing through it for a while.
I went back to the pickup where I’d left Howard, stopping at the door of the
cabin to pick up my club-the one I’d used on Rodney. I untied his feet and
then, poking him in the back with the club, urged him to walk to the cabin.
When he saw Rodney lying, tied up on the floor, his face covered in blood, his
knees became so wobbly that he almost collapsed to the floor.
“Fuck,” he said, “did you kill him.”
“No,” I replied, “he’s still breathing.”
“Wha-What are you going to do to us?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I said.
“You won’t get away with it. They’ll catch you.”
I didn’t reply, but made him lie down on Rodney’s bed. He was still naked;
then, after tying his feet to the bed, I ran another rope around his chest,
strapping him to the bed. I reached into my pocket for Rodney’s keys, walked
over to the cabinet, unlocked it, and took the elastrator and box of bands
from it.
Howard, his eyes wide open, stared at the tool in my hand. “What’re you going
to do with that?” he asked.
“Hell, you and Rodney had so much fun with this thing, I thought I’d try it
out.” I put a band onto the tool. After a couple of tries, I managed to spread
one. I had learned much about the operation of the device from watching
Rodney. My eyes, just as Howard’s were now, had been riveted to it, before he
placed the band on my nuts.
Howard screamed when I pulled his scrotum through the ring-a scream which
intensified when I released the band allowing it to clamp down around the base
of his sack.
“Ow-it hurts take it off, please. What do you want me to do, give you a blow
job? I’ll do it. Anything you want. Just take it off.” He started bawling. At
least, I hadn’t, throughout the beatings, the bandings, or the rapes.
He pleaded with me throughout the next hour to take it off, but I busied
myself around the cabin collecting the things that I would need, ignoring him
the best I could. Rodney was still unconscious, but stirring some. I hadn’t
banded him, but had removed his pants. I wanted him to be awake when I slipped
the band around his nuts. Finally he awoke, but was so groggy that I decided
to wait for morning. When Howard wouldn’t shut up, I gagged him so that I
could get some sleep.
When I awoke the next morning, Howard was awake, craning his neck to look at
his balls, which were already turning black. Rodney was asleep, but awoke when
I dashed some water in his face. He was more coherent, recognizing me-aware of
his predicament: lying tied up on the floor with his pants off. When he
glanced over at Howard-saw the band around his blackening balls, what little
color he had, drained from his face.
“Hey, man, don’t do it,” he cried.
I hadn’t done anything yet. I didn’t even have the elastrator in my hand.
“Come on. We were just kidding around with you. We always took the band off.
We wouldn’t have really left it on.”
He continued to plead with me, but, saying nothing, I just smiled, then walked
over and took the elastrator and some bands from the cabinet. This time I
spread the first one I tried and walked back to where Rodney lay. Like a snake
he wiggled, trying to scoot away from me, but I sat down across his legs,
effectively pinning him to the floor. Then reaching over, grasping his scrotum
with one hand, I pulled it through the band. As had Howard, he screamed when I
released the band and it clamped down around the top of his balls. They bulged
out, filling the sack when the band tightened.
“Take it off, please. It hurts. What do you want. I’ll do anything.”
“Will you give me a blow job?” I didn’t want one from him, but Rodney had
never sucked anyone’s cock, neither mine nor Howard’s. I wanted to see what
he’d say.
He hesitated for a moment, but then after glancing again at Howard’s black
balls, said, “Yes, I’ll suck your cock, anything. Just take it off.”
“Well, I don’t want my cock sucked by either of you, but I think Howard
would.”
I walked over to the bed, rolled Howard off onto the floor, then, after
positioning Rodney’s face next to his cock, said, “O.K., Rodney, start
sucking.”
“If I do, will you take off the band?”
“If you don’t, I surely won’t.”
After hesitating a moment longer he put his lips around the head of Howard’s
cock, which was flaccid. “You’re going to have to do more than that, Rod, if
you want the band off. If Howard doesn’t get off, your band stays on.”
He started more actively mouthing and licking Howard’s cock until it became
hard, then bobbing his head, took it farther into his mouth, until I saw
Howard’s pelvis begin to thrust as he climaxed, ejaculating his cum. Rodney
gagged, started to withdraw his mouth, but I said, “Uh-uh, Rodney, swallow
it.” He did.
“How did it taste, Rodney? I don’t imagine that there was any sperm in it. I
wonder if that makes it taste different, but, that was probably the first load
you ever swallowed, so I guess you wouldn’t know-and I’m not going to check to
find out myself. I guess that’s just one of the mysteries of life-one that
I’ll always have to wonder about.”
“O.K., I did it,” he said, “Now, take the band off.”
“But, Rodney, I never said that I would take the band off. I just said that I
surely wouldn’t if you didn’t blow Howard. Sorry, it stays on.”
“You son of a bitch. Take it off or I’ll kill you.”
“Hard to see how you’re going to do that-considering.” With an obvious motion
of my head, I ran my eyes over him where he lay trussed up on the floor.
I ministered to my two patients. Both had already pissed where they lay,
Howard on the bed and Rodney on the floor, but, when they needed to shit, I
took them to the outhouse. I wasn’t ready to leave the cabin yet and didn’t
want to have to smell it. Whenever I untied their feet, I always kept my club
close. I washed the blood, the best I could, from Rodney’s face. His face was
bruised, black around his eyes; one eye was swollen shut, and the white of the
other eye was blood red. Since Rodney was hurt worse, I put him on the bed,
leaving Howard on the floor.
After three days, Howard’s scrotum was black, shriveled, and cracked. Puss was
oozing from it. There was no doubt that his balls were dead. I was sure that
Rodney’s were, too. His scrotum had also turned black. I decided that it was
time for me to leave. In another three days, there would be another visit from
headquarters. Neither of the two appeared to be in any danger of dying, not
that I cared, except that, if they died, then the police would never stop
looking for me. Because of that, I wanted them to live.
With a piece of tarpaulin I rigged a shelter by the spring, then had each of
them, one at a time, walk out to it, where I retied their feet. Here they
would have access to water and could pee onto the ground, not making as much
of a mess as they would in the cabin. I started to put some food out there as
well, but figured that either the dogs would get it, or that it might attract
other animals. Rodney and Howard wouldn’t starve in three days, anyway.
Once more I searched the cabin, scouring it for anything that I might need.
For food, I had prepared some sandwiches and had over a pound of jerky. It
wasn’t much, but it should last until I got to a town. I broke open Howard’s
footlocker where I found a little over $5. I found another $38 in Rodney’s
wallet. I also took a hunting knife and a .22 rifle that I found in the
cabinet. I packed my clothes and everything I could into a backpack that I
also found in the cabinet.
I walked out to the spring, where the boys were, one last time. They both
glared at me when I walked over to them. “Well, boys, guess it’s adios. I’m
leaving. How’s the balls?”
“You mother fucker,” said Rodney, “I’ll get you for this.”
“Come-come, boys, can’t we part as friends?” Then, looking at their faces,
smiled and said, “Nope, guess not-well, so long.” When I walked away they were
both cursing me.
After leaving a note on the door of the cabin telling what Rodney and Howard
had done to me in an attempt to explain why I had left them as I had, I threw
the backpack onto the front seat of the pickup, hung the rifle on the rack
which hung over the back window, and climbed in behind the wheel, not
intending to drive it very far. I didn’t want to stay on the roads where I
might meet someone else from the ranch. Never having seen a map of the ranch,
I didn’t know exactly where I was, but only knew the direction that I wanted
to go-south, and, for now, the road headed it that direction.
After I had driven for about twenty minutes, the road turned, heading away
from the direction I wanted to go, so I headed across country, but had only
gone a few miles before getting the pickup stuck. It didn’t have four wheel
drive. I abandoned it, striking out cross country, keeping the morning sun to
my left.
As the morning wore on, it became hot. I had three canteens, but, not knowing
when I would next find water, drank sparingly from them. Late in the afternoon
I came to a river. The was only one in the area, so I knew where I was. It was
the Rio Grande, although the name appeared to be a misnomer. It looked shallow
enough to wade across.
One of my canteens was empty, so I filled it, noting which one it was. I
didn’t trust the Rio Grande water. I didn’t know how many sewers emptied into
it further upstream; then, I started across-to Mexico. Half-way across I
slipped into a hole, going in over my head, but, luckily, my pack was buoyant
and didn’t pull me under. When I reached the other side, a thought struck me;
I smiled. The Texans had a derogatory name for the Mexicans who crossed over
illegally into the United States: wetbacks, implying that they got their backs
wet crossing the Rio Grande. Well, I was now a wetback-but a reverse wetback.
I’d gotten my back wet, illegally crossing into Mexico.
I spread out the contents of my pack to dry them out and discovered that most
of my food was ruined. The sandwiches were soaked-inedible, so I threw them
away, but I placed the jerky in the sun to allow it to dry. Although, as I had
said, I didn’t trust the Rio Grande water, I decided to take a chance on it.
“Anyway,” I thought. “I’ve got it made. I’m out of Texas-in Mexico. They won’t
catch me now.” I headed south-ever south, not realizing that, in the direction
I was headed, there wasn’t a town for over fifty miles-and very little water.
I didn’t eat anything that night or the next morning, but by noon I was
becoming weak from hunger, so I ate some of the jerky. It was a mistake.
Within hours I was violently ill, spewing from both ends. As I had feared the
Rio Grande water was contaminated, and having soaked the jerky, had
contaminated it. I was also down to my last half canteen of water, except for
the one filled with Rio Grande water, and I didn’t dare drink that. I threw it
away, canteen and all.
Weak, my lips cracked from dehydration, I struggled on until nightfall,
abandoning my pack along the way. My stomach and gut cramped, but nothing was
left either in my stomach or in my bowels. I finally fell asleep, not knowing-
and almost not caring-if I would awake the next morning. The only thing that
had kept me going-the same thing that had so often motivated me during the
last five years-was the image I kept in my mind of my mother’s face.
Somewhere-somewhere to the south of where I was-she was. I awoke to my mother
kissing my face-or at least in my dream, that’s what was happening, but when I
opened my eyes, it was a dog that was licking my face-ironically a sheep dog.
When I looked around, I found that I was surrounded by a flock of sheep.
Alerted by the dog’s barking the sheepherder found me and took me to his camp
beside a waterhole, one that I had passed within a couple of miles of the
previous day, not knowing that it was nearby.
With plenty of water and the sheepherder’s simple food, I soon recovered, but
had to spend a week with him before someone came out to the camp with
supplies. That person, after I convinced him that I wasn’t the gringo he
thought me to be, took me with him to town, a little village called Las Minas.
I offered him a few dollars for his trouble, but he declined to take it.
I spent the next several days hitch hiking through the state of Chihuahua
going ever southward, making slow progress because I avoided the main roads
and often rode on horse driven carts, eventually making my way to Monterrey,
where, using the last of my money, I bought a bus ticket to Mexico City. At
last, I was really on my way home-to my mother.
I was excited when the bus arrived there. I couldn’t stop looking out the
window at the buildings, hoping to see something that I recognized, because I
had realized during the ride that I had no idea how to find my mother in
Mexico City. My memories of my life there-those of a ten year-old- jumbled by
the trauma of the last five years, were a montage-a poster board on which were
plastered my hopes and my fears, my dreams and my nightmares, as well as my
actual memories. I could no longer discern which was which. I didn’t even
remember my grandfather’s last name, or where he lived. I vaguely remembered
his house, but not where it was. I’m not even sure I would have recognized him
if I saw him on the street. My only clear memory was that of my mother’s face.
When I got off the bus, I checked my pockets. I had only a handful of pesos,
worth less than a dollar in American money. I spent that riding around town on
city busses hoping to see something that was familiar-to no avail. Some of the
monuments and the main streets seemed familiar, but it didn’t help me find
what I wanted-my mother.
I thought about going to the police to solicit their aid, but was afraid that
there might be a warrant out on me from Texas with my description. I couldn’t
take the chance, especially not since I was this close to my goal-to finding
my mother, but, although I was close to her geographically, millions of people
lived in Mexico City. I didn’t know how I could find her among all of them-and
I was out of money.
Out of desperation, I decided to panhandle, something that I had practiced
during other times that I had run away. I had competition. Many other kids
were on the streets doing it, but I had an advantage-I looked like an
American. I went up to an American couple and said with tears welling in my
eyes-partly a practiced art, and partly real from my frustration of being so
close to my goal-yet so far away, “Could you help me? Some kids stole all my
money. I need some so I can get a taxi back to my hotel where my parents are.”
They looked suspiciously at my ragged and filthy clothes, but were convinced
by my English. During the last five years, I had even acquired a Texas accent.
The man initially gave me $5, but his wife admonished him saying, “Give him
some more, Henry. That’s not enough.” He gave me another $5.
I worked the scam throughout the day, always picking older couples. By the end
of the day I had over $100, which I used for a meal, some new clothes, and a
cheap hotel.
During the next three months I continued to travel around Mexico City always
looking for something familiar, a house or a face that would trigger a memory.
I ran up to every blonde woman that I saw on the street to see if she were my
mother, but I was no closer to finding her than I had been when I first
arrived in Mexico City. I celebrated my sixteenth birthday-alone.
I had bought myself a bicycle, which I rode through the streets of the City
always looking. One day I passed a house that looked familiar. I stopped, went
around to the back of the house and looked over the fence. There was the tree
I used to climb. It was my house. I went to the front door, rang the bell,
then rang it again when it wasn’t immediately answered. After what seemed to
be an interminable time, I heard footsteps crossing the tile entryway.
It wasn’t my mother who answered the door, but a black haired, dark skinned
woman dressed in a maid’s uniform. She was no one that I recognized.
In Spanish I asked, “Does Seńora Harris live here?”
“No,” she answered, “this is the home of Seńor and Seńora Garcia.
My hopes, which had been so lofty, plummeted. “Do you know how long they’ve
lived here? You see, I used to live here, and I’m desperately looking for
Seńora Harris. She’s my mother.”
“I don’t know, Seńor, she said. “I’ve only worked for them for a year. They
already lived here when I came to work for them.”
“Could I speak to Seńor or Seńora Garcia?”
I waited in the entryway while she went to get Seńora Garcia, then explained
again that I was looked for the former occupants of the house. Seńora Garcia
didn’t know my mother, but they had purchased the house five years ago through
a real estate broker. She gave me the name of the broker.
I rode my bicycle to their office. None of the agents remembered the sale and
seemed too busy to talk to a kid, but for recompense I enticed one of the file
clerks to look up the record of the sale for me. She provided me with the
address of the seller. I took a taxi there.
The house, behind a high adobe wall, was hidden from the street. All I could
see were two entrances, one for people and another for vehicles. From the
street, it looked like any other house in the area. It brought back memories
of my grandfather living in such a house, and raised my hopes some, but I
couldn’t be sure. I paid for the taxi and rang the bell at the small entrance.
I knew the person who answered the bell. It was Jose, my grandfather’s
gardener. I used to help him around the yard. “Jose, don’t you know me? It’s
Sean.”
“Sean,” he said, “Come in-come in.” then he ran for the house yelling,
“Seńora, Seńora, come quickly.”
I was standing at the doorway when I heard the click of a woman’s high heels
on the tile floor, then I heard her say, “What is it, Jose?” Then I saw her.
There might have been more lines around the eyes, but it was the same image
that had kept me going through all that I’d endured during the past five
years. It was my mother. She looked at me. Her hand went to her mouth. “Sean,”
she said. We rushed into each other arms, both crying.
I went to school, to college, and then to work for my grandfather’s company.
I’ve worked my way up to being one of the vice presidents. I hope through
merit, rather than because I’m the president’s grandson. For years I was
worried that my testicles might not function, having been subjected to so much
torture, but I’m married with two sons and a daughter.
I’ve been back to the United States, but only on business, and never to Texas.
I had someone do some discreet checking. He could find no record of an extant
warrant for Sean Harris, but it doesn’t really matter. Sean Harris no longer
exists. I took my grandfather’s last name, discarding my father’s. I’m now
Sean Gendt, Mexican citizen. When I go to the United States, I go using a
Mexican passport.
I often think about Rodney and Howard, wondering how life without balls has
been for them.
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Der Maharadscha von Radwaha - Teil 2 - German | GAY, WARNING, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Ewan bekommt die Chance, sein bestes Stück zu behalten. Ob er das schaffen wird? | Geweckt wurde Ewan durch ein sachtes Rütteln. Er gab kurz einen
undefinierbaren Laut von sich und schlug die Augen auf. Eine der Dienerinnen
stand an seinem Bett, zog aber die Hand zurück, als sie sah, dass er wach war.
»Sahib, es ist Zeit aufzustehen. Seine Majestät wartet.«
Ewan gähnte hinter vorgehaltener Hand und stieg aus dem Bett. Die Dienerin
schien sich nicht an seiner Nacktheit zu stören, sondern blieb ganz ruhig
stehen.
»Euer Gewand werdet Ihr nicht brauchen«, sagte sie. »Der Maharadscha wünscht,
dass ihr nackt erscheint.«
Der Junge seufzte, nickte aber langsam. Anscheinend war der Herrscher ein
anderer Junge, als es zunächst den Anschein gehabt hatte. Er folgte der
Dienerin durch den Palast.
»Ich kenne Euch«, sagte er dabei. »Ihr ward auch gestern im Bad, nicht wahr?«
»Das ist richtig, Sahib.«
»Wie ist Euer Name?«, fragte er neugierig.
Sie lächelte kurz, ganz so, als würde sie mehr wissen als er.
»Das ist nicht wichtig. Ich bin eine Sklavin seiner Majestät. Mein Name spielt
keine Rolle mehr.«
»Aber Ihr habt doch einen Namen, oder?«
»Jagrati, Sahib.«
»Ein schöner Name.«
»Hier hinein bitte«, sagte sie und deutete auf eine Tür.
Der Saal war mit Ausnahme von einigen starren Wachen und Dienerinnen leer.
Ansonsten stand nur der Maharadscha in der Mitte des Raumes und schenkte dem
Jungen ein Lächeln, als dieser näher kam.
»Ah, Ewan«, sagte er. »Ich hoffe doch, du hattest eine gute Nacht.«
»Ja«, sagte er. »Vielen Dank.«
Das war eine glatte Lüge. Er hatte die halbe Nacht nicht schlafen können in
Anbetracht der Ereignisse, die heute stattfinden würden. Er hatte sogar an dem
Fenster gestanden und überlegt, ob sich eine Flucht lohnen würde.
»Bitte stelle dich dort hin«, sagte der Herrscher und deutete auf die Wand.
Ewan nickte knapp und folgte dem Befehl. Während er das tat, wurde ihm
bewusst, dass der Maharadscha eben dazu übergegangen war, ihn zu duzen. Das
war bestimmt kein gutes Zeichen. Er atmete leise durch und stellte sich dann
an die freie Wand. Er kam sich etwas seltsam vor, wie er dort nackt vor allen
stand. Aber die Wachen schienen ihn gar nicht zu beachten. Sie schauten nur
stur geradeaus.
Der Maharadscha gab ein kurzes Handzeichen, woraufhin wohl sein bisheriger
Sklave hineinkam. Es war ebenfalls ein Junge in seinem Alter. Er war
dunkelhäutig, war selbst auf dem Kopf glatt rasiert und trug einen roten
Lendenschurz. Ewan stöhnte innerlich auf, hatte sogar Mühe nicht sofort den
Mut zu verlieren. Obwohl der Lendenschurz eigentlich einiges bedeckte, konnte
man unten deutlich einen Teil seines Geschlechts rausschauen sehen. Es war
wohl kein Wunder, dass dieser Jugendliche der bisherige Sexsklave des
Maharadschas gewesen war.
Auf Geheiß des Herrschers entkleidete sich der Schwarze und stellte sich neben
Ewan. Ein weiteres Mal gab es ein Zeichen des Regenten und zwei Dienerinnen
traten heran und begannen die beiden Jugendlichen langsam mit den Händen zu
befriedigen. Es brauchte nicht sonderlich lange, bis beide steif genug waren.
Die Entscheidung fiel dem Gebieter nicht sehr schwer. Ewan warf einen Blick
auf seinen Konkurrenten und wusste, dass er aufgeben konnte. Gegen dessen
Geschlecht wirkte seine eigene Männlichkeit fast schon mickrig.
Er hatte verloren.
Sein Frühstück kam ihm danach wie die reinste Henkersmahlzeit vor. Es
schmeckte zwar so gut wie immer, aber trotzdem bekam Ewan nur schwerlich etwas
herunter. Der Maharadscha hatte es ganz deutlich angekündigt. Er würde
hiernach sofort entmannt werden. Aus war der Traum. Man würde ihm sein
Geschlecht einfach wegnehmen. Der Gedanke ließ ihn am ganzen Körper erzittern.
Er konnte sich ein Leben ohne seinen Penis und ohne seine beiden Hoden einfach
nicht vorstellen. Er würde niemals mehr in den Genuss kommen, sich selbst zu
befriedigen. Niemals würde er den Sex mit einer Frau erfahren können. Selbst
wenn er es schaffen würde, den Palast zu verlassen, würde er danach vermutlich
noch nicht einmal eine Beziehung aufbauen können. Welche Frau, welches Mädchen
interessierte sich schon für einen Eunuchen? Für einen Mann, der keiner mehr
war?
Ewan spürte, wie seine Halsschlagader pumpte. Er versuchte ruhig durchzuatmen.
Die Wachen, die bewegungslos an der Tür verharrten, erstickten seine Gedanken
an eine Flucht im Keim. Er würde es niemals mit ihnen aufnehmen können.
Nach dem Frühstück wurde er zurück in den Saal begleitet, wo noch zuvor der
Vergleich stattgefunden hatte. Inzwischen hatte man in der Mitte des Raumes
eine Liege aufgestellt. Auch waren nicht mehr so viele Wachen und Diener wie
noch zuvor anwesend. Einer der männlichen Diener oder Sklaven kam auf ihn zu.
»Sahib«, sagte dieser. »Ihr erlaubt?«
Der Mann hielt ein kleines Blatt einer Pflanze in der Hand. Ewan verstand
nicht ganz, wehrte sich aber nicht, als dieser nun seinen Mund vorsichtig
aufdrückte und ihm ein paar Tropfen aus der Pflanze ausdrückte, die auf seiner
Zunge landeten. Es begann zu kribbeln und der Mann entfernte sich. Das
betäubte Gefühl auf der Zunge breitete sich rasch aus. Zunächst wurden seine
Arme schlaff, dann spürte er, wie seine Beine nachgaben. Mit einem erstickten
Stöhnen brach er zusammen. Noch ehe er den Boden berührte, fingen ihn zwei
Diener auf und schleiften ihn zur Liege, wo sie ihn auf den Rücken legten.
Ewan bemerkte etwas seltsames. Er verlor das Bewusstsein nicht. Obwohl keines
seiner Glieder ihm mehr gehorchte, er den Mund nicht öffnen und sich nicht
mehr ausdrücken konnte, war er weiterhin bei vollem Bewusstsein. Er konnte
seine Augen noch etwas bewegen, konnte atmen. Damit hörte es aber auf. Ob er
Schmerz spüren würde?
Nach ein paar Minuten konnte er sehen, wie der Maharadscha sich über ihn
beugte.
»Ich werde dich persönlich von deinen Lasten befreien«, sagte er dem betäubten
Jungen. »Keine Sorge. Es wird zwar wehtun, aber man wird sich gut um deine
Wunden kümmern. Mein Arzt ist ein Experte.«
Er bekam anscheinend etwas gereicht und zeigte dem hilflosen Ewan dann ein
scharfes, leicht gekrümmtes Messer.
»Nun gut. Beginnen wir.«
Er ging außer Sichtweite von Ewan, der weiterhin nur die Decke anstarren
konnte. Plötzlich spürte er einen stechenden Schmerz, als die Klinge in sein
Fleisch gedrückt wurde. Er hätte geschrien, wenn er dazu in der Lage gewesen
wäre. Aber so hatte er keine Wahl als einfach nur stumm alles mit sich machen
zu lassen. Gefangen im eigenen Körper. Der Schmerz nahm zu, wurde schrecklich
intensiv. Trotz des Mittels, das man ihm gegeben hatte, spürte er genau, wie
die Klinge durch seinen Penisschaft schnitt. Es war ein schreckliches Gefühl.
Man schnitt ihm bei lebendigem Leib sein Glied ab.
Das Geräusch von etwas, das auf Metall klatschte ertönte. Er hörte, wie wohl
eine Metallschale beiseite geschoben wurde. War das sein Penis gewesen? Er
fühlte etwas warmes an seinem Unterleib. Blut?
Dann wieder ein Schmerz. Dieses Mal tiefer. Offensichtlich schnitt man ihm nun
an seinen Hoden herum. Durchtrennte schmerzhaft Faser für Faser. Der Klinge
machte es nichts aus, dass Ewan stumm schreckliche Qualen durchlebte. Es
schnitt weiter durch Haut, durch Fleisch und Blut. Der Schmerz wurde noch
stärker, wurde zu einer Folter. Und noch immer das Gefühl von seinem Blut. Er
spürte, wie ihm schwindelig wurde. Er kannte dieses unangenehme Gefühl, kurz
bevor das Blut aus seinem Kopf weichen und ihn ohnmächtig lassen würde. Es war
schrecklich. Und er konnte nicht einmal etwas machen. Nicht um Hilfe schreien,
sich nicht wehren, nichts. Er war fast froh, als er endlich das Bewusstsein
verlor. Es war einfach alles zu viel für ihn.
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Histoire de l'assistante - French Language | STRAIGHT, Female; clitoridectomy | ` Histoire N°1 `
Naissance de l’Assistante
Le Spécialiste se plaît ŕ raconter ŕ l’occasion avec simplicité comment il l’a
connue, quasiment reçue en héritage.
De passage dans un pays oů les lois sont spéciales en adéquation avec une
culture éloignée de la notre voire bizarre, il était encore possible qu’un
ętre se voit légué ou donné. C’est ainsi que l’Assistante est entrée dans sa
vie.
Grand Voyageur, il avait parcouru sa contrée et un de ses riches amis avant de
s’éteindre lui avait confié le devoir de prendre soins de cette jeune fille
qui sera connue ensuite sous le nom de l’Assistante.
Le jour convenu avec l’exécuteur testamentaire, il se rendit au bazar pour l’y
rencontrer.
Il s’agissait d’une jeune femme ŕ la peau sombre, trčs réservée. Elle était en
pension dans une maison simple. Une enfance isolée, difficile explique sans
doute le caractčre trčs docile que l’Assistante s’est forgée.
Le Spécialiste devait en prendre possession pour la ramener en France. Il
apprit de l’homme de loi, que son ami avant de mourir avait organisé son
excision afin de la soumettre aux Rčgles Traditionnelles du pays. C’est ainsi
qu’un rendez-vous avait pris pour le lendemain chez l’Exciseur ou Officiant.
Il s’agissait de procéder simplement ŕ l’ablation du clitoris, opération
courante et banale pour ce pays mais paraissant choquante ŕ l’occidentale. Ne
voulant ni se soustraire aux désirs de son ami ni aux traditions du pays, il
accepta alors l’intervention.
Il pris la jeune femme craintive et timide sur ses genoux. Il expliqua que dčs
l’excision réalisée selon les voeux de son maître, il la conduirait dans son
propre pays. Le Spécialiste interrompt ici son récit pour redire que son
souhait était de plutôt ramener la jeune femme sans cette opération qu’il
jugeait alors barbare voire cruelle.
Mais le respect de la volonté d’un mort ainsi que celui de la tradition fit la
différence.
Il décide de se présenter chez l’Officiant le lendemain par curiosité teintée
d’intéręt. Il emporte alors son caméscope. C’est ainsi que maintenant, il peut
montrer ŕ ses Clients le déroulement d’une excision traditionnelle pour
présenter ensuite en soulevant un pan de la blouse blanche que l’Assistante
porte au cabinet, un sexe brun lisse et magnifiquement ciselé.
Il se arrive chez l’Officiant qui tient boutique dans le souk. La jeune femme
est déjŕ assise, attendant sagement par terre.
L’Officiant se présente, les introduit dans une pičce simple et claire, une
table au centre et de multiples instruments posés sur un chariot.
Une femme au visage voilée, le Spécialiste apprendra qu’il s’agit de son
épouse, l’assiste.
Devant le doute du Spécialiste, elle lui confie avoir sollicité de son époux
une excision dčs le début de son mariage. Sur les conseils de l’Officiant,
elle soulčve sa robe pour faire découvrir au Spécialiste la trace de
l’opération. En effet, réalisée tardivement, il a simplement étęté le bout du
clitoris et ses petites lčvres sont restés quasi intactes simplement orpheline
du renflement.
Elle éclate d’un rire cristallin et confirme ętre apaisée et tranquillisée.
Elle aide et soutient son époux dans l’accomplissement de sa tâche
traditionnelle. Le Spécialiste allume sa caméra, le cérémonial commence.
L’épouse ôte les vętements de la jeune femme, la rassure de la voix, lui fait
doucement écarter les cuisses. Elle passe alors un long moment ŕ frotter le
ventre de la jeune femme avec une pommade odorante et apaisante.
La jeune femme commence ŕ se détendre. L’épouse lui alors présente un miroir
pour qu’elle observe son sexe glabre et sombre. Elle lui demande de bien
disjoindre tout doucement avec ses doigts ses grandes lčvres charnues afin de
découvrir son clitoris rosé, objet du rituel. Elle lui parle doucement, lui
explique ŕ voix basse le déroulement de la coutume ancestrale.
Elle insiste pour que la jeune femme touche ce petit renflement inconnu jusque
lŕ, le fasse grossir, le roule entre ses doigts. Elle l’aide męme en enduisant
la fente d’un nouvel onguent qui la lubrifie en stimulant la jeune femme.
Elle découvre alors qu’un frisson délicieux se propage. Son bassin tressaille
de joie, tout son corps frémit. L’épouse lui sourit et la conforte dans ses
caresses et effleurements. Elle encourage ces pratiques ŕ de nombreuses
reprises jusqu’ŕ épuisement total.
C’est alors que retirant la glace, elle saisit délicatement le petit clitoris
rose, retrousse le capuchon vivement et frotte d’une feuille la délicate et
fine peau du bouton. Irritante l’herbe provoque aussitôt son inflammation.
Elle s’adresse alors au Spécialiste pour l’informer que la jeune femme est
pręte.
Son époux va venir pratiquer l’intervention rituelle. Un frisson de plaisir
jusque lŕ inconnu du Spécialiste le parcourt et résonne dans son sexe.
L’épouse perçoit le trouble qui s’installe. La jeune femme est calme, détendue
sur la table. Elle tient toujours les bords de ses grandes lčvres écartées
suivant ainsi ŕ la lettre les indications de l’épouse.
Le Spécialiste en profite pour bien filmer cette petite vulve sombre et ce
clitoris distendu. La jeune femme sourit doucement.
L’Officiant arrive, vérifie, examine, contrôle que le clitoris est bien dilaté
et turgescent, boursouflée et congestionné par le traitement de son épouse. En
effet, les consignes de l’exécuteur testamentaire sont claires. Il s’agit de
les suivre ŕ la lettre ayant été payé en conséquence, une ablation
traditionnelle lui a été commandée.
Il choisit alors soigneusement sur le chariot, un petit bistouri pour officier
Il s’agit pour lui de sectionner le clitoris rose au niveau du renflement. Il
travaille toujours de bas en haut pour ne pas risquer de blesser la fragile
vulve. Son geste doit ętre technique et habile. L’épouse demande ŕ la jeune
femme de poser ses mains bien ŕ plat sur la table pour ne pas le gęner durant
l’excision.
L’Officiant écarte simplement de sa main gauche, avec son pouce et son index,
les lčvres brunes, potelées et charnues. Il tient dans la droite l’instrument
tranchant, pręt ŕ inciser les chairs.
D’un geste ferme, vif et précis, il excise le petit bouton rose.
Du fait de la préparation soigneuse, méticuleuse, minutieuse, patiente de
l’épouse, la jeune femme tressaille simplement ne ressentant qu’un impalpable
picotement, une légčre brűlure.
Une petite compresse est déposée sur la minuscule plaie. L’épouse applaudie.
Elle félicite la jeune femme pour son calme et sa participation active ŕ
l’acte traditionnel. Elle masse de nouveau le corps de la jeune femme et
l’oint d’huiles essentielles parfumées.
Le clitoris minuscule est déposé dans une petite boîte en bois rare et
parfumé.
Puis vérifiant que la fente ne saigne pas, l’épouse rhabille la jeune femme,
lui remet le réceptacle. L’excision est accomplie. La cérémonie se termine par
le partage de la boisson traditionnelle sucrée.
Le Spécialiste garde son émoi. Il vient de comprendre toute la valeur de ce
geste qu’il jugeait ŕ partir de sa culture. Il fait alors monter sa protégée
dans sa grande voiture noire et lui caresse doucement la tęte. Elle sourit et
s’endort sur son épaule. Il l’emporte avec son secret.
C’est le début d’une longue intimité et collaboration...
Deploy 7/04/03
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Surfschule mit Jutta | TESTICLES | Boys und ihre ersten Erfahrungen | Wir kamen am Abend im Lager an. Wir wollten alle das Windsurfen erlernen.
Als erstes wurden die Gruppen eingeteilt. Es waren immer f¸nf Boys und f¸nf
Girls pro Gruppe. Wir zogen in unseren Bungalow. Rechts die M‰dels und links
die Jungs.
In der Mitte, im Eingangsbereich frontal zwischen den Eing‰ngen zu den
Unterk¸nften, ein kleiner Duschraum und die Toilette.
Ich wollte schnell mal pinkeln gehen, da es schon mehr als dringend war, aber
vor dem ÷rtchen standen bereits 3 Personen und es war besetzt.
Die n‰chste wat ein groþ gewachsenes M‰del, sie sagte sie heiþt Jutta und
lachend bemerkte sie wenn es noch lange dauert, werde wohl das Hˆschen nass.
Die T¸r ging auf uns Jutta sagte alle die dringend m¸ssen und sich trauen
kommen mit rein. Wir gingen alle. Jutta zog ihr Hˆschen runter und trat in die
Dusche, hockte sich hin und pinkelte los. Das zweite M‰del hockte daneben. Wir
Jungs wollten an die Kolbrille treten aber Jutta sagte kommt doch auch mit
her. Wir traten an die Dusche und zogen die Hosen etwas runter. Jutta sagte
Hosen ganz aus und pissen. Wir taten es. Es war schon mehr als nˆtig. Ich
setzte meinen Strahl voll in eine freie Ecke. Jutta griff sich meinen Schwanz
und schon duschte sie in meiner Pisse. Auch das zweite M‰del wurde voll
geduscht. Der Boy der neben mir stand beteiligte sich und bepisste die beiden
M‰dels.
Jutta stand auf und ich sah ihre rasierte Mˆse. Sie drehte die Dusche auf und
seifte uns und sich ein. Mich fragte sie ob ich es schon mal gemacht h‰tte.
Ich wurde rot.
Sie l‰chelte und griff meinen Pimmel. Sie versuchte die Vorhaut zur¸ckzuziehen
aber das ging nicht. Ich sah wie der Boy neben mir eine gewaltige Latte
kriegte. Jutta sagte rasiert eure Dinger und ich werde euere Jungfr‰ulichkeit
beenden. Zu dem zweiten M‰del sagte sie fragend, ob sie mitmachen wolle. Diese
nickte heftig.
Wir seiften unsere Pimmel ein und Jutta hatte plˆtzlich einen Rasierer in der
Hand und schon fielen unsere Schamhaare . Der Raum f¸llte sich und bald war
die ganze Truppe von zehn Leuten im Raum. Alle rasierten sich zwischen den
Beinen. Einer der Boys war etwas zˆgerlich als er die Unterhose ausziehen
sollte. Er war noch fast ohne Haare und sein Teil war noch der eines Kindes,
obwohl er altersm‰þig eigentlich weit entwickelter h‰tte sein m¸ssen. Jutta
lachte und sagte, er solle sich nix draus machen, in einem Jahr oder so w¸rden
die anderen vor Neid erblassen , wenn ein Teil wie ein Unterarm im Raum
st‰nde. Der Boy l‰chelte froh und seine ersten paar H‰rchen fielen zu Boden.
Jutta sagte : Leute jetzt ist es zeit zur allgemeinen Entjungferung. Alle die
ihre Unschuld schon verloren haben gehen bitte ins Bett. Keiner ging.
So, sagte Jutta, die Jungs machen uns mal geil, indem sie sich einen
abwichsen.
Schon keulten wir Boys, in Aussicht unseren ersten Fick zu kriegen los.
Philip, das war der noch etwas unterentwickelte Knabe, wurde von Jutta
herangezogen und sie nahm seinen kleinen Penis in ihren Mund.
Wir spritzten kurz nacheinander ab. Das Sperma tropfte oder spritzte in die
Dusche. Wir wuschen die Reste ab.
Jutta sagte das Jungs eigentlich untereinander Sex haben ehe sie mit M‰dels
schlafen.
Sie fragte mich, ob ich Philip ficken wollte ich trat an ihn heran. Jutta
schmierte etwas Creme auf ein Poloch und ich schob mein Teil gegen seinen
Hintereingang. Ich sp¸rte wie ich den Schlieþmuskel langsam durchdrang. Auch
der innere Muskel gab langsam nach und ich steckte drin, ich steckte in einem
Knabenarsch und fickte mit langsamen Bewegungen. Ich schob mein Teil tief in
den Po und sp¸rte wie sich mein Hˆhepunkt unaufhaltsam n‰herte. Ich wollte es
noch etwas herauszˆgern, aber es kam. Ich ergoss mich in Philips Darm. Nach
etlichen Sch¸ben lieþ meine Geilheit nach und mein Schwanz wurde schlaff. Ich
zog ihn raus und sah das meine Vorhaut zum ersten mal ganz ¸ber die Eichel
zur¸ckgezogen war. Philip schiss schurzend die Ladung Sperma aus. Dicke weiþe
F‰den klecksten aus seinem Hintereingang. Auf seiner Schwanzspitze hatten sich
dicke Tropfen seines Spermas den Weg nach auþen gebahnt. Sie liefen den Schaft
seines kleinen aber total steifen Gliedes hinab.
Ich war noch ganz mit mir besch‰ftigt, als ich plˆtzlich Juttas Finger mit
etwas Glitschigem an meinem Poloch sp¸rte. Gleich folgte ein dicker Schwanz
und schon schob sich eine Eichel durch meine Schlieþmuskel. Es war ein total
geiles Gef¸hl.
Ich dr‰ngte mich dem eindringendem Schwanz entgegen und sp¸rte wie ich vˆllig
ausgef¸llt wurde. Einige langsame Fickbewegungen und ich sp¸rte das Zucken des
abspritzenden Schwanzes. Das Teil in mir schrumpfte und ich furzte das Sperma
mit schauerlichen Ger‰uschen in die Dusche. Reihum wurden alle Jungs in den
Arsch gefickt. Der letzte hatte keinen Stecher mehr, da Philip keinen Steifen
mehr kriegte.
Jutta setzte einen Finger an den bereit gehaltenen Po und drang ein. Schon
steckten zwei Finger im Schlieþmuskel. Der Boy keuchte geil und schob sich der
Hand entgegen. Sein Penis stand steif und d¸nne F‰den dickfl¸ssiger Substanz
tropfte langsam ab. Jutta schob Finger f¸r Finger weiter in den ihr entgegen
gereckten Po. Schon steckte die ganze Hand im Hintern des Boys. Er sonderte
extrem heftig Fl¸ssigkeit ab. Als Jutta ihre Hand herauszog schoss eine
Fontaine Sperma aus seinem Schwanz. Wir gingen alle nackt in das
M‰dchenzimmer. Wir tranken Wein und unterhielten uns. Bald reckte sich der
erste Schwanz steif auf und er durfte eins der M‰dels ficken. Aufgegeilt durch
die Szene stiegen unsere Pimmel auf und wir fickten die M‰dels der Reihe nach
durch.
Bald hingen unsere kahl rasierten Schw‰nze ermattet und zusammengeschrumpft
herab. Die Mˆsen der M‰dels waren rot und wundgefickt. Sperma lief an ihren
Beinen aus Po und Mˆse herab.
Dann verschwanden alle in ihren Betten. Ich war froh. Ich hatte das erste mal
gefickt. Ich war nun ein Mann. Stolz erf¸llte mich.
Am n‰chsten Fr¸h standen wir alle nackt gemeinsam unter der Dusche.
Die M‰dels melken unsere Morgenlatten und sp¸lten die abgespritzten Ladungen
einfach mit der Dusche weg.
Der Tag war anstrengend und die M‰dels einfach fitt und besser drauf.
Kurz vor Mittag zog mich Jutta ins dichte Schilf. Sie streifte meinen
Surfanzug herunter und leckte mir das Arschloch. Dann steckte sie einen Finger
nach dem anderen in mich. Ich war vor Geilheit fast abgehoben. Ich sp¸rte ihre
Hand in mir und sie dr¸ckte auf meine Vorsteherdr¸se. Ich schoss mit einem
unglaublichen Druck ab.
Ich hatte das Gef¸hl, meine Eier w‰ren vˆllig leer. Dann dr¸ckte mich Jutta
runter, stellte sich ¸ber mich und ihre Pisse prasselte in mein Gesicht. Ich
empfand den warmen Strahl sehr angenehm. Schon war Jutta weg und bald mit dem
n‰chsten im Schilf verschwunden.
Der Abend war wieder voll mit Sex und anderen geilen Spielen.
Philip fickte allen Jungs in den Arsch und wir anderen kriegten einen
geblasen, wobei die M‰dels heute die Ladungen schluckten.
Jutta erz‰hlte in unserer Runde, das sie sexs¸chtig sei und am liebsten mit
tausend Boys Sex h‰tte. Sie w¸nsche sich einen Partner, der asexuell sei und
ihre st‰ndig wechselnden Partner akzeptieren w¸rde.
Ich sagte ihr das ich gern dieser Partner w‰re.
Jutta erwiderte, das ich da aber kastriert sein m¸sste. Ich bekam eine
gewaltige Latte.
Schon st¸lpte Jutta ihren Mund ¸ber meinen St‰nder. Sie brachte mich schnell
zum Hˆhepunkt und schluckte die Ladung.
Damit war klar, ich werde meine Eier verlieren.
Die M‰dels waren mir nun alle sehr groþz¸gig zur Verf¸gung.
Dann brachte Jutta die Kastrierzange. Sie spritzte mir ein Schmerzmittel und
setzte die Zange an.
Mit einem knirschenden Ger‰usch schloss sich die Zange. Jutta brachte ein
Messer hervor und schnitt meinen Sack ab. Ich spritzte mein Sperma in weitem
Bogen raus.
Die anderen Jungs spritzten auch ab. Ihre steifen Schw‰nze zitterten beim
Anblick meines abgetrennten Sackes.
Ich war ein Eunuch.
Schon trat Philip vor und sagte ich will es auch und reckte sein kleines
Pimmelchen vor.
Die Zange biss zu und Jutta s‰belte dem kleinen Sack ab.
Schon war der n‰chste und bot eine Eier an.
Ein Sack nach dem anderen wurde abgeschnitten und schon waren wir f¸nf
kastriert.
Am n‰chsten tag zog Jutta um, in die n‰chste Unterkunft und bald w¸rden auch
dort nur noch M‰dels und Geschlechtslose sein. Bis zu ihren ersten Tausend
hatte Jutta noch einiges zu tun.
Am Abschlusstag gingen wir gemeinsam baden.
Nackt!
H¸bsche 25 M‰dels, alle blank rasiert und 25 Eunuchen mit kleinen Narben unter
ihren schlaffen Pimmeln. Es war, da alle rasiert waren gut zu sehen, kleine
geschrumpfte Penisse und nichts darunter, alle ohne Sack. Die frischen Narben
leuchteten noch rot und wund, Jutta sagte uns aber das diese bald fast ganz
unsichtbar w¸rden und in dem nur schwach nachwachsenden Schamhaaren ganz
verschw‰nden.
Unsere Pimmelchen w¸rden sehr bald dem vom Philip gleich sein, also zu
Winzlingen schrumpfen. Aber daf¸r w‰re jetzt in unseren Unterhosen reichlich
Platz.
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Ein Boy f■r Mich (German) | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION | Rettung eines kleinen Diebes, meine Bi- Neigung und meine neue Ehefrau, und das mit nur zwei Mitwirkenden. | ` Der junge Radler `
Eigentlich wollte ich schon lange mein Rad wieder flott machen. Ich ging an
einem Radgeschðft vorbei und dachte an eben diese Absicht, stoppte und ging
hinein.
Ich suchte einiges zusammen und musste immerzu einen Knaben ansehen der
unmittelbar mit mir in das Geschðft gekommen wat. Er war ca. 16 Jahre, sehr
schlank, blond und ich sp■rte meine Geilheit wachsen. Er war einfach geil
anzusehen. Seine Bewegungen waren bezaubernd, seine Mimik einfach s■Ô. Ich war
total abgelenkt. Ich beobachtete wie er ein teil aus dem Regal unter sein
Shirt schob. Als er dieses hob um das teil zu verstauen, sah ich seine
Radlerhose und das Teil im ihnen wat deutlich zu erkennen. Ich sp■rte wie ich
steif wurde in der Hose und wie ein Geilheitstropfen meine Slips
durchfeuchteten. Ich wat froh eine weite Hose zu tragen. Ich sah auch wie ein
Kerl vom Personal meinen Traumprinzen beim Klau beobachtete. Der Hinterhalt an
der Kasse bildete sich. Mehrere Herren postierten sich scheinbar ganz
unauffðllig. Ich wollte nicht das er jetzt erwischt wurde, ich hatte eine
riesige Sympathie f■r ihn. Ich trat hinter Ihn , zum zur■cklegen des Teils war
es zu spðt, da wir an der Kasse angekommen waten und sagte eh hast du das
Ding gefunden was du solltest, Timm? er sah mich verdutzt an. In diesem
Augenblick sprachen unsere Augen miteinander, die Herren wollten gerade
starten, als er mir ein Ritzel aus seinem Shirt ■bergab. Der Anblick den ich
hatte, diese unmittelbare Nðhe zu ihm, sein glatter bauch und die Konturen
seines Geschlechts, ich war einfach hin. Ich war f■r meinen Rettungseinsatz
tausendfach belohnt.
Ich zahlte , alles was nun auf dem Band lag, erfreute mich an dem bl—den
Gesichtern der lauernden Herren und wir ( ja, ja, wir !!!) gingen auf die
Strasse hinaus. Sein straffer Po vor mir, einfach geil dieser Anblick.
DrauÔen sah er mich an und fragte woher ich ihn kenne und danke f■r die
Rettung.
Ich sagte das ich ihn nicht kenne, nur merkte das die ihm auflauerten.
Er erwiderte das ich doch seinen Namen kenne! Ich sagte ihm das war einfach
Zufall,
er sehe eben aus wie ein Timm. Wir schlenderten die Strasse entlang und
erzðhlten.
Ich gab ihm sein Radersatzteil und er bot an, mir mein Rad zu bauen. Wir
wollten uns Sonntag treffen. Ich gab ihm die Anschrift und dachte eigentlich
nicht das er kommen w■rde.
Sonntag , ich im Bett. Es klingelt, ich auf und Timm steht vor der Gartent■r.
Als er mein Rad sah, entfuhr ihm ein Bewunderungspfiff. Man sagte er, das
wðre was.
Er reparierte und nach der Probefahrt, er hatte dabei gleich an der Tankstelle
ein Sixpack Pilsner geholt, wðhrend ich den Druck aus meinen Eiern keulte, der
mir wðhrend seines basteln entstanden war.
Er bot ein Anblick, einfach zu geil. Ich animierte ihn dazu bei mir zu
duschen, er stand pl—tzlich nur im Slip vor mir. Ich versuchte meine Augen zu
zwingen, aber sie waren wie angeschraubt, auf seiner Slipvorderseite. Da
geschah es, er zog den Slip , wðhrend er das Handtuch von mir nahm, einfach
aus. Nackt stand er da, drehte sich rum und ging mit leichtem Gang zur Dusche.
Sein Hinterbacken zeigten das Spiel der schlanken Muskeln .
Ich konnte mich nicht beherrschen und die Ladung schoss in meine d■nne Hose,
durchfeuchtete diese und die nðchste Ladung drang durch das leichte
Baumwollgewebe.
Timm sah zu mir, mein Atem ging rasend und forderte mich auf mit zu duschen,
ich hðtte es gerade bitter n—tig.
Was sich unter der Dusche abspielte, lðsst sich damit kurz beschreiben, das es
mir noch einige male kam. Timm wusch , massierte und dann . blies er mir
einen.
Er blieb ■ber Nacht. Er sagte mir das sowieso keiner Interesse an ihm hðtte.
Seine Eltern wðren froh wenn er wegbliebe. Ich schenkte ihm mein Rad, nachdem
ich ihn anal beschlafen hatte, ich versprach ihm eine tolle Lederjacke als er
im mir steckte. Er hatte ein mðchtiges Teil und ich hatte erst M■he es in mich
zu kriegen . Aber dann war es geil.
Nach ausgiebigem Schlaf, gingen wir am Montag die versprochene Jacke kaufen.
Als Timm einen Blick in meine Brieftasche warf, pfiff er wieder, bewundernd.
Er sagte eine Minute spðter im Fahrstuhl, f■r so eine Menge Zaster w■rde er
sein rechtes Ei geben. Wir wurden uns schnell einig. Ei Hoden und die Vorhaut
20.000.- Dollar, ein Jahr meine Hure spielen das gleiche noch einmal.
Ich ging mit Ihm zur Bank.
Er bekam die Spritze mit der —rtlichen Betðubung in seinen wunderbaren Schwanz
und in den Sack. Wir warteten und Timm sprach unsere Vereinbarung auf ein
Videoband.
Ich probierte ob er noch was sp■rte und da er nun nichts mehr merkte ging es
los.
Timm wollte nichts sehen, zog sich ein Kissen vors Gesicht und sagte , fang
an.
Ich fixierte seine Beine, die Arme und den K—rper mit Paketklebeband.
Dann desinfizierte ich den frisch rasierten Bereich.
Ich trennte den Hodensack rechts beginnend etwa 2 cm vom obersten Punkt auf.
Ich war wie im Trauma. Sollte es nicht nur ein Hoden sein? Ich schnitt wie
unter Zwang weiter, der Sack hing schon halb offen, dann trennte ich ihn
weiter, weiter Zentimeter um Zentimeter.
Ich stand auf riss meine Hose in Fetzen und wichste hemmungslos, unterbrach,
schnitt einen weiteren Zentimeter , wichste, schnitt den letzten Rest und
st■lpte den Sack nach unten weg.
Er hing an den Eiern, die nun an den Verbindungsstielen hingen. Mir spritzte
das Sperma, mein Sperma bis ins Gesicht. Ich trennte ein Ei mit einer Schere
ab.
Ich spritzte wieder eine Ladung in die Luft. Mein K—rper bebte in geilen
Zuckungen als ich das zweite Ei griff. Ich hatte einen Orgasmus das mir fast
die Sinne schwanden, er endete nicht, ich zuckte in wilden Sch■ben von
Erg■ssen und das zweite Ei war abgetrennt.
Ich keuchte und der abgetrennte Sack mit den Hoden vom Timm fiel zu Boden.
Nach dem vernðhen seiner Wunde, wurde mir erst bewusst, was geschehen war.
Timm wurde von mir castriert. Im Sexrausch zum Eunuchen gemacht.
Ich trennte seine Fesseln . Er wollte nur schlafen.
Nach Stunden traf ich ihm vorm Spiegel. Er war ganz gelassen und sagte, das
das nun aber was extra kostet.
Dann er—ffnete er mir, das er sich schon immer gew■nscht hatte ein Girl zu
sein. Er gab mir einen Kuss und meinte, der R■ssel soll auch demnðchst ab.
Wie Timm zum Nullo wurde berichte ich spðter. Nur so viel, er wurde
fachgerecht zur Frau umgestaltet und wir sind nun schon lange verheiratet. Ach
ja, unsere Zweitringe haben wir aus seinen Hoden gefertigt.
Ja, und noch was, in seinem Sack sind wieder echte Hoden meine Hoden. Ich
habe mir einen Lederslip gemacht und die gegerbte Haut seines Sackes, bildet
das Lederst■ck in meinem Schritt. Die Haut vom Penis, die ich spðter kriegte,
bildet das Poteil, so das sein Schwanz f■r den Arsch ist, f■r meinen Arsch ,
wie Timm , ðh, Tammy, wie sie nun heiÔt, immer sagt. Nun brauche ich nichts
mehr berichten denke ich.
Nur sollte jemand Lust haben, so kann er die Geschichte, aus der Sicht vom
Timm, mal erzðhlen.
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Animal Farm Resort - Chapter 1 | WARNING, BI, NULLIFICATION | Sometimes turnabout is the best way. | Animal Farm Resort
Chapter 1
I've given lots of thought lately to how sexual fantasies begin, and then take
on a life of their own, soon changing from something that is occasionally
present during sex to something we think of most of the time. Once a fantasy
reaches that stage, it's just a short step until it becomes an obsession, and
when that happens, what was once just a pleasant daydream becomes all-
consuming, even to the point that nothing can stand in the way of its
realization. I'm sure you already know that's exactly what happened with me,
and that I'm now going to tell you the details so you can avoid the path I
traveled, and the consequences that I'm now living with, assuming you care to.
As for me, I'm happy with the way everything has worked out, and wouldn't
change a single part of it.
My fantasy began about four years after my wife, Kathy, and I tied the knot.
I'll never know just what first planted the idea in my mind, other than she
would on occasion make a comment about some particularly good-looking man we
would see in the grocery store or some other place. She never once indicated
she'd like to have sex with the fellow, but somehow the idea of that happening
began to dominate my thoughts more and more. I'll leave the psychoanalysis to
others, and won't attempt to justify my fantasy with lots of big words and
rationalizations. Suffice it to say that soon after the idea first popped into
my fevered brain, it was just about all I ever thought of when we were in bed
together. Within a year after that, I was spending hour after hour surfing the
Internet, looking for Websites that would fan the flames of my perversion.
Every story about a woman having extra-marital sex, every photograph of a
woman being fucked by another man while her husband watched, and every blog
written by a cuckold served to further inflame me. In short, my fantasy had
become an obsession.
It didn't stop there, as it should have. In fact, it became more and more
perverted. You see, what happened was that I stumbled across a Website that
was called, innocently enough, "farmgirls." Thinking that I'd see photos of
luscious babes driving tractors and doing other sorts of work around the farm,
I signed up to join the site. That was the beginning of my descent into the
special part of hell that's reserved for perverts like me.
What the Website actually dealt with, as most of you already know, was women
having sexual relations, not with other men, but with farm animals, and from
the first moment I saw the photos and read the stories, I was lost. From then
on, all I could think of was my lovely wife being in those same situations,
being penetrated by every animal from a small dog to a stallion. Of course, in
my mind's eye, I was standing right there beside her, watching as she was bred
by rams and bulls, seeing the unbridled passion on her face and listening to
her cries of joy as her "lovers" brought her to higher and higher levels of
arousal.
It was probably three months after my first introduction to that perversion
that I stumbled across a link to a hotel in a small European country that
called itself, "Animal Farm Resort." The name alone was enough to capture my
attention, but when I clicked the link, and then read the descriptive
paragraphs and saw the photos, I knew I'd at last found the answer to my
prayers.
The sub-title alone, right beneath the name of the hotel, was enough to
transfix me. It read, "Bring your spouse to us, and we'll fulfill every
perverted fantasy you've ever had about her and farm animals." There were
dozens of photos of women being bred by farm animals, in every position
imaginable. The one that captivated my imagination, though, showed women tied
face down to what was called a "mounting platform." It was nothing more than a
simple table upon which the woman had been placed, with her wrists and ankles
tied to iron rings in the floor below. The rings securing her ankles were
placed far apart, assuring her crotch would be stretched as wide open as
possible, giving her "lover" easy access to her charms. I'm sure I stared for
hours at the photos showing woman after woman spread open like that, with
rampant stud animals preparing to mount her, or with their penises already
buried deep, spreading her hole to its maximum extent. In every instance, in
my imagination it was my wife tied there, her voice uttering cries of ecstasy
and begging for more and larger animals to breed her.
The next paragraph went on in more detail, claiming that even the most
reluctant wife would soon be an enthusiastic participant, even if her
enthusiasm had to be "aided" by certain potions which would be secretly added
to her food and drink while at the resort. It was claimed that any woman would
be unable to resist the charms of the stud animals housed in the hotel's
stables, and would quickly demand that she be serviced by their dogs, boars,
rams, bulls, and stallions. That was the answer to my prayers, and I knew I'd
at last found what I'd been seeking for such a long time. All I had to do was
devise a plan to get us to the Animal Farm Resort, and my beautiful Kathy
would soon be engaged in sexual relations with every animal imaginable, while
I stood nearby watching, at last giving free rein to my obsession.
Our sixth wedding anniversary would be celebrated slightly more than three
months in the future, after I first read the advertisement for the hotel, and
that was the basis of my underhanded plan to get my wife to agree to go to
Europe. That very night, I broached the subject of us making the event really
special by celebrating it in some foreign country, and while Kathy was
initially reluctant, she at last agreed it would probably be fun. Her assent
was music to my ears, and I booked our reservation that very night, with my
head filled all the while with visions of her being mounted by animals of
every description and size, and her demanding more and more, each with a
larger penis than the last.
I was sure Kathy would need the particular type of "help" the resort offered,
and in the comments I added to the booking, I specified that "medicinal
assistance" should be available, and that it should be discreetly
administered. Within just a few hours, I had received confirmation from the
hotel, and our fate was sealed.
That night, my desire could not be denied, and when Kathy at last rolled to
her back and parted her legs to allow me entry, I immediately lay atop her.
However, even before my first thrust was completed, my extreme arousal
overcame me, and my swollen balls began to empty inside her. That had been
happening more and more often as my fantasy turned to obsession, and at last
her patience with me came to an end.
She said in exasperation, "What's going on, honey? Can't you at least wait
until I'm ready, too? Don't my own orgasms mean anything?"
All I could do was apologize in shame, and try to reassure her that her
pleasure was very important to me, but that I found it impossible to withhold
my own release. She lay there in silence for awhile, then reached down and
placed her hand on my wilting penis. In a disgusted tone of voice, she said,
"Well, it looks like you can't do anything with that, can you? If you really
mean it that it's important for me to cum, too, then you'll just have to use
something else, won't you?" With no hesitation, she placed one hand on the top
of my head, then firmly pushed it toward her crotch.
As with most husbands who long to be cuckolded, I had fantasized about licking
her lover's cum from my wife's pussy, and when I realized she was now almost
demanding that I do something similar, I was instantly aroused once again. I'm
sure that was the only reason I was able to do something most men would find
disgusting, which was to lick a vagina that was filled with my own semen.
Whatever it was, that's what I did, and Kathy demonstrated her pleasure with
my efforts by climaxing in record time.
As we lay cuddling and kissing in the afterglow of good sex, she said in a
throaty whisper, "You're better at eating than at fucking. Maybe that's the
way we should do it from now on. Hmmm?" Unthinkingly, I whispered my assent,
never dreaming she was serious. However, the very next night she demonstrated
just how serious she was, because the moment I had ejaculated prematurely, she
placed both her hands on my shoulders and pushed my body downward, saying,
"Get down there and eat me. Hurry!" Once again, I did as she wanted, and once
again she exploded in orgasm, filling my eager mouth with what I'd so recently
filled her pussy. After that, I needed no urging to do as she wanted, and in
the days and nights that dragged by as we waited for our vacation, that mode
of sex became standard for us.
There was one change that seemed to happen almost overnight about two weeks
after I'd booked our stay at the Animal Farm Resort. The change was all in
Kathy, and I was so pleased with it that it never occurred to me to wonder
what had caused it.
In the past, we had always had sex with my wife lying on her back, and me on
top, in what is called the "missionary position." That changed on the night in
question, when after a short period of foreplay, she pushed me to my back and
then straddled my crotch, impaling herself on my dick. She said nothing other
than, "This'll be better."
It evidently wasn't any better, or worse, for me, though. As always before, my
balls began to empty as soon as I entered her. With no hesitation, she lifted
off my deflating penis, then moved to my mouth. In the husky whisper that
signaled her arousal, she said, "Eat it, damn you! You've been leaving some of
your slime inside me, and from now on you're going to suck out every drop."
As expected, that's exactly what I did. Not only that night, but every night
up until two weeks preceding our departure date, when she announced that she
thought we should make our anniversary even more special by not having sex
until we got to the resort. By that time, I would have done anything for her,
and reluctantly agreed to her conditions. Believe me, the next two weeks and
two days were the longest in my life.
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Roundhill Reformatory | STRAIGHT, WARNING, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | This story is about the punishment of six young men for violating the new penal code. Their punishment is rather violent. This story is not intended for consumption by those under the age of 18. (Warning, Judicial Nullification, Rape Punishment, Minor). | Roundhill Reformatory
By D. Bone.
This story is about the punishment of six young men for violating the new
Penal Code. Their punishment is rather violent. This story is not a story
intended for consumption by those under the age of 18. (Warning, Judicial
Nullification, Rape Punishment, Minor)
* * *
Mark and Tim awoke to the loud ringing of a bell. Judging by the light outside
the small window it was just dawn. Both young men were completely naked, and
both had their wrists and ankles tied. Both had their pubic hair roughly
shaved off by the guards when they had been brought in the previous night.
Mark was just 16 years old. Tim was only 19 years old. Last night when both
boys shared their stories Mark had found out that Tim had been convicted of
the statutory rape of a 17 year old cheerleader. “She led me on and enjoyed
herself”, Tim had said. “Then when I dropped her off, her folks must have made
her tell them”, he cried. Mark had wondered why he was being singled out for
such a harsh punishment. After all, all that he had been convicted of was
publicly exposing himself. It had just been an accident and unintentional. “If
I had known that would happen I wouldn’t have cut-off those pants so short”,
he had told the 51 year old female Judge. The victim was a 39 year old
overweight and unattractive librarian. She had started screaming when she had
noticed the head of the young boy’s flaccid cock and a bit of his scrotum
hanging outside of his very short cut-off shorts. The prosecutor was also
female and had called for a permanent end to this type of behavior. Despite
the pleas of Mark’s mother and attorney, Mark had been given the maximum
punishment. He was to lose his genitals for his crime at the Roundhill
Reformatory. Because of budget cuts most young men were physically punished
instead of being incarcerated. But his lawyer had told him to expect maybe 5
or 10 strokes from the whip, at the most. Mark had fainted when the judge had
condemned him to the maximum sentence. The boy had spent half of the night
crying himself to sleep, in horror of what awaited him at dawn.
Just then the sound of a key turning in the door’s lock startled both young
men. The cell door flew open and four big, burly guards rushed in. Both boys
had ball-gags inserted in their mouths and tightened into place. Then they
were unfastened from their restraints, then cuffed with their hands in front
of them, and two guards each forced them down the hall. After two minutes of
being rapidly pushed down the hallway past dozens of holding cells, at the end
of the hallway was a double door. Painted words on the door announced the
Punishment Center. Suddenly the right door opened, and both boys were pushed
though it. Both boys were marched about 20 feet into the room and then
separated. Mark noticed that it was awfully hot in the room. They were turned
left and 20 feet ahead there were four naked young men sitting on what
appeared to be barstools, tied to the stools with heavy straps around their
legs, and by ropes fastened to their wrists and knees to pulleys mounted in
the ceiling. Two young men were each on either side of a six-foot wide, 12
foot long, one-foot deep steel trough that formed a depression in the floor.
All four young men had their legs spread really wide and their testicles and
the root of their cocks were encased in a steel cup-like device that had two
metal straps over the top of either end of the device. The cup was then
fastened underneath the seat of the barstool by a heavy black rod. Mark
noticed two more barstool-like seats, one on either side of the trough. Both
stools had a black post jutting upwards out of the seat which Mark roughly
estimated at eight inches tall by two inches in diameter. Just then the one
guard yelled at him to stop and then to bend over and grab his ankles. Mark
quickly complied and bent way over.
On the other side of the trough the same procedure was being inflicted on Tim.
Tim reached over and grabbed his ankles, then felt something cold and slippery
being inserted in his anus. Mark’s one guard grabbed a tube of hand crčme and
squeezed a dollop out onto a small plastic sex toy, about six inches long and
a bit over an inch in diameter. Then the guard forced it into Mark’s exposed
anus, and moved it in and out a few times. Mark had never had anything but an
enema hose or a rectal thermometer in his asshole before and he tried to yelp
through his ball gag. “I’ll give you something to complain about”, the guard
said, as he slapped Mark’s balls hard, after which Mark screamed into his gag.
Then one guard on either side of him grabbed Mark underneath his knees and
around his back and lifted him up and over the stool. As they let him back
down his anus was ripped apart by the black post getting forced in. Again Mark
screamed into his ball-gag. Two other guards did the same thing to Tim.
Several heavy straps were tightened around the root of Mark’s legs tying him
securely to the barstool. Mark’s balls were supported inside of the steel cup,
as the one guard tightened the two metallic straps around his cock, the one
around the root of his dick below his balls, and the other above his balls.
Six 1/2 inch diameter ropes hung down from the ceiling, and three of the ropes
had steel fasteners attached to the ends. Two of the ropes were fed underneath
Mark’s knees and then the fastener had the slack end of the rope fed into it.
The last rope’s fastener was clipped onto the chain between his handcuffs.
Then the guards pulled the other three ropes and Mark’s knees were pulled
upwards and spread really wide. His arms were also pulled upwards high above
his head. Mark watched as Tim’s guards finished the procedure on him directly
opposite from him across the steel trough. Then the two guards on either side
lifted the boys on their stools into position in front of the stainless-steel
trough. At that point Mark could see a heavy black wire extending down from
under the seat Tim was sitting on to a knurled steel post mounted to the base
of the stool on the same side as the cup.
Just then the door opened, and two male nurses each pushed a stainless-steel
cart into the room. On each cart were several serrated knives, a large
forceps, two small lengths of tubing, some rubber gloves, several small
syringes, a bottle of unknown liquid, and a soldering iron with an unusual
three-inch diameter flat tip attached. One cart was parked on either end of
the trough, as extension cords were plugged into the soldering irons. Then one
guard carrying several short cables that looked like jumper cables jumped down
into the trough, and fastened one cable each to a steel ring that was welded
onto the side of the steel trough one each directly below the young men’s
dangling penis. The other end of each cable was fastened to the knurled post
attached to the base of the barstool. Then the guards and the male nurses,
using some of the hand crčme, stroked all six young men to orgasm. One of the
male nurses stroked Mark’s cock to it’s full erect length of six inches. Mark
really was enjoying this when Tim began to moan, and then shot several thin
ropes of white cum into the trough. A couple of the other young men came too,
and then Mark couldn’t control himself and he came all over too. After the
last two young men had shot their loads the door opened again and in walked
two older men dressed in business suits. At this point the male nurses grabbed
the syringes and injected some drug into the root of each of the young men’s
penises. “It is too keep you from getting erect”, the one nurse told Mark as
he poked the syringe into the root of the poor young man’s dick from
underneath his balls. At last the injections were done.
The one older man walked over to a sink on the wall, and filled a glass with
water. He then pulled out a medicine jar out of his coat pocket and shook out
3 pills into the filled glass. Then the other man took the glass over to the
prisoners, where Tim was forced to drink it by the guards. This procedure was
repeated three times. After filling the glass for the fifth time, Mark noticed
as the man at the sink tossed the empty medicine jar into the trash can and
pulled another jar out of his coat pocket. He then shook out 3 more pills into
the glass and the guards forced Mark to drink it. Then the guy at the sink did
the same thing one last time and the guards forced the kid at the other end to
drink his glass of water last. Just then the door opened again and another
older man in a business suit entered carrying a clipboard. He walked to one
end of the trough and then addressed the group. “Men”, he said: “You have all
been sentenced to lose your genitals for your crimes against society. This
will be a game of endurance, and to make it fair two of you will be going home
intact today with clemency. The other four will have your genitals savagely
destroyed by high-voltage electricity. As I said, this is a contest of
endurance. You all have been given 75 milligrams of a diuretic in that water
that you just drank. The first four of you to lose control of your bladder and
urinate will lose your genitals. When your urine hits the trough it will
complete the circuit and you will experience the full effect of 480 volts of
power coursing through your genitals. It won’t take but the length of time
that it takes to empty your bladder to turn your genitals into a smoking
ruin”, the warden told the men. “Are we ready here”, the warden asked the head
guard. “Yes we are, sir”, the guard replied, as he threw a large switch on the
side of an electrical panel on the wall directly behind Tim. Mark noticed that
a small orange plaque on the front of the panel read 480 volts/100 amps. Then
the nine prison staff members withdrew about 25 feet away from the helpless
prisoners to a line of chairs against one wall. All nine had a good view of
the naked men’s genitals. One of the business suit guys also turned on a video
camera that was on a tripod facing the naked, helpless suspended men. Then he
too sat down and the group of employees waited for the inevitable to occur.
An hour had passed then a couple of the prisoners began to squirm. Fifteen
minutes later another prisoner started to gyrate too. Shortly thereafter Tim,
who was directly across the trough from Mark, began to squirm also. Mark
wondered why everyone else was already struggling to hold their urine in when
he didn’t even have to go yet. Just then the guy next to Mark, who had
obviously been uncomfortable the longest, began to emit a growl from
underneath his ball-gag. Mark studied him. He looked to be in his mid 20s, and
was sweating profusely. A few minutes later he began to scream and a thin rope
of urine started to fall away from his flaccid penis. A second later a loud
buzzing noise filled the room as the guy next to Mark began to scream at the
top of his lungs, muffled somewhat by the ball-gag. There was a bright flash
of light from the area between the guy’s legs. He continued to scream as smoke
began to rise from between his legs. The screaming went on for another 15
seconds then the buzzing noise died away. Mark glanced over at the guy’s
package in horror. The guy’s genitals were burned black and both his penis and
scrotum were split open. Just then the buzzing noise came back as Tim started
to scream at the top of his lungs right across from Mark. As Mark watched Tim
in horror he noticed that the young guy to Tim’s right was sweating profusely
as he too squirmed on his stool.
Mark was fascinated as a blinding light seemed to travel up Tim’s urine stream
and right into the head of his circumcised cock. Tim continued to scream at
the top of his lungs as the head of his dick was already turning black. His
cock was smoking heavily when a split developed running away from the head
towards its owner. Mark was horrified as the split grew longer, and Tim’s cock
and balls turned darker before his eyes. Just then there was another scream
and the kid next to Tim lost control of his bladder too. And now Mark was just
starting to feel like he had to take a leak. He glanced back at Tim’s ruined
package as Tim’s urine slowed to a dribble. The damage to poor Tim’s genitals
was terrible. His cock was blackened and was split open in several places like
an overcooked hot dog. Of what Mark could see of Tim’s scrotum it was
blackened and split open too. Mark was starting to feel really queasy in his
groin when another loud growl rent the punishment room. The last guy on the
other side was grimacing and squirming. Mark looked at the kid next to Tim and
it was the same story. His genital organs were totally blackened and split
open in several places. It looked to Mark like the first 3 guys to suffer the
punishment had all passed-out from the pain and shock of having their genitals
destroyed. Just then the last guy on the other side screamed as the bright
light flashed and the smoke began to rise for the 4th time. Mark was too busy
squirming to notice. He felt the sweat begin to run down his face. “I just
need to hang on a little longer”, the boy silently pleaded to himself as the
pain in his bladder seemed to become worse by the second. Could he hold on
long enough?
As the 4th guy was finally destroyed one of the guards ran over and shut off
the power. Mark heard sobbing coming from the other end of his side of the
line. When he looked over he saw a petite boy with long dark hair younger than
himself with tears running down his face. He was sweating profusely too. The
Warden came over and told the two survivors what had happened. “Because you
are both just kids I decided that you both deserved another chance. I put
sugar pills in your water glasses instead of diuretic”. The boys were untied
and lifted off of their stools as the nurses went to work removing the other
four guys destroyed genitals. Tim was awakened with smelling salts, and as he
awoke he screamed as the male nurse sawed through his roasted penis while
stretching it out with the forceps. The cup was removed from his sack, and
Tim’s blackened balls fell out through a large crack in his burnt scrotum.
Then Tim screamed again as the red-hot soldering iron was used to cauterize
his stump. The nurse left poor Tim with about an inch, as he inserted a
catheter into his stump. When the nurse was finished with Tim one of the
guards unfastened him and two guards dragged him out the door and down the
hall, as the nurse went to work on the young guy next to where Tim had been
sitting. One by one the other three young men had their ruined genitals
removed, and each had a catheter installed in their stump so that they could
urinate again. One by one they were all dragged away.
Two guards then grabbed Mark and the other kid and tied them at either end of
a stainless steel table facing each other. Their ankles were tied spread apart
to the table legs and their wrists were tied to the opposite table leg. Then
the two boy’s wrists were stretched until the boy’s faces were touching. “You
may now kiss the bride”, one of the guards howled, as Mark’s and the other
boy’s faces were forced together. “Just a little parting gift”, the head guard
sneered, as he rammed his erection deep into Mark’s tight anus. The other boy
screamed as one of the other guards impaled him. Mark and the other boy were
forced to kiss as they were raped at the same time. Just then the door opened
and several other guards entered the room. Both boys were eventually raped by
six guards each, and both eventually lost control of their bladders during the
assault. Finally their ordeal was almost over, as they were untied.
Unfortunately for both boys the guards made them lick up their own urine off
of the floor. When the other boy balked he was kicked in the balls. The Warden
then told them that 2nd time offenders were dealt with harshly. He said,
“either of you kids come back here I’ll make you wish that you hadn’t”.
The bus made its way from the prison back to town. Neither boy said much, but
Mark did find out that the other boy’s name was Justin, and that he was only
15 years old. Mark also found out that young Justin’s crime was getting caught
jerking-off. That statement really scared Mark, as he had a daily habit
himself. Mark wondered how they would treat him if they caught him a 2nd time.
From the back of the bus came the moans of pain from the four other young men
who were bound to stretchers. After an hour of driving, the bus driver turned
into the courthouse lot. Mark could see 4 ambulances and 8 cars parked in the
lot. As the bus pulled closer, people started to get out of the cars. Suddenly
young Justin began to sob again. The bus stopped alongside of the curb and the
ambulance attendants began to unload their damaged cargo from the back of the
bus. Mark saw Tim’s sobbing mother holding his hand as Tim’s gurney was
quickly loaded into an ambulance. The other gurneys were being loaded when the
ambulance carrying poor Tim sounded its siren and raced away. Then the bus
driver opened the door and yelled;, “Last stop, everyone off”. Young Justin
climbed down first still in tears. Mark followed just as he saw his mom and
dad running towards the bus. Then Mark and Justin walked stiffly and slowly
away from the bus and into their parent’s waiting arms. Mark’s asshole burned
as he embraced his sobbing mother. Right next to him young Chris was just
bawling as both of his parents embraced him. Mark caught a glimpse as several
more young men and boys were led out of the courthouse and onto the bus. All
of them had facial expressions of fear as they boarded the bus. Then with a
roar and a lurch, the old school bus swung around and headed into the night.
And then Mark broke down in tears as he realized that he could never risk
getting caught again.
* * * |
Stumps (gay, penectomy) | Stumps
Simon and the young barefoot stranger entered the room and walked over to the
man seated on an antique sofa. The man smiled as he rose to greet them.
"Whos your new friend, Simon? Hes kind of cute," said Alphonse.
"Al, Id like you to meet Roger. Roger, meet Al," said Simon.
"I told you never to call me Al, prick head! When you call me that I think
about the
scar on my cheek, like maybe you think I'm Al Capone or something," said the
tall,
muscular man as he abruptly took hold of Simons arm and twisted it painfully.
"Ouch" wailed Simon, backing away.
"Shut up, dip stick. You enjoyed that, and you know it," Alphonse said. He
quickly
turned back to Roger. "Sorry. I didnt mean to be rude to you, my boy. What
brings
you to our humble abode?"
"Uh, I just came along with Simon to meet you. He and I met in a bar. And your
house is no humble abode: its a palace," said Roger as he looked approvingly
at
the hardwood floors, oriental carpets and period furniture. Roger was twenty-
one
years old, with very long, dark brown hair; he was wearing an expensive-
looking
silk shirt and a pair of faded denim shorts. His long bare feet, though not
very dirty,
were deeply tanned, looking as though they had seldom been shod.
Roger looked closely at Alphonse. He was dressed in black leather. Besides the
long scar across his right cheek, the man had no earlobes; the lower third of
each
ear had obviously been cut off. Roger decided at once that these mutilations
made
him even more attractive.
"Simon has told me about you. Were you happy to learn that you werent the
only
male in the world who got turned on by the idea of another male nullifying
your
cock?"
"I sure was. I could never have told anybody until Simon came along. I thought
I
was totally sick and weird. Maybe I'm not, after all." Roger said.
"Well, the jurys still out on that one. I'm not so sure that longhaired young
dudes
who run around the streets barefoot are all that usual these days."
Before Roger could reply, Simon appeared again. "Im sorry I called you Al,"
said
Simon.
"And well you should be. Actually, it doesnt bother me that much. It just
gave me
an excuse to hurt you. Arent you grateful?" Alphonse asked Simon, laughing.
"Of course," he said, smiling in spite of himself, turning away to leave the
room.
"Enough of that. Roger, I suppose you and Simon have found one another
compatible?" asked Alphonse.
"Yeah. It sure helps that hes good-looking - my age and all. We both like
each
other a lot, and he gets me off on nullification fantasies - extreme ones. I
like his
body, and he likes mine, but I mostly like fucking him. He's got a great ass."
"Explain this fantasy he helps you get off on."
"The first time we had sex, he shaved off all my pubic hair with a straight
razor, and
that was a real turn-on. He sucked my toes for a while, then he sucked my
cock. He
told me he wanted to take it home with him. He put the sharp blade next to it
but
didn't cut me. I kept waiting for him to do it, but he didn't, even though I
kept on
telling him to. I was just paralyzed. He knew my obsession from our talk at
the bar,
and I couldn't say no. The idea of him cutting off my cock sent me into orbit.
He
could have done it right then."
"But it was only a fantasy."
"Yeah, thank God. He hasn't nullified me," Roger said, smiling nervously. The
discussion was already giving him a hard on.
"Interesting. Have you ever held a razor to his cock?"
"No. He's never let me see his cock. He wouldn't even take off that jock strap
he
wears, except to pull it apart in the back to let me fuck him while he was on
his
stomach. I thought at the time that he was ashamed of a small cock or
something.
That turned out to be true. When I finally got my hands on his basket, I felt
some big
balls but couldn't even feel a cock. He laughed and told me it had been cut
off, but I
didn't believe him. That sent me over the edge, though. I fucked him, and I
came in
about ten seconds. He asked me to make up a story that explained how and why I
might have cut off his cock. I fucked him again while I told it to him, and
his jock
strap pouch was wet with cum when I finished. That kind of fantasy floats his
boat,
too, I guess."
"I suppose so. Did Simon tell you much about me before he brought you here?"
Alphonse said, changing the subject.
"Not too much. He didnt tell me how good-looking you were. He was really
holding
out on me," Roger said with a nervous laugh.
"I assume that laugh means you like my looks?"
"Yeah. Youre cool. I like guys who look like real men. If I saw you on the
street, I
would think you were straight, with maybe twenty girlfriends," said Roger,
turning
bright pink.
"Ill take that as a compliment," said thirty-year-old Alphonse, smiling. He
admired
Roger's ingenuous sincerity. He decided to be honest and candid himself. "What
if I
told you I couldn't satisfy even one woman, let alone twenty? You see, I don't
have a
cock. It was cut off when I was about your age."
"For real? You sure you haven't been talking to Simon and trying to make me
cum
inside my pants?"
"It's for real. Here, I'll show you," Alphonse said as he unbuckled his wide
belt,
dropped his pants and pulled down his jockey shorts.
Roger's eyes focussed on a scrotum that contained average-size balls, but
above
them was a one-inch stump that might have once supported a seven or eight-inch
cock. The stump consisted of a circle of outer skin surrounding protruding
pink
scar tissue; there had been no attempt at suturing a flap of outer skin over
it, and
there was a small pee-hole opening near the bottom of the rim. Roger saw that
the
stump seemed to be erect; it was sexy as hell!
"Holy shit. What can I say? Seeing is believing," Roger said, his eyes wide.
"Any questions?"
"Uh, yeah. Can you still piss through it?"
"Of course. I have to drop my pants to do it, and I don't have enough cock
left to
point at a toilet bowl, so I use a collapsible metal cup to catch the piss. I
shy away
from public urinals with other guys standing next to me, of course."
"I understand. Can you still jerk off with it?"
"Sort of. My plumbing is otherwise intact; I still have balls and a sex drive.
Most
guys don't realize that a big part of their penis extends under their balls.
If you
were to measure my original cock from the head to where it's rooted down near
my
anus, you would be correct in saying that I lost only about three-fifths of
it. Of
course, I missed not having a head with all those nerve endings at first. But
it's
surprising how the body compensates for a missing part. It's sort of like the
blind
man who develops more acute hearing and feeling. The inch of my shaft that's
left
is more sensitive now. I can rub it and do hip contractions over a vibrator or
a
dildo; or, best of all, if I can get somebody like Simon to fist me and rub my
prostate, I can get a fantastic orgasm. It's all the more satisfying because I
have to
work so hard to get it. I don't do it the lazy man's way anymore: pushing skin
over
the rim of a head. My head's gone forever, and I don't regret it a bit. If
somebody
transplanted a new cock onto my stump, I'd probably play with it a while, then
get it
cut off again. I can't remember a time when I ever really wanted a cock. When
I
was a kid I made a couple of failed attempts to cut it off myself but only got
in
trouble - I even tried to talk the school bully into cutting it off, but he
wouldn't do it.
When I reached puberty, I grew a huge cock. I soon discovered I was gay but
didn't
want to be, and I blamed my over-sized cock for keeping me interested in guys.
In
high school especially, when I would get a noticeable hard on in class or be
the
only erect guy in an all male locker room shower, I would have cut it off
right then if
a knife had been handy. And now, after it's been off for nearly a decade, the
idea of
a hard cock sticking up under my waist band or a limp one flopping over my
balls
makes me want to cringe."
"That's really incredible. Well, it was sure great to meet you. I guess I'll
be heading
back home now," said Roger, turning away. He was a bit overwhelmed. He was
also embarrassed because his own cock was doing exactly what Alphonse had just
described: the mushrooming head at the end of his bone-hard shaft was sticking
up
through the waistband of his shorts. Fortunately, it was hidden by the tail of
his
shirt.
"Don't be in such a rush to leave. I would like to get to know you a little
better,"
Alphonse said, grabbing Roger on the shoulder and spinning him back around.
"I, uh, really need to be going. I've got some laundry to do," Roger said
unconvincingly. He was clearly struggling to make a decision.
"Your laundry can wait. Don't leave," said Alphonse, looking Roger in the
eyes.
Roger let his aching genitals make his decision for him. He couldn't leave.
"Simon
told me you could stimulate my imagination. I'm not sure what he meant. What
did
he mean?"
"Heaven only knows. You tell me what you think he meant."
"He thinks I'm looking for a hunky guy like you who will suck my toes and my
cock,
then let me fuck him. After that, he'll absolutely convince me he's going to
cut off
my cock. That'll be the best sex I've ever had," said Roger.
"If that hunky guy is me, how do you know that I won't do more than create a
fantasy?"
"I guess not knowing for sure makes it more fun. I know now that Simon won't
really cut my cock off, but I don't know that you won't. If you make me think
that
you might actually do it, then it'll blow my mind. I'm not certain, but I
think that's
what Simon meant. It'll be the ultimate sexual experience."
"Fair enough. Let's just say that part of my way of showing you a good time is
to talk
about it first to make sure you realize what you're getting into. What do you
really
think your life would be like without a cock?"
"It won't be that big a problem. I'll never screw a woman or have kids, so I
don't
need it for that. And you've convinced me that I don't even need it to piss
with or
masturbate."
"That may be so, but you could experience a lot of pain and frustration
because of
your loss. You can't glue a penis back on, if you change your mind later. It
may be
the ultimate sex experience for you, maybe not. Let me give you a taste of it.
Take
off your shirt."
Roger complied reluctantly and noticed that his cock was getting even harder.
What the hell had Simon got him into? Was this sexy, blond-haired body-builder
going to test him now? Whatever it was, it excited him even more, and he took
up
the challenge. He casually tossed his expensive silk shirt onto a nearby
chair, and
Alphonse stepped out of his pants and began to remove his jacket and shirt.
"Done. What now?" Roger asked when Alphonse had removed all of his clothing.
Roger noticed that he had an incredibly muscular and handsome build: a perfect
vee-shaped torso above slim hips. Roger was almost embarrassed to show his
underdeveloped chest and arms.
"Kiss me?"
"I was wondering when you would ask," Roger said, almost leaping into the
mans
arms and planting a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his mouth.
They kissed for a while, and Alphonse abruptly broke off the embrace and
produced a small pair of scissors from a drawer in a nearby table. He pulled
him
back and kissed him again while he suddenly snipped off Roger's erect left
nipple.
There was a profusion of blood and a sharp, stinging pain. Roger backed away
but
did not cry out. He held his painfully wounded tit with his right hand,
feeling the
wetness of the blood.
Alphonse smiled, picked up a Band-Aid from the table and placed it over the
wound.
"Very good. You don't seem to be overly sensitive to pain. If I did that to
Simon, he
would scream bloody murder for the next hour."
Roger was hurting worse than he was willing to let on. A piece of his flesh
had been
amputated, but he was too proud to scream. Moreover, his sexual urges had not
been damped; his erect penis seemed about to burst from his pants. Alphonse
noticed the purple head protruding above Roger's belt line and laughed. His
probing hands quickly unzipped Roger's fly, fumbled with his shorts, then
fished out
the long, circumcised penis. Roger did not lift a hand to stop him.
"What are you going to do now?" whispered Roger, barely able to get the words
out. Was his penis the next thing to go, or was this just part of the fantasy
foreplay?
"I'm here to provide you pleasure," said Alphonse.
"Im not sure I know what you mean. Yes I do. Do anything you want!" Roger had
the wild-eyed look of someone about to go mad with lust.
"You do have a nice cock. If it's off, you can have it in your mouth. Bet
youve never
done that before - sucked your own cock!"
"Uh, I guess I'll pass on that one," Roger said, although he was undeniably
excited
by the idea.
"Can I have your beautiful cock?"
"Sure. But you'll have to cut it off first," whispered Roger, thinking this
sensuous
dialog was part of the game.
Alphonse led him into a bedroom, and Roger instinctively removed the rest of
his
clothing quickly. He lay down on a king-size bed that was covered with plastic
that
simulated black leather. Alphonse quickly produced two sets of handcuffs and
fastened each of Roger's wrists to the metal bars of the sturdy headboard.
Roger
offered no resistance.
Alphonse sat down at the foot of the bed and lifted Roger's right leg. He held
Roger's foot to his mouth and began to work his long tongue between the toes.
Soon he began sucking on the big toe while Roger closed his eyes and groaned
with delight. Alphonse subsequently did the same for the left foot.
When he had finished he said, "I understand now why you run around barefoot.
You
show off your good-looking feet; then some fetishist follows you home from
some
bar or beach, and you get your feet serviced and worshipped."
"I enjoy getting my toes sucked, and I guess my feet are sexy, or so I've been
told.
Other guys' feet don't turn me on, but I've found that I get a lot more guys
interested in me when they see my feet bare. They usually let me fuck them."
"Do you understand you can't fuck anybody anymore if you don't have a cock?"
"Yeah. The idea blows my mind. I dream about having to rub my stump and balls
against their bellies in a missionary position until I cum. I kiss them on the
mouth at
the same time. It won't be so bad."
Without another word Alphonse crawled up and put his lips around the head of
Roger's cock. He used his tongue for a while, then took most of the shaft into
his
mouth as he began working his head up and down. Abruptly he stopped, rose to
his
knees, then straddled Roger's body and sat on the cock. It took only a moment
before Roger's body arched and spasmed, sending spurts of semen into
Alphonse's anus.
After the lengthy orgasm and deep sighs of satisfaction from Roger, Alphonse
got
off, snuggled up next to him and touched the base of the now-flacid penis.
"Where do want me to make the cut?" asked Alphonse.
"Same place where yours was. Leave me an inch to piss with."
"You're the boss. Just close your eyes and hold on a second," said Alphonse,
reaching over to a nightstand to pick up a felt pen. With the point of the pen
he
drew a black circle around Roger's shaft approximately one inch from its base.
"Are you going to use a knife?" asked Roger, his eyes closed. He was aware
that
his penis had once more become erect. It wouldn't be long before he ejaculated
again.
"No. That takes no imagination." Alphonse got up, making clattering noises as
he
pulled some equipment from under the bed and began deploying it.
"I've rigged a device that uses two loops of the thinnest guitar strings
attached to a
pair of heavy weights suspended over a metal frame. When I jerk a rope, it
trips a
mechanism that causes both weights to fall at precisely the same moment and
hit
the floor on both sides of the bed. The weights pull the loops in opposite
directions,
and they instantly cut through your flesh."
"Can I look?" asked Roger.
"No way. That would take a lot of the fun out of it. Just take my word. The
wires will
zip off your cock so fast, you won't even feel it happen."
Roger was intrigued, but he kept his eyes closed. He was afraid that, if he
opened
them, he would actually see no wire-pulling device, and the spell would be
broken.
Alphonse's cleverly woven fantasy would be revealed as a sham, losing all its
intended effect. Roger had to continue acting his part in the little drama if
he
wanted to prolong his pleasure for another orgasm. Suddenly Roger felt
something
being inserted into the tip of his penis.
"What's that?" asked Roger, lifting his head to look. He could see a long
plastic
tube that Alphonse was now pushing somewhat painfully up the shaft of his
penis
and into his bladder.
"A catheter. You don't think I would take off your cock without keeping your
stump
from healing over and sealing off your pee-hole, do you?"
"Uh, I guess not," said Roger, beginning to wonder now if he shouldn't put a
stop to
this and leave. The scenario was becoming a bit too realistic and was setting
off
alarm bells in the back of his brain. Was this guy really putting on an
elaborate act,
or was he really going to do it? "Can I still come now with that tube up my
cock?"
"Let's just say you can have an orgasm if you like, but you won't be able to
squirt
any cum from your cock. The ducts will be shut off by the tube," said
Alphonse,
taking a pair of scissors and clipping off the exposed tube where it came out
of the
penis' head. It seemed a strange procedure to Roger, but Alphonse seemed to
know what he was doing.
"You act like you've done this to other guys before."
"Of course. Didn't Simon tell you? I'm a cutter. He's a good example of my
work."
"You mean, you cut off his .?"
"Yes. I almost laughed when you told me you couldn't feel his cock. There
wasn't
one there! He had one eight inches long before he met me," said Alphonse with
a
laugh. "I met him in a gay bar and soon found out that he was thinking
seriously
about having a sex-change operation. I tried to talk him out of it by telling
him he'd
lose at least two-thirds of his sex drive if he lost his balls. But he said
that he had to
get rid of his cock any way possible; that it was his life-long desire and not
just a
fantasy. He maintained that he'd have the legal sex change and lose his balls
too, if
he had to. Doctors wouldn't amputate cocks on request unless they were
cancerous or badly injured, he said.
"I told him that I would cut it off for him. When he asked if I was a doctor,
I told him
that I was an underground surgeon specializing in penis removal. He didn't
believe
me until I showed him a couple of photos of my work. He was still skeptical
until I
took him to the restroom and showed him my stump. One thing led to another: he
asked a lot of questions and ended up showing me his long, hard cock. I told
him I
would cut it off for free if he would let me keep it. He agreed and went home
with
me. I made his cock into a dildo after it was off. I'll do the same with
yours."
"Oh, shit," said Roger, beginning to realize he had made a serious mistake.
Nevertheless he offered no resistance as Alphonse tied both of his ankles to
the
foot board posts. He watched as Alphonse placed two wire loops around his
cock,
pulling them tight enough so they would not slip, but not so tight as to embed
themselves into the shaft. Roger closed his eyes and felt Alphonse's legs
straddling
his hips, followed by a wet, warm mouth on the upper half of his cock.
Alphonse
began working his mouth up and down once again, in spite of the catheter tube
hidden inside the cock. It was almost too much for Roger. This was the best
his
penis had ever felt; perhaps the catheter inside it was rubbing sensitive
areas
inside the cock he had never been aware of before. He also knew now that it
was
the last time his cock would ever give him pleasure. The idea, instead of
frightening
him, sent new waves of deepest sensuality surging throughout his body. After
no
more than a dozen strokes of Alphonse's talented mouth, Roger shouted," I'm
gonna cum!"
Alphonse didn't need to be told twice. He cried out as he pulled hard on a
rope
lanyard, but he had unfortunately forgotten to get completely out of the way
of the
whipping wires. A loose one cut viciously across his left cheek. There were
two
loud thuds as the heavy weights found the floor, one briefly following the
other. The
guitar wires had tightened almost simultaneously around the black circle on
the
shaft of Roger's hard cock. But one of the wires, its timing off just slightly
from its
twin counterpart, had been a bit late. Still holding on to the shaft while its
twin wire
had done most of the cutting, it held on for a millisecond longer. This caused
the
severed penis, along with the part of the cut catheter tube still inside it to
fly off to
the left, where it landed with a wet plop on the floor.
As Alphonse's hand explored the deep cut in front of his ear, he thought
bitterly
that he would soon have a scar on his left cheek to match the one on his
right.
Meanwhile, blood erupted from Roger's newly created stump, spewing forth a
brief
crimson spurt. Roger screamed as his pelvic muscles continued to contract,
even
as the blood continued to pour from the engorged spongy tissue traumatized and
mutilated by the thin wires. His long penis was no longer attached to his
body, but
he continued momentarily to see stars and rainbows, a whole spectrum of
emotional fireworks detonating inside his fevered brain. He was only vaguely
aware that his erotic pleasure of a gigantic orgasm was inordinately mixed
with the
sting of amputation.
Finally he came down to earth, breathless and spent. The chimera of dream-like
fulfillment was now gone. His eyes were still closed, but he could feel
nothing now
but a foreign, throbbing pain in his groin. He opened his eyes as the truth
hit him.
"You cut it off, didn't you?" he asked as reality took full charge.
"See for yourself," said Alphonse. He got off the bed, picked up the severed
cock
and held it above Roger's head so that he could see it.
Roger opened his eyes. "You son of a bitch!" he screamed, recognizing his
familiar
flesh, now a mere scrap of carrion meat. He struggled and strained against his
bonds. It couldn't be true, but it was.
Alphonse lowered the grisly piece of flesh for a moment.
"Why don't you have a good look at your new stump."
Roger didn't scream again, but he wanted to. His groin continued to ache. It
was a
pain he had not been prepared for. His passionate fantasy had been fulfilled,
but he
had not expected this on-going discomfort. Fighting back the imminent shock,
he
lifted his head and looked down to see that blood was dribbling profusely down
his
balls from a one-inch stump - all that remained of his former eight-inch cock.
He
quickly closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow.
"Hey, Roger. Can you hold your head up again and smile for the camera?" asked
a
familiar voice.
Roger raised his head groggily and was startled to see his friend Simon step
from
behind a curtain. He was holding a video camera.
"Open your mouth," Alphonse said with a business-like tone.
Roger turned his head and looked at Alphonse with eyes beginning to glaze.
"Fuck
you!"
"Don't be so upset. After all, you got just what you asked for. If you get
foul-mouthed about this, I'll just let you lie there and bleed to death. But
if you want
to get medical treatment and go on living, you'll do what I say. Now, take the
cock
in your mouth!" Alphonse shouted.
It now dawned on Roger that he was little more than an unpaid actor in an
erotic
horror movie. Simon, his erstwhile friend, must have been taping the movie
since
he and Alphonse started having sex. Roger was enraged for a moment, but the
idea
of survival took precedence, and he reluctantly acquiesced to Alphonse's
command. After all, he had asked for this, even though he had never dreamed
that
another human being could actually carry out such a barbarous and cruel act.
Perhaps he had been naďve. He opened his mouth and allowed the severed cock to
be put into his mouth; he closed his lips around the head. He passed out with
it still
in his mouth.
Alphonse walked over and fished the penis out of the slack-jawed mouth of the
now-unconscious youth. "That's a wrap. Turn off the camera and get the
cauterizer, quick! He's bleeding like a stuck pig. For that matter, so am I,"
he said
to Simon as he walked toward the bathroom to find a bandage for his bloody
left
cheek.
Simon did as he was told, producing a device that looked something like a
soldering iron. Simon plugged it in and quickly went to work on Roger's
bleeding
stump. When he had finished searing the bleeding flesh, he fished out the
catheter
tube already inserted with slack to spare into Roger's bladder. He pulled it
forward
a couple of inches; it would remain inserted until the healing process was
finished.
In a week or two, a heavily sedated Roger would be well enough to be taken to
his
own apartment and dumped there - minus one cock. |
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Victorias male bitch | None | I had pretty well used him up during the last Dom party , I can't
remember how many time he had his ass fucked. But I decided after
we pretty much made a cum sucking bitch out of him at this last
bash it was time to make some alterations. So to my friend Talen's
clinic in Mexico we go.
I look for opportunities to humiliate him so when we arrived at the
clinic, I made him leave his shorts and underwear in the car. We
walked into the lobby of the clinic that caters to the FemDom crowd
me with my leather slacks and top he bare assed and with a hard-on.
I told the receptionist I had an appointment with Talen and we were
going to get his ass tightened up and a few other adjustments.
She grinned and said Talen is inside, would you like to set down
while I sign him in. I took a seat and the receptionist had him
bend over the counter and fill out some forms. She called an
assistant from the back who came out while he was bent over his task
of signing forms to check in. The assistant was, like all of the
employees a striking woman tall, strong with extraordinary facial
lines and a body to match. He looked at her and she grabbed his hair
and shoved his face back down in the papers. I will do the looking
she said.
She moved her hand between his legs and said sharply spread them
before I jerk your nuts down to your knees. He moved his legs wide
and exposed all of his private parts to the entire lobby. The rest
of the women were now watching the assistant. She ran one finger up
his ass-hole, then two and three. She shoved her hand up hard until
he was up one his toes, wiggling his ass back and forth. She looked
at the women in the lobby and said we are going to tighten this butt
up this week right now you are free to fuck it anyway you want.
Before I take him in the back I am going bring out our butt stud and
let him exercise his eighteen by 8 inch cock.
I was amazed to watch as about eight of the women in the lobby lined
up with strap-on dicks and gloved hands to rape his ass. The
assistant stood by lubricating his ass with cinnamon oil while these
women forced him to take all of their abuse. Before they were done,
the receptionist had to cuff his wrists and secure him over the
counter. The cinnamon oil and women fucking him had him screaming
to the point the receptionist taped his mouth shut. After about
thirty minutes of this torture, the assistant ask him if he was
ready for a big cock. He shook his head no and his eyes were
tearing and he was almost begging with them. She took a small
paddle from her pocket and bent over looking between his legs she
started to flog his balls. Now he had his ass going every direction
but she was an expert and in a few minutes had his nuts swollen and
bruised and he was draped over the counter totally subdued. She
asked him again if he was ready to be fucked by a big cock . He
shook his head yes until she smiled and said OK let me introduce you
to tommy. Tommy entered the lobby without clothes on he was about
7'2'' African warrior type. Well muscled with a serious business
look to his face. He had a massive dick that was hanging down to
near mid thigh. The assistant took a syringe from her pocket. She
then took his cock and pulled it forward, she put the needle under
the base just above his nuts and shoved it into his shaft. He only
flinched but his cock immediately started growing. It was rigid
like iron and easily a foot and a half long with a circumference of
about 8 inches the veins were pumping hot blood so hard you could
watch the pulsating. He had nuts the size of pool balls and they
were stirring in the bag like the juices were being generated by the
quarts. She then had tommy stand over him and spread his ass
cheeks. She said hold them apart while I finish loosening his ass
up for you. She took a rubberized cane and begin whipping his
ass-hole with fierce lashes. The sphincter muscle was becoming
swollen and puffing outward like a hot pussy. She kept it up until
he was sweating and his entire asshole was red swollen and pulsating
like tommys now massive cock. She then took the cane and began
smacking his balls until they were as tender as his ass-hole.
She pulled tommy by the dick until he was standing behind the
flagellated asshole. Now she said these people want to watch you
fuck this bitch. She slid her fingers around the big Africans butt
and between the crack. I want you to drive all the way in him and I
want these women to be able to hear your big fucking nuts slapping
against those bruised balls I just made for you.
It was an interesting contrast, both of the slaves were hairless,
mine with a nice round white ass and the African with a strong
muscled butt with obvious thrusting power. My slave has a decent 7
inch dick that was dangling between his legs, but the African was
extraordinary and it was poised to penetrate the now wet and pouting
asshole in front of him. The African leaned forward taking the head
of his cock and slipping it into the bitches hole told him "loosen
up bitch when I finish fucking your ass you dripping cum out of it
for the next two days.
He was a pole driving machine. He took his large hands and pulled
that ass back toward him sliding the massive cock in until the bitch
was moaning like his guts were being cut out. He was tall and could
easily make seven or eight inch strokes on each thrust. The size
was so large the bitches asshole was being pulled in and out on each
stroke. He was slamming it so hard his dick went in to the hilt each
time, his big balls would swing between his legs and smack my
slaves nuts causing him to groan even more.
The African started to quicken the pace and I could tell he was
building up to a cum drenching climax. The head of his dick must
have been rubbing against my slaves prostate on every stroke because
I noticed he had cum dribbling from his dick in a long continuous
stream while his cock and balls were being slammed around by the
Africans huge nuts.
The entire room was watching in amazement as the African reached his
climax, his as slowed down to long deliberate strokes with an extra
thrust as he reached full penetration; his muscles tightened as he
shoved his ass hard against the bitches butt hole he held it in
tight as the cum gushed out, then he started short rapid jerking
like strokes smacking his hairless pubic mound against the white ass
of my slave. Cum started dripping off of the huge cock as it slid
in and out, the bitch started shuddering like he was having
convulsions. He was still moaning and shuddering as the African
started to slide out, leaving a gaping asshole with cum dripping and
the sphincter muscle twitching like a fresh fucked pussy.
The African pulled my slave off of the counter removed the tape from
his mouth and shoved his now semi erect dick into his face and said
lick it clean whore, then I will take you back to your room.
Continued later cnatmt@hotmail.com |
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You | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | A beautiful girl castrates his lover | ` I see you standing in front of me looking right into my eyes. You're hot and
full of wild desire. It seems like you whisper me "Take me, please, honey!". I
come closer and kiss you while you start taking off your blouse. It's on the
floor and I can feel your beautiful breasts. I begin to play with your nipples
looking deep into your deep blue eyes. I feel your hand moving down trying to
unzip my jeans… `
I stand on my knees caressing your long legs taking off the rest of your
clothes. Now I can see you completely naked. Your beautiful body makes me
wild. I move my tonge up and down your long legs and finally it's inside of
your hot pussy. As I keep on licking you become to moan and finally you cum.
Then you take me to your bed. We both are completely naked. We make love and
again and again have huge orgasms. And when we both have the most satisfaction
we fell asleep in each others arms.
Suddenly I wake up in the night. In the light of the lamp I see you sitting
between my legs. I feel your hand doing something with my genitals. I try to
raise but I feel my arms and legs tied to the bed. You say: "Everything is OK,
darling. It won't hurt much". I feel the cold steel against the top of my
scrotum and then pain…
I raise my head and see the knife in your right hand. Your left hand is
pulling my balls as far as it is possible. The knife slowly goes into my skin
that makes some blood trickle down. The pain is strong but suddenly my penis
becomes rock hard. I see my sack full slowly separating from my body and it
really turns me on. I suppose, now you cut through my cords. You notice my
exitement and start caressing my penis with your tongue. You gently slide down
my shaft then back to my glans. By the time I shoot my last load my manhood is
completely removed. You raise compleyely naked with my sack in your right hand
while I keep on ejaculating. I have never felt such orgasm before. You put my
scrotum onto my chest an kiss me. Then you lay on me giving me your pussy
while you're working on my wound to prevent me from bleeding. I say "I love
you" and start licking your hot sexy pussy.
"I love you" - I repeat.
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William & July | STRAIGHT, PENECTOMY | The story of William and July wedding... and a sacrifice made for true love. | ` (Please be indulgent, english isn't my first language... also this is my
first try at this. Feel free to send comments or to suggest help for syntaxic
restructuring or orthographic correction...) `
William did meet his wife to be a year ago at a party organised by a friend of
a friend... From the start he was overwelmed by her beauty, her kindness and
most of all her innocence: July was 20, but he soon learned by a friend of
hers that she was still virgin and "keeping it for her wedding". In a way,
that did help his shy self to flirt with her, because he was a virgin too and
since he was 21, he was becoming more and more nervous when trying to make
contact with girls... She was so beautyfull and kind that having to wait did
not matter too much for him. They fell madly in love the first day, and as a
matter of fact, their relation grew very strong as the months passed by.
And now, a year later, they are living togetter since two months ago, in the
house they were able to afford, having both good positions in financial
investment companies. It's not too big, but they are confortable and having a
great time in it. They seems to be a perfect match, going so well along with
each other personality. They have, even if there is still one part of their
lives that they didn't share yet, a way of being able to discuss any subject,
find ways of being both happy. They even discuss sex, mainly as a joke or as a
way of tempting themselves... maybe to put a certain urgency about their
wedding.
The big day came, and the wedding is in its way. Everything goes fine and all
their friends wish them happyness along with giving them many gifts.
Everything is perfect, maybe too perfect? In fact, the only thing that do
concerns William is when they enter their bedroom together for the first time
(he did slept in the friend's bedroom for the last two month). July shows
signs of anxiety. After calming her, he convinces her that she can speak up
and that everything will be o.k., no matter what.
Sobbing a bit, July explains to him that no matter how many jokes she did do
about it, she is very anxious about the next part of the night. After a bit of
discussion, William says that there is no problem there and suggest that they
simply go to sleep in each other arms without anything else and that tomorrow
they would discuss the matter when she would be ready.
The next day, July explains to him that she had always had a great fear of the
act of making love. She's not sure exactly why, but since she was a child,
maybe after seeing a porn movie by accident, she associated the man's penis
with a menace for her security, her life! She tells him that in the last year,
she hoped the fear would recess, since she loves him so much, but in fact if
became even worse... and yesterday night, she was about to faint when they
talked because of this.
Surprised, he tries to reassure her telling her that there are ways of solving
this, maybe therapy... and in the mean time, they could simply sleep together,
nothing else. But she answers that she was unable to sleep last nigth simply
because his organ was near her and that she trouht up this morning from the
panic attack... And, with a great effort, she explains to him, very slowly,
that she was already in therapy... in fact she was in it for the last 3
years... and nothing did change, well, in fact, it grew worst!
The situation is puzzuling William and he says, in a soft voice, that he
really don't know what to do then and that he is so sorry that he cannot thing
of any solution. It is just after that that William heart stops for a second
when she ask in a nearly impossible to ear voice if he would have it cut...
for her sake. After a second she says it is a bad joke and that she is sorry
about having said that. Mouth dry, pale and searching for his words he tells
her, after a minute... after making sure he heard her well, that all thing
considered, if he is unable to find an other solution he would even be ready
to do this for her. They both makes weak smiles at the pund. But for now it is
not really an option for him, just a way to explain to her that there's always
a solution and that there is no sacrifice he wouldn't do for her.
A few days, then a week goes by until he do make a choice. Alone, in the
friend's room bed, he conclude to himself that he can't think of any other
way, and must make the necerray concession and as soon as possible... before
his nerves let him down. He loves her enough for this and her happyness is
paramount.
Things go fast. Leaving the bed, going out telling his wife he needs to do
some shoping, phoning a friend of a friend that owes him. Talking to the
doctor he was refered to, getting the money needed, finding the clinic in the
other side of the town... At 2 pm he is there, confirming his decision to the
surgeon, signing a contract and sitting nervously in the stirrup chair.
The doctor asks what exactly should be removed? Everything down there? Only a
part of the penis so he can try to show her 2-3 inches instead of 8? After
considering that she didn't even saw that he was 8, that wouldn't do any
good... and he didn't want to be ill by lack of hormones of having a different
way of seeing things by having a complete hormonal breakdown. So he asks him
to remove only the penis, but entirely.
So this is what the doc do, after tying him up, he gives William a shot and
inserts a catheter into his penis. A bit in a fog, he sees the doc slicing
into the flesh around the catether and with his scalpel going a bit inside to
reach all ligaments. A few seconds later he sees the doc pulling and getting
some more penis flesh from the inside, and he cuts it.
William was too groggy to recall the rest of the operation, but after he woke
up, a few hours later, the doc explained to him that he had repositionned is
uretre between his srotum and his anus to make things a bit less messy when he
would go to the bathroom. After that the doc gave him a few suggestions and
tips for the healing process and sent him on his way.
In the next 2 weeks, William continued to sleep in the friend's bedroom, and
did heal well from the wound. It took him only a week before he was able to
get rid of the catether completly and after 10 days it was not hurting that
much anymore. As July was anxious about his mood and was feeling guilty he
finally said to her that she must have faith in him and that he had found a
solution but needed to think about some more details. She was curious but
finally let it go.
The two weeks gone, after dinner, he told her that he is ready to explain his
solution to her and if they can go both into the master's bedroom he would
show her. She is so nervous, but when William drops his pants after asking a
leap of faith from her, her anxiety turns to shock. After a few seconds of
this ackward moment, she asks him where is his cock. He then explains to her
that he was forced to agree that her solution was the only one. She begins to
cry, saying to him "you did it, you really did it for me!?"
It tooked him a certain time to calm her and reassure her that it was ok, but
when they did go to bed (togetter!) she asked him how they could have a normal
life then, how could they make love? He then said to her not to worry about
that, that there was no way they wouldn't have sex and that in fact he was
very horny right now!
He then began to slowly, lovingly remove the nigthdress of July, kissing her
everywhere and soon she was shaking from desire. He gently made his way to hey
clit, kiss after kiss and when he made contact, she grabbed his head and
pushed him harder against her sex. He kissed her, licked her, nibbled gently
and surely she raised to a powerfull climax and kept him licking and kissing
for a long time as the best orgasm of her life hit her wave after wave after
wave.
She was so excited after this new experience that she was smiling and giggling
and they rolled into the bed, kissing and kissing and kissing some more. After
a few minutes of that she looked at him in the eyes and with a grin told him
"again, oh again and again please!!!", kissing him fully with all her love.
Happily he obliged and made his way down there slowly oh so slowly that she
was begging. And so he licked again and licked and just before she was about
to explode again he slided his tongue a bit lower, lightly but with greater
passion as time went by, giving her the experience of being licked lovingly
over and into her anus. She orgasmed so powerfully that she was crying of pure
lustfull joy when he did go check her reaction.
He did bring her that way to five great orgasms. As she was reaching for air
and relaxing a bit, tacking a needed break, she turned to him ans began to say
"This is so great, i love you, i never expected that it could be that
pleasurable. Thank you my love, thank you for everything..." and after a
minute or so "Tell me, how do you feel? Is there anything i can do to make you
feel as good as i feel?". He did replied to her that he was feeling so horny,
never he could have imagine that it could be possible to be so horny. He said
to her that there was nothing she could do about it and so he wanted her to
promise never ever have second tougth about this of feeling guilt. After a
second and a deep inspiration, she made the promess and kissed him deeply.
A few minutes later, he said to her that they would have to make the better of
the situation and that from now on, she would be his recompense... her
pleasure would be his pleasure... and with a smile he added that since she
would have to share with him, she would need two times more then normal! They
both laugh at that and drifted to sleep. Hers was of love and peace and his
also... but with a burning desire that would never ever let him from now on.
He dreamt of so many love and sex that he was not sure if he was still
dreaming when he felt her nibbling against his chess. It was morning and when
he opened his eyes, he was rewarded by the most magnifcient women, smiling
devilishly at him, teasing him by licking his nipple and showing off her body,
like a kitten would.
As soon as she saw he was awake, she climbed over him, as a cat, and moved up
until she had her sex just over his face. He had no choice... but didn't mind
either and in a little time made her scream with pleasure. She then fell in
the bed, but he rolled over her and in a 69(!) keep her in a plateau, making
her come 2 more times rapidly with increasingly powerfull orgasms. When she
was too tired to react, he rolled over and take deep breath, thinking of the
few soft kisses she laid on his balls and thinking only of the urge that was
burning inside of him. He was sweating and seemed a bit agitated when she came
to. She asked him what was happening and, with effort, he explained to her
that he thing he was slowly going insane because of the pressure, of how much
he was desiring her, of how much he did want to fuck her, to cum!
With a loving smile, she kissed him and said "You made me promess, then it is
your turn to promess me something." He looked at her. "If, as you said, we
must do the best with the situation, you will promess me that from now on you
will not endure, but accept to live with the situation" He looked puzzled and
she continue: "You will not fight it, you will embrace it. If you are horny,
don't repress it, live it... Tell me about it, kiss me, caress me, make love
with me. Let it grow, caress yourselft... but tell me you will never repress
it or refuse it my love." He looked deep into her eyes and saw unconditionnal
love. He agreed.
Since that day, July was awaken every morning by a sweet orgasm or two and put
to sleep in the same manner. It was paradise and she was so often orgasming
that her smile never left her anymore... she was glowing happyness. And when
William can't take it anymore, when the pressure is so high that he is afraid
of loosing his mind, she takes him into her arms while he cries softly and she
console him with kisses and loving words. True to his word, while she is
consoling him, he "accept and live with the frustration" and plays softly with
his balls or caress himself everywhere he can reach skin and pinch his own
nipples. It always finish the same way, with him sucking on her breast for
half an hour and after that she is so worked up seeing him skirming around
like that that they make love an other time (him bringing her to several
orgams with his tongue, evidently).
Epilogue.
The life is good to the couple. All things going as they should... July is
ending up having a bunch of orgasms every day of her joyfull life and althout
it never cease to amaze William that his urges are still building up even as
time goes by, he developped a way of focussing his energies (well, it doesn't
really work for his condition, in fact it makes it worse, but he can't help
doing it.). William his using all his ingenuity in finding new and better ways
of making his wife come. He is now an expert at making her scream with
pleasure and orgasms only by licking her ass. He even developped a way of
making her orgasm by licking her breast alone! And the best part of all is
that he learned how to keep her at a plateau of powerfull orgasms by
practicing over and over. He can keep her in the bliss of the moment for
hours! A few times now he played with her and kept her in so much pleasure
that she even lost track of time and tougth it was still saturday afternoon
until she saw it was now sunday! He is now so agile with her that she don't
ever need to take a break between orgasms anymore. And true to her word
herself, she never asked him to slow down or moderate his pulsions. In fact...
there is no way she would want to either!
So now, you can imagine them, on their bed, him licking nipples, kissing
pussy, licking her asshole, nibbling, licking, kissing, probing to no end as
she is convulsing in orgasms after orgasms or simply laying there, empty
looking, lost in the middle of a never ending orgasms...
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During the reign of the corrupt Roman Emperor Commodus, sexual
debauchery reached new heights. Commodus's cruel sister Lucia is
given free reign to indulge in all of her cruel sexual fantasies -
including her favourite - sexual sacrifice to her favourite
Goddess...
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ROMAN SACRIFICE.
Rome, 190 AD.
At the height of the reign of the notoriously decadent
Emperor Commodus, an almost unheard of debauchery came to exist.
Commodus himself had personal harems of hundreds of females, and
also young males….. Those around him had their own personal Empires
and were often left to pursue their own debauchery to the limits of
their imagination. Commodus himself was too busy to worry.
A case in point was the Emperor's 20-year-old 'baby' sister
Lucia, a beautiful young woman with a notoriously cruel streak who
had her own Palace stretching over several acres in the near
vicinity of the City. She was renowned (though no one would dare
criticise her) for her imaginative 'sex games' and virtual
pantomimes usually involving cruelty, and often resulting in the
deaths or mutilations of expendable male slaves or prisoners of
war. In order to 'legitimise' some of her cruel behaviour she
effectively re-invented a long lost ancient fertility cult to cloak
her activities. Males 'needed' to be sacrificed to the Goddess
Karala in order to 'bless' the good people of Rome with strong
healthy children. Lucia invented many strange, bizarre and cruel
methods of dispatching the slaves - but her favourite was the
castration ceremony. As she lay on her couch in a room open to a
beautiful view across the her own valley, sipping wine, she
recalled her most recent such occasion…….
She had gone to select a man suitable for her latest
castration ceremony from among prisoners of war destined for the
gladiator ring. She had selected from among the lines of naked men
a powerfully built warrior, a Roman deserter in fact. She had him
shackled and transported back to her Palace. She was particularly
pleased at the size of his masculinity, she had weighed his
appendages in her hand and had been pleased at his libidinous
reaction to her feminine warmth. She had observed his strong
muscular body with great and uninhibited pleasure. Her Palace was a
feminine domain, once the Praetorian Guardsmen had deposited him at
her Palace gates he was taken in hand by her own female assistants,
of which she had many. Her own Palace bodyguards were women - and
were a match for most male guards. He was taken to her inner
Palace, on a slightly lower level were the 'games' took place. He
was fed, watered and cleaned; and then fastened down on a bench -
ready for the following days activities. He was kept naked, like an
animal. She watched his large cock swing this way and that as he
was pushed around. She insisted that he was tied very tightly to
the heavy padded wooden frame which served as his bed for the
night. She wondered what he thought his fate would be, perhaps he
thought he was to be a sex slave, he could wish for no more she
thought…. She determined to pay him a visit that evening.
After washing that evening, she brought her favourite
accomplice and special bodyguard Reem to the main chamber and
dismissed the guards so that they could be alone with the man. She
walked silently around the bound man and began trailing her fingers
across his chest as her friend looked on and smiled, her dagger
always at her hip. The man knew better than to speak himself. Lucia
suddenly cast off her flimsy silken gown and revealed her nakedness
to him. She trailed her fingers across his manhood and watched it
react, It grew to a magnificent tumescence until it finally
quivered at an incredible 9" in thick length, and his big balls….
She climbed onto his bound legs and slid up his body, taking care
to tease and brush against his manhood as much as possible. She
bent low so that his iron hard shaft dug erotically into her soft
stomach, and whispered to him, "Tomorrow I want you to be a man for
me like you are tonight. I have many women here, and we need you
big and strong for us…." The man's brain burned with lust as he
felt her running her finger over his solid shaft again and imagined
the pleasures of the next day. He had been facing certain death
only hours earlier, the Gods must have been smiling on him, he
thought.
Lucia woke early, excited by the prospects of the day ahead.
She could hardly wait for the ceremony. All morning the bound man
would be teased, apparently innocently, by semi-naked young girls
as they washed, fed and finally oiled his body down. He became
frequently erect, until one of the girls would giggle and pour cold
water over it, or another might pout and slap it around - though
that did not seem to make it go down - much to her
feigned 'horror'. The women began to position cloth and wooden
partitions around the man so that Lucia could position herself in
her customary hidden manner near his feet, but slightly raised for
an excellent view of the proceedings. The women had filed in, a
dozen in all. Did he believe he was to service them all? She
thought he did. Lucia began to play with herself as she watched
from behind her cloth barrier with it's discreet observation slit.
The women knew what to do first, they had to arouse the
slave. As Lucia watched from behind her screen, she briefly worried
if she had been impatient. She liked the victims to have full balls
for the ceremony. Should she have waited a few days, no, she
answered herself. The strength of his erection had told her of his
long sexual abstinence. She watched the women go to work on the
man, some slaves themselves, others her employees. They caressed
and licked him, hands reached for his balls and pulled on them -
his manhood rose into a magnificent erection - but remained
untouched - it quivered alone, jerking and desperate for contact.
All the while the women stripped, until they were all naked. Some
of the women gasped at the size of his staff of hard flesh, with
it's large plum uncovered at the top. The man was oiled from head
to toe, until he glistened. Two of the women were not really women
at all, merely slave girls of tender age. The younger of the two,
Elsa, was the one previously instructed to take charge of the
quivering erection. Lucia loved to see her innocent young hands
take charge of a big solid erection - her fumbling inexperience
only seemed to tease the men more - this one was no exception. It
was especially so as the size of her hand contrasted so against
this brute of a penis. She pulled it around and teased it as the
man squirmed as much as his tight bonds would allow. Meanwhile,
Tarusa, the other teenager, took his balls and began to bind the
root of the ball sac with a leather thong - as she did so the hefty
balls were forced down into the bottom of his flesh sac, becoming
trapped. She was the chosen Castratrix, young and tender, and soon
to unman this big powerful warrior - but he was not her first.
Shalia, a woman of Arabic extraction, was next to position
herself, across the man's chest in fact. Her large hips and
beautifully full and shapely bottom were complemented by her smooth
shaven crotch, now so close to his face. The man's senses were
almost overpowered by the smell of her womanhood and the sight of
her pouting, shaven vagina in such close up detail. His cock became
so hard it felt almost painful to him as the young girl seemed to
struggle to pull it around and tease it. The man did not notice
another woman, eyeing him coldly. Lucia's friend Reem. She was the
only one not fully naked; she wore a black silk thong pulled
tightly between her legs. In her hands she carried a strong silken
cord, she flexed it. Her chest heaved in anticipation of her part
in the sacrifice, her nipples were hard with excitement. In the
centre of the area, a beautifully carved figure of the Goddess
Karala looked impassively down on the proceedings. At her feet, a
small brazier burned - the flickering seemed to bring her beautiful
features almost to life.
Another slave girl was given the slave's balls to hold and
pull on, whilst young Tarusa gently lifted up the sinister looking
gelding shears with their wicked looking curved blades. The other
women crowded around so that he felt immersed in a sea of female
flesh, their sweat and smells almost sending him over the edge into
an orgasmic bliss he thought would kill him. He watched breasts bob
and bounce above and to the side, but always his fevered eyes
returned to Shalia's pouting shaven mons before his eyes. She
whispered down to him, teasingly. "You must give up your seed for
Karala, she demands it, all of it - we must see it…" Her words were
lost on him now, he was nothing but pleasure personified - he felt
that familiar tingling in his loins. If only the girl would rub his
cock faster and harder, if only he could fuck one of them, all of
them - it was tease, tease, tease….. The women knew he was about to
come, they all knew, Tarusa knew. She carefully placed the shears
around his tied balls - at the root - taking care that he should
not feel the sharp metal.
Shalia cooed down to his anguished features and rocked her
hips so that her pouting vaginal lips now jostled against his chin
and then his lips. A metal cup was quickly placed near the end of
his cock. He groaned like an animal, Princess Lucia stood up now.
She watched his organ suddenly jet come out with such force it
shocked even her. Young Elsa gasped as the organ jerked so
forcefully in her hand, the come squirting violently into the metal
cup. Again and again it jetted, as Reem moved into position,
quickly looping the cord over his neck to expertly throttle him.
His sudden asphyxiation only intensified the ejaculation as he only
vaguely understood what was happening to him. Tarusa did not wait
for his ejaculation to finish, her face tightened with
determination and she closed the blades on his trapped flesh. A
determined squeeze and the balls came free into the other girl's
clutching hand - she quickly handed the large severed balls to
Tarusa, who in turn placed them in the cup of sperm and walked
briskly to the burning brazier. She picked up a small ceramic
object and quickly pulped the balls in the cup with it. She cast
the smashed balls, now mixed with his copious sperm, into the
flames and uttered a prayer to Karala the Goddess. By the time she
turned to see her handiwork on the man, he was twitching in death
as Reem's strong arms were finishing choking the last trace of life
out of him. Shalia looked down between her spread legs at the man's
face, she believed she had had a small come as her vagina had been
jostled against him during the struggle to extinguish him.
Strangely the man's big cock was still erect and drooling come from
the tip.
Lucia snapped out of her pleasant afternoon reverie, she sipped
her wine again and looked forward the games she had planned for
tonight as her hand reached down to her crotch again……
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Harry Potter and the Secret of the Golden Unicorn Chapter 09 | WARNING, MINOR | A young British wizard named Harry Potter comes of age in a time of brutal war between rival magical factions vying for power. This novel length story replaces the final book in the Harry Potter series. | Harry Potter and the Secret of the Golden Unicorn
By Lord Wrackspurt
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This Chapter is a continuation of a novel length fan-fiction story which
replaces the final book in the Harry Potter series. This story is a work of
fan-fiction based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling
and her publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark
infringement is intended.
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Chapter 9: The Goblin Express
Harry cringed in terror, while the officers continued to laugh at his plight.
Thoughts of the gut wrenching agony he had already witnessed that day from the
Constable and the Durmstang student flashed through his mind. The fast
clicking of the boot heels came to stop in front of him, and he closed his
eyes and braced himself for trauma about to be inflicted upon him. But
Mistress Desiree said nothing; she stood there before Harry and stared at his
upturned face for a few seconds. Then she used the tip of her wand to move
aside the curls of hair covering the scar on Harry’s forehead, the scar
Voldemort had given him the night he had killed Harry’s parents. Seeing the
scar there, she gave a short gasp.
“Please release him immediately,” she said to the officers, as Harry dared
open his eyes again. “There’s been a mistake made. I thought he was someone
else.” Looking back at Harry, she said, “Please forgive us, Sir, it was a case
of mistaken identity.”
The two officers put Harry back on his feet and reluctantly released him, but
they both looked confused … and disappointed. Mistress Desiree was adamant
that they go about their business, and they seemed accustomed to taking orders
from her.
“I’m sorry about that, Harry, we didn’t know you would be coming here this
soon,” she said. Seeing his injuries, she held up his arm and with her wand
healed the tear in his flesh. The seething pain in his joint went away. She
then repaired his clothes. “Please don’t think too badly of us here. We have
to be wary of troublemakers.”
“Who are you?” Harry asked. “How do you know my name, and why were those
people in there acting that way towards me?”
“I am Desiree, I am the operations manager in charge of the Golden Unicorn,”
she said. “As for the other, I suggest you see a goblin named Fartzmellar at
Gringott’s bank.”
“I have an appointment to see him tomorrow morning,” said Harry.
“Excellent,” she said with a genuine smile towards Harry. “All will be
explained then. May I suggest that for now you leave here, and that you not
tell anyone what happened to you tonight? And I do mean no one. I promise
you’ll understand why tomorrow.”
Harry trudged through the thronging crowds back down the hill towards the old
town totally bewildered by what had just happened. In less than ten hours he’d
already had two run-ins with the police. Getting back to his rooms, he could
see that Tonks was already in on her side of the suite. From the moans and
groans he was hearing he knew that she had company.
Peeking through the doorway Harry saw Tonks in bed kneeling over Phingarbang.
She was riding him cowgirl style, and just cooing about how good it felt. From
what Harry could see Phingarbang’s cock was almost as big as one of those male
dancer’s cocks he’d seen earlier. However, this one was going straight in and
out of Tonks, and she was loving every minute of it. Propriety, and the
inability to handle the discovery, caused Harry to leave the door and go to
his own room. There he prepared for bed and grudgingly went to sleep. The last
thing Harry remembered was hearing Tonks squealing as her new lover brought
her to orgasm.
The next morning Harry awoke in bed alone. Tonks was not in her suite, nor was
her new lover, Phingarbang, there. She probably had business of her own to
tend. Harry washed and dressed himself, then went downstairs for breakfast.
The hotel had a decent restaurant on the lobby floor. The food was not as good
as the fare at Hogwarts, but definitely better than anything he had been used
to at the Dursleys. Returning to the room, Harry gathered the legal notice and
left a note for Tonks telling her where he had gone. He then set out for
Gringotts to see this Fartzmellar goblin about his parent’s estate.
As Harry strolled down the street he spied Constable McCann walking with a
pronounced limp on the other side of the street. He saw Harry and immediately
nodded respectfully while he touched the brim of his cap, but the look on his
face was anything but friendly. The thought of that toerag lying in the street
yesterday returned to Harry and left him chuckling to himself until he reached
the doors of Gringotts.
Looking at it from the outside, the bank appeared to be only a small branch
office that fitted between a larger set of offices and shops. The entry hall
confirmed this belief as it was quite small with a short lobby and teller
cages. The back of the lobby had two small managers offices and a short side
hallway behind them that seemed to lead to nowhere, it just ended at a large
portrait of an old man. The teller cages in the entry hall had muggle servants
who maintained the façade of the bank for any muggles that might show up
needing banking services.
As the letter had instructed, Harry went straight to the portrait at the end
of the hallway. The old man in the portrait had an odd-looking hat upon his
head and was holding a beautiful jewel encrusted sword aloft at the heavens.
Harry immediately recognized the hat and the sword; he had seen them both at
Hogwarts. They were the Sorting Hat and the sword of Godric Gryffindor. That’s
whose portrait it was, Gryffindor. When Harry touched his wand to the door, it
opened and he entered the main chamber where the real bank for wizards was
located. The goblin’s looked briefly at Harry as he entered, but seemed to
take little notice of him.
Harry went to the Head Teller’s cage and waited until the goblin finally
decided to peer down at him with disdain through his half-round spectacles.
“How may I be of service to you, Sir?” he asked with a bored, bureaucratic-
mandated politeness that let you know he really didn’t give a shit if you
lived or died.
“I have a letter from the bank asking me to meet with a Mister Fartzmellar to
discuss an estate settlement he is presently engaged in completing,” Harry
said, while handing over the letter. The goblin scanned over the letter
quickly, but Harry noticed that the goblin reacted when he saw to whom the
letter was addressed.
“So you would be Mr. Potter then?”
“I am.”
“Please be seated for a moment while I contact Mr. Fartzmellar,” said the
goblin motioning to a set of uncomfortable looking wooden chairs. Harry had
waited about two minutes when the goblin appeared beside him and said “Mr.
Fartzmellar will see you now, please follow me, Sir.”
Harry was then led through what appeared to him to be a labyrinth of corridors
full of closed doors that had no markings of any kind on them. They all
appeared to be the same, and Harry was lost after only a few turns.
Fortunately, his goblin escort seemed to know exactly where he was going at
all times. Harry soon realized that an intruder in this maze would quickly
become hopelessly lost, and would be left to wander the empty hallways until
exhausted, or worse. The goblins were never known for showing mercy, even to
their own kind, and the Ministry made a point of letting them handle their
internal affairs as they saw fit.
Eventually they stopped before an office door and Harry was shown in. Seated
at the desk in the room was a well-dressed elderly looking goblin. He got out
of his chair and walked to meet Harry.
“Welcome, Mr. Potter. We have awaited you with anticipation. You are quite
famous here you know, many still remember that awful night when your family
met with tragedy.”
“Thank you, Sir,” replied Harry as he was seated in front of the desk. “I went
by and saw their graves for the first time yesterday afternoon. The site
seemed to have been well tended over the years.”
“Yes, we try to keep everything neat and orderly here. I can assure you that
your parent’s estate, held in trust as your principle inheritance, has been
kept safe while in the custody of the bank and the executor. In addition, the
will of Sirius Black left a considerable sum of gold and property to that
which your parents left you. At present, your total account with our bank
stands at 60,488,071 Galleons, 11 Sickels, and 2 Knuts. However, this only
represents the cash money presently on hand. In addition to Grimmauld Place,
bequeathed to you by your late godfather, your parent’s real estate holdings
include 3 separate properties in the Godric’s Hollow area which are valued at
approximately 15 million Galleons collectively.”
“Ahhhh … thank you again, Sir,” said an astonished Harry. He wasn’t sure if he
had heard the old goblin correctly. “Could you give me the figures again in
muggle pounds?”
“Of course, Sir, you have cash holdings of approximately 302 million Pounds,
and residential and business property valued at approximately 75 million
Pounds more.”
Harry could only sit there stunned for a minute while it sank in just how
bloody rich he really was. “I must inform you, Sir, that I am totally ignorant
of exactly what constitutes my parent’s estate. What exactly are these
properties?”
“Yes, I am aware of the special circumstances of your situation. Your parents
had made provision in event of their untimely deaths for your godfather, Mr.
Black, to act as your guardian. As I believe you know, he was unable to accept
that commitment. Professor Dumbledore managed to get the Ministry to allow him
to become your guardian after that, and serve as executor of your estate until
you reached maturity.”
Harry jumped at the news. “Professor Dumbledore has been my guardian since my
parents were killed? I was never told that.”
“It was never made a public thing you understand. His lifestyle interests made
him what would normally be considered an unacceptable choice for raising a
young boy alone.”
“You mean him being a poof and all,” said Harry.
“You knew about that did you?”
“How could you not know, he wore a gown that looked like a dress and funny
hats all the time, he had more rings on his fingers than my aunt had in her
whole jewelry box. Anyone at Hogwarts with enough sense to know which end of
the wand the spell comes out of knew he was an old homo, we just didn’t mind
it was all.”
“Well, that said, Dumbledore accepted responsibility for you, and then placed
you with your muggle relations to protect you from vengeful Death Eaters. That
act probably saved your life. Dumbledore was one of the very few who knew of
your parent’s business interests; he took over control of your family business
and kept it secret as well.”
“What family business, what exactly is my inheritance?”
“First of all, Mr. Potter, you are the owner of a small section of property in
the outskirts of Godric’s Hollow. The frame house that inhabits that land was
badly damaged the night your parents were killed. Professor Dumbledore left
the site abandoned and it has remained a vacant ruin. It has little value
unless you want to demolish the house and sell the land. Second, you are the
owner of a luxury villa and woodland on the former outskirts of the Hill area
of Godric’s Hollow. This estate was used by your parents their last year of
life as a country home. Now the Hill region has grown out so that this is a
suburban district, with a tremendous increase in property value I might add.
It is valued in the neighborhood of four to five million Galleons in itself.
Since you were placed with your Mother’s muggle relations, the villa has been
leased to wealthy patrons for discreet vacations. The operation is quite
profitable, Sir. We at Gringotts hope you will continue the leasing agreement.
I assure you it would be in your own interest to find another estate, and move
there, and retain the villa as a pleasure resort.”
“Well, I still have a year remaining at Hogwarts,” said Harry.
“Excellent, then you won’t need the property for yourself,” said the Goblin
with a smile. “Lastly, and most importantly, you, Sir, are the sole proprietor
of the Golden Unicorn, the most profitable business operation in Godric’s
Hollow, in all of magical Britain I might add. We at the bank have thus far
handled the political, legal, and financial necessities in a consortium with
the past proprietors. In return the bank realizes one fourth of the profits
after expenses, and is given special dispensation in the use of the
facilities.”
“Wait a minute — I own the Golden Unicorn,” said a dazed Harry. “I own the
biggest whorehouse in Britain!”
“Oh, it’s not just a common house of ill repute, Sir. It is an adult pleasure
palace beyond all compare. The customers stand in line to pay extravagant
prices to partake of your premium wares. Your parents were some of the
shrewdest business people I’ve ever met … for humans that is.”
“No, no … I own a whore house! You’re telling me my dad was a pimp, and my mum
was a whorehouse madam. Oh, fuck me now.”
“Sir, your parents ran the establishment in secrecy. Only a very few knew that
they were the real owners. You see, nearly 20 years ago your father and his
partner, Sirius Black, discovered in their travels a unique band of magical
creatures. These were a tribe of elves that had apparently been isolated and
interbred unnoticed over a long time. For some strange reason they immediately
considered your father to be their rightful master, and obeyed him, and only
him.
“It is the nature of elves to try and satisfy their master’s desires, and this
group had been bred to satisfy sexual desires. Their powers had been
intensified over centuries of inbreeding to where they can manipulate their
bodies; they can read the mind of the witch or wizard, and become what that
person desires them to be. They morph into a different person just by thought.
They can use their powerful magic to create glamour around them. The customer
can satisfy his or her lust in a partner of their choice; either in the form
of a real person they know, or a complete creation of their fantasies. When
the job is done, the elf transforms again to another form. There is no
disease, no pregnancy, just totally safe sex in an extremely discrete setting.
What happens in the Unicorn stays in the Unicorn. The elves can morph into
nearly anything. On the lower floor the elves even transform into the security
personnel who protect the Unicorn’s interior.”
“I went in there last night,” Harry said. “The people working there acted like
they knew me. One of the security goons came over and they grabbed me, then
they apologized and dropped to their knees begging me to forgive them. I had
no idea what was going on.”
“But of course,” laughed the elderly goblin. “Those were not real people, Sir.
They were elves, your elves. All of them are in hereditary service to the
Potter family, and they recognized you as their new master returned to them,
the last of the ancient Potter clan. Apparently, they were bonded in the
distant past to an ancestor of yours. They accept you as their master because
they recognized your father’s bloodline in you.”
“Who am I related to that they would have served way back then?” asked Harry.
“I don’t know, neither did your father. For that matter, neither did the elves
themselves. The old elves who would have known had died out years before,
which given the long lifetime of elves means it was a long, long time ago. The
present elves simply have a hereditary memory of the master’s bloodline whom
they are obligated to serve. Your father was then the inheritor of the
bloodline, now it’s you.”
“Last night, there was a woman there, she was so beautiful, but very
frightening too. I just stared at her, and I wanted her so badly. She had this
strange look on her face when she saw what was happening.”
“Ah, you met Desiree, the present madam who supervises the operations. Her
full name is Desiree Delacour. All men who are in her presence desire to have
her because she is a pure blood Veela. She lives there with her two
daughters.”
“Delacour!” said Harry. “Are the daughters names Fleur and Gabrielle?”
“Oh, so you know them,” said Fartzmellar.
“I met her briefly at Hogwarts about two years ago, the girls too.” Harry now
remembered that this was the woman who had attended the final event of the
Triwizarding contest at Hogwarts that he and Fleur had participated in. That
was where he knew her from. He had been so nervous and frightened at the time
he had barely noticed her, despite her beauty.
“Well, Mr. Potter, I’ll send a message to Desiree, and we’ll travel over to
the Unicorn so you can get acquainted with your new property. Since I assume
you’ll wish to continue to use discretion concerning the Potter family
involvement with the operation we’ll use the Goblin Express if you wish.”
“What’s the Goblin express?” asked Harry.
“The area underneath the Hollow and the hill is honeycombed with tunnels. We
goblins use trams we built in the tunnels to get around discretely and keep
tabs on our business interests without being seen. It’s a secure way to
transfer funds also. There is a direct line from the bank to the Golden
Unicorn.”
Fartzmellar led Harry out into the maze of hallways again and after a few
minutes they came to an elevator that had none of the usual pushbuttons or
other controls on it. The goblin merely scratched the seam in the doorway and
it opened. They went down for several minutes, Harry had no idea how far
underground they were, but it was a long ways down. The elevator opened into a
large room with several goblins pulling wagons loaded with gold and silver
coins.
All the goblins in this room looked quite different from Fartzmellar, and
those in the bank offices above. They were dressed almost like house elves,
with only a long shirt like garment that went to their knees and simple Roman
styled sandals for footwear. Upon Fartzmellar’s entry all of them immediately
averted their eyes down and bowed their heads as they passed by. The one
exception was a similarly clad goblin who was having trouble with his wagon
load of coins and was blocking the pathway, he didn’t see Fartzmellar and
Harry enter.
“Out of my way, you stupid Gimlick,” Fartzmellar shouted savagely as he
stomped the worker goblin in the back, driving him to the stone floor. “Pay
attention or I’ll have you put in the cook pot.”
The goblin on the floor cringed in terror and curled up in a ball with his
hands over his face as Fartzmellar gave him another sharp kick in the side
that made the goblin squeek, and Harry wince in empathy. It reminded him of
the times Dudley had knocked him down and beaten and kicked him till he had
begged for mercy, while his dear Aunt and Uncle looked on laughing and giving
Dudley encouragement.
“My apologies for their clumsiness, this way, Sir,” said Harry’s guide with a
wave of his clawed hand, drawing Harry’s mind back to the present. Before them
was a small trolley car on a set of rails that went into a tunnel. Boarding
the trolley, Fartzmellar took the control wheel and set the pointer arrow to
‘Golden Unicorn.’ The car lurched and took off seeming to know how to get
there on its own.
Harry’s goblin guide sat down beside him. “It’ll be a few minutes. There is
one other thing you should know about before we get there. The Golden Unicorn
is host to many powerful persons who come there for entertainment that they
would strongly prefer not to have others know about. Before your parents were
killed there was a movement by certain bureaucrats to try to have the Ministry
takeover control of the Hill, with a special effort to take control of the
Unicorn. Without the Unicorn the Hill is just another resort town in the north
country.”
“Did they want to shut it all down?” asked Harry.
“Oh, my goodness, no,” replied Fartzmellar. “The Unicorn is a gold mine, not
only of money but pure power. They wanted to control the operation, mine it
for money and political favors in exchange for realizing your most outlandish
sexual fantasy. They would have the dirt on everyone who is their opponent
that ever spent an evening there, plus they could grant themselves unlimited
usage privileges.”
“What stopped them from taking over?” asked Harry.
“Two things. One was us, we goblins don’t like the Ministry horning in on our
profitable arrangements, and we control many purse strings in Britain and
other places, so we have ways of making our displeasure known. The second is
that the elves themselves only obeyed your father; they will not accept
another master, even by force. Elves have powerful magic in themselves that
they can unleash in defense of their master, or against strangers. Of course,
if it came to war the Ministry has the combined power to defeat the elves, but
that would mean destroying the one thing you fought the war to possess in the
first place. Even the Ministry wasn’t that stupid.
“I suspected at the time that some in the Ministry were trying to uncover who
was really running the Golden Unicorn. The main leaders of this group were
Barty Crouch and Cornelius Fudge. Crouch and Fudge were both very ambitious to
be the Minister of Magic. It was obvious that Millicent Bagnold’s failing
health would finally force her to retire before much longer. Voldemort
couldn’t have risen to such a position of power unchallenged as he did if she
had still been in her prime. However, advanced age had weakened her resolve.
There were also rumors that Voldemort had received support from inside the
Ministry. Things such as details on who opposed him that allowed him to
carefully remove the opposition. It also allowed him to cultivate followers,
that is how the Death Eaters came into being.
“Back then, Fudge was a member of the Inquisition. In fact, he started out as
an Interrogator; I remember Dumbledore telling me that he tried to railroad
you on some phony charge a couple of years ago. He pissed off more than a
couple of members of the Wizengamot by walking in and claiming he was still an
Interrogator whenever he wanted to be, and Minister when he didn’t. That
little shenanigan led to your acquittal as much as anything Dumbledore said in
your defense.”
“I was never so glad to see Dumbledore walk into a room as that I was that
day,” reflected Harry, while thinking back to phony charges Fudge had brought
against him. “What about Crouch senior, how did he figure in the plot?”
“Well, Crouch was the Head of the Magical Law Enforcement, between him and
Fudge I think they did discover somehow that the real owner was your parents.
I do know for a fact that after your parents died Crouch effectively declared
Sirius Black guilty of the whole thing, and then, with Fudge’s help, rammed a
judgment through the Wizengamot without Black being allowed a trial. He
actually wanted Black to receive the Dementor’s kiss immediately, but there
was a faction led by Dumbledore who blocked that. The compromise was a life
sentence in Azkaban.”
“Sirius Black was innocent of my parent’s death. It was another who betrayed
them to Voldemort,” said Harry.
“There were those who had their doubts that Sirius would really do that to
your parents. However, Crouch and Fudge’s coalition had too much power for the
question of Black’s actual guilt to be questioned at the time. Most accepted
what Crouch said as true. Then came the falling out over Crouch’s son being a
Death Eater, very convenient for Fudge. His only real rival collapsed, and he
expertly distanced himself overnight.
“The suspicious thing was that Fudge pushed hard to get you made a ward of the
Ministry. It was known that Sirius became your legal guardian upon your
parent’s deaths. With Sirius in Azkaban someone else had to become your
guardian. As a ward of the Ministry, Fudge would have been your legal guardian
and had control of you. Of course, if he knew that your parents owned the
Unicorn, and that your dad was the one the elves obeyed, then he could have
figured out that you were the new owner and Master. Whoever controlled you
controlled the Unicorn and its elves. That would have placed a great deal of
money and political power in that person’s hands.”
“I’ll bet that’s when Dumbledore stepped in,” said Harry.
“Exactly, Dumbledore was the only wizard with the power to stand up to Fudge.
He said that the protection he could invoke through your mother’s bloodline
was the only sure protection against the Death Eater’s revenge. So Dumbledore
became your official guardian and sent you to live with the muggles, you were
safe from Death Eaters all right, but you were also safe from Fudge.”
“Fudge probably didn’t like that one bit.”
“Absolutely, he never forgave Dumbledore for making him back down publicly.
Dumbledore was shrewd, and after you returned to our world Dumbledore had you
under his watchful eye at Hogwarts. Then other things happened. Black’s escape
sent Fudge into a terror. He had helped railroad Black into prison without a
trial. He claimed he was afraid that Black would seek vengeance, but he seemed
more frightened that anyone would come in contact with Black.”
“He was afraid they’d find out that Sirius was innocent,” said Harry. “That’s
why he tried to have Sirius kissed by the Dementor’s at Hogwarts. To silence
him for good.”
“Then there was Crouch’s death at Hogwarts which frightened him even more.
Then young Crouch was found still alive, but he conveniently had Barty
silenced before he could be questioned. It would have been interesting to have
learned how Crouch’s own son was inducted into the Death Eater ranks.
Particularly if it turned out that Voldemort targeted young Crouch, and used
mind control to bring him over to dark magic. But who would want to see that
happen? Finally, after you announced that Voldemort had returned it was
rumored that Fudge went into an awful panic. He very disingenuously
orchestrated a whisper campaign to discredit Dumbledore as being a homosexual,
and thus unfit to run a school for children.”
“Why was that disingenuous, Sir?” asked Harry.
“Well, for two reasons, everybody already knew about Dumbledore, so it made it
look as if Fudge was just now figuring it out; and also because Fudge is a
closet assbandit himself. Everyone who knew Fudge was aware of it. So, if a
homosexual couldn’t run a school, then how could one run the Ministry?”
laughed the old Goblin. “Still, he was desperate to get his old chum from his
Inquisition days, Madam Umbridge, in at Hogwarts with an agenda for the
Ministry to take over the school. There was even an attempt by Fudge to have
you committed and made a ward of the Ministry, but by that time Fudge was
already losing his peripheral support and it went nowhere.”
“I knew he was behind that, him and Umbridge. She even got some Dementors to
try to kiss me at the start of that year to shut me up. She said she did it on
her own, but I wonder.”
“Then she lied to you, Mr. Potter. The Dementors would not have attacked you
or anyone else because Umbridge asked them to. The only one who could wield
that kind of authority would be the Minister. Only a senior official like
Fudge could have ordered the Dementors to do that, not Umbridge. If anything,
she just supervised the attack. They would fear the consequences otherwise.”
Harry had never liked Fudge, but now it was becoming more than dislike. Some
things were now starting to make sense. What if Fudge were involved in more
than anyone knew.
“Sir, do you remember the person who Sirius Black was accused of killing,
Peter Pettigrew?” asked Harry.
“Yes, vaguely”
“Can you tell me if he worked in the Ministry?”
“Well, yes, I believe he did. He was a junior clerk in the Ministry; in fact …
now that you mention it, I think he worked for Cornelius Fudge before he
became Minister.”
The more than dislike in Harry’s mind was quickly forming into hatred. This
was too much to be mere coincidence. Fudge had to have been involved in his
parent’s death, somehow he was conspiring with Voldemort back then, and maybe
he still was. Ever since the attack on Azkaban, Fudge had been pushing to get
himself returned to power on a platform of conciliation with Voldemort. Many
pieces were coming together now.
Thinking back to the old goblin’s words gave Harry another pause. “Sir, you
said the Dementors wouldn’t have done it for Umbridge because they feared the
consequences. What consequences … I mean you can’t hurt a Dementor, only drive
it away. What would they fear?”
The old Goblin laughed a bit, “Even though they act like they are
invulnerable, there are ways to destroy a Dementor, though few wizards know
how anymore.”
“How do you go about destroying a Dementor, it’s a spirit, there’s nothing
real inside to kill?” Harry asked.
“Exactly, a Dementor is just a malicious spirit in semi-corporeal form. My
understanding from what I was told long ago as a young goblin was that if you
wanted to get rid of a spirit, you had to trap it in a specially cut crystal
container, with a shield spell placed on it. Whatever you did to the crystal
happened to the spirit. Shatter the crystal and you destroy the spirit. But it
takes a pretty good sorcerer to do magic like that.”
The trolley came to a stop with a slight lurch. “We’re here, Sir,” said
Fartzmellar.
To Harry’s eyes here meant nothing. All through the ride along the goblin
express Harry had seen no doors or other passages. All he could see around him
were rough rock walls. The goblin grinned as he saw the puzzled look on
Harry’s face.
“Really, Mister Potter,” he said with a toothy grin. “You don’t think we’re
dumb enough to leave doors with signs saying ‘Secret Entrance Here’ on them do
you?”
As before, he ran a gnarled claw down the rock face beside the trolley door,
the rock opened up to reveal another elevator. Entering the elevator Harry
felt it rising up towards the surface again. Although the ride over had been
very enlightening, Harry would be glad to get out in the fresh air and
sunshine again. When the door opened, Harry saw that he was in a corridor that
felt as though he was still deep underground. Like a basement area maybe.
The goblin took the lead and led Harry through the door at the other end of
the hallway. Inside was a large room that looked like a company canteen but
with a number of tiny elf sized chairs and tables around the walls of the
room. In the middle of the room stood a number of odd looking house elves.
They were slightly taller that those Harry knew from Hogwarts, and each had on
a spotless white sack-like uniform. As Harry entered the room, all the elves
went to their knees and raised their hands in the air.
“He is here! He is here! Master has returned to us!” they all cried joyously.
Many wept tears of joy as they stared at Harry. Harry was taken quite unawares
and wasn’t sure what to say or do. In from the other doorway walked the
beautiful creature he had seen the night before, behind her came two people he
already knew, Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour. Fleur was even more beautiful than
the first time he had seen her, her long platinum blonde hair shimmered, her
perfect features, and her sexy, perfectly proportioned body. It was enough to
make a man ache just to see her walking by, and she was only half Veela. The
surprise was that little Gabrielle had really changed. He had thought her just
a little girl when he had seen her only three years ago, but she was
definitely not a little girl now.
Gabrielle had definitely grown up a whole lot in that time though she now
looked considerably older than he thought she should be. Slightly smaller than
her sister, she was every bit her equal in beauty and form. She definitely
favored her mother in her looks, except for the eyes. Gabrielle had the most
beautiful piercing blue eyes that Harry had ever seen, except that on second
glance there was something about them he recognized. He had seen those eyes
before, but he wasn’t sure where now.
They approached Harry and then knelt on one knee before him. Harry couldn’t
believe it, that these beautiful women were kneeling before him. As he stood
there flabbergasted, the old goblin stepped forward and began introductions.
“Mr. Harry Potter meet Madam Desiree Delacour, Madam Delacour meet Mr. Potter,
the new owner of the Golden Unicorn.”
“Welcome to the Golden Unicorn, Mr. Potter,” she said rising to her feet along
with her daughters. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Sir.”
“Please call me Harry, everyone does,” said Harry.
“Only if you’ll agree to call me Desiree.”
“That sounds like a fair bargain, Desiree,” said Harry. Harry was already
struggling to avoid maintaining eye contact and to keep his trousers from
developing a frontal bulge. Harry had thought that she was beautiful last
night, but seeing her now was even better. Desiree was wearing a fashionable
dress that emphasized her abundant bosom, and narrow waist. Her legs were long
and slim, ending in a pair of beautiful high heels. Behind her stood the two
girls, more casually dressed, but looking incredibly sexy.
“Hello, Harry,” they said almost as one, grinning as though they were fully
aware of Harry’s situation.
“Hello, Fleur, hello, Gabrielle,” said Harry. “I haven’t had a chance to talk
to you in a while. What have you been doing?”
“I help momma with running the Unicorn full time now,” said Fleur. “Gabrielle
has just finished school at Beaubatons.”
“I thought I might leave Mr. Potter with you, Desiree,” said the Goblin. “That
way you could orient him to the facility. In the mean time I was hoping to …
perhaps … see if a room was available?”
Desiree smiled at the goblin and nodded, she made a quick motion to an elf in
the crowd, and the elf stepped out to follow the goblin through the exit door.
Harry tried his best not to think about what was about to happen. It wouldn’t
be pretty.
“Well, Harry,” said Desiree. “If you will follow me I’ll take you on the grand
tour of the Golden Unicorn, of which you are now the sole owner and
proprietor.”
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Penectomy News Digest Volume 2 (fictional) | PENECTOMY | Some more fictional news. | ` PENECTOMY NEWS DIGEST, VOLUME 2 `
Penis-cutting news from around the world
FEMALE SURGEON TAKES HUSBAND’S PENIS AS HER OWN
In a bizarre gender twist, a female surgeon cut off her husband’s penis and
attached it to herself.
Dr. Marjorie E. Reiter, 38, removed the organ from her consenting husband. As
she had previously removed her own clitoris, she then proceeded, with the help
of another surgeon, to attach the penis to herself.
She is currently working to attach her clitoral nerves to the penis and is
expecting to achieve erectile ability, though she concedes that additional
testosterone may be necessary.
“My husband and I wanted me to have both the penis and the vagina in our
relationship,” Reiter said. “We wanted me to be the penetrator. When I want to
be penetrated, he will strap on a replica of his former penis and then enter
me.”
Her husband, Steven Reiter, says he now enjoys performing both cunnilingus and
fellatio on his wife.
“It’s strange to be sucking what was once my own penis,” he said. “Marjorie
says I do it very well, and I should: I used to own it!”
Dr. Reiter has also connected her urethra to the one in the penis. Her goal is
“to pee standing while my husband pees sitting.”
The doctor will soon attach her clitoris, now in frozen storage, to her
husband so that he will be able to climax when she rubs her penis on it.
ELECTRONIC PENIS BRACELETS MONITOR RAPISTS
An innovative female inventor has given law enforcement a new weapon in
fighting sex crimes: an electronic penis bracelet with cutting potential.
Laura Smith created a thin ring that fits around the base of the penis. When
vaginal fluid is on the penis, a sensor in the ring goes off, alerting the
authorities. They then may decide to activate the laser inside the ring via
remote control and cut off the penis. When the ring is removed, another sensor
goes off.
Fourteen male sex offenders are already wearing the device, called the Pen-A-
Matic. They report that they are terrified of going near women.
Erection itself does not activate the device. Neither does the presence of
saliva or feces, which Smith plans to address in her next version of the ring.
That would address anal and oral rape.
“Men will now think twice about raping women,” said April Erickson of the
Women’s Effort to Prevent Rape. “Penises will be on a tight leash.”
Already, there is interest among the general public in the Pen-A-Matic. Many
women see it as a way to take control of their men’s behavior. Some men have
expressed interest in using it to intensify their sex play. Smith does not
plan to sell the ring to the public.
WOMEN CAN DO WITHOUT THOSE THINGS
According to a surprising survey, 20 percent of women say they could live with
a penisless husband.
The survey of 840 women, done by the American Sex Research Institute, asked
whether a relationship could be satisfying if the husband had no penis. One
hundred sixty-eight said “yes.”
Many of the women cited hugging, caressing and oral sex as reasons a penis is
not needed.
“For me, it’s about fidelity,” said one woman. “If he couldn’t penetrate a
woman, he wouldn’t stray from me. That’s more important than sex.”
Twelve of the women said that their husbands were already without organs.
“It doesn’t make a difference to me,” said one. “I can do with it or without
it.”
Some of the women reported that a man without a penis looks less threatening
and is easy to get along with.
Said one: “Sometimes that ‘thing’ just gets in the way of a good
relationship.”
PENIS-BITER ON THE LOOSE
Male students at the University of Florida—Essex are being warned to watch out
for women who offer them oral sex this Halloween.
Last year on that day, a “vampire” allegedly bit off the penises of three men.
Although the men survived, their organs were not found.
According to reports, the vampire woman, described as short and thin with
black hair, offered the men oral sex at parties or bars. While performing on
them, she bit off their penises and ran off with them. The men were left to go
to the hospital.
“I suddenly felt a sharp pain, then a ripping sensation, and I saw her get up
with something in my mouth,” one of the victims said. “I saw her pull it out,
and it was my penis. She laughed at me and took off running. They never found
it, and I know I’ll never have sex again.”
The perpetrator was not found. During the spring semester, rumors abounded
that several more women would pull the same stunt, but not necessarily as
vampires.
One chalk message on a sidewalk read “Let the men be warned. We will take
yours when you least expect it.”
Many campus women have found the threats funny and have been warning men that
they will be the next to lose their penises, possibly even before Halloween.
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THE TIES THAT BIND ~VI~ Under House Arrest | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Consensual Slavery | An angry young man returns from Vietnam in mid 1960\'s and cannotfind what he\'s looking for in the Gay Leather Bars in L.A. He meetstwo men who\'s influence changes his life. This part he spends the weekend in the home of Officer Earl D. Shaw. Strange things happen! | ` HE TIES THAT BIND~VI `
Waddie Greywolf
Part VI~Under House Arrest
Part I ~ Water Music
“I sail the darkest rivers of my dreams,
My cargo, precious trust, secure in his control,
I guide my bodies-barque into my Master’s arms,
His port, my heart to dock, safe harbor for my soul.”
Slave’s Song~W.D. Dux
Posthumous
We headed towards the dungeon and I hesitated for a moment,
“Master I may need to use your bathroom to clean out.”
“To the Dungeon slave!” He ordered with a false gruffness.
I started to object but remembered Master Jeb’s rule, an order
given, not to hesitate. We descended the stairs into that magic
room. The moon was lighting the Dungeon like a mystic realm
where you might expect some misshapen gnome to scuttle forth
with goblets of mulled wine for his Master, the Dungeon Master! I could see
more than I had seen before. It was larger than I had first thought with a
large self contained shower area with an extra wall down the right side.. The
other wall was the outside wall of the building. It must have been eight by
twelve and contained several tables and benches. It was tiled completely in
black tile. There was a door in the corner that looked like it went into
another room. There was a walk in closet built in under the stairs.
Master Earl had me stand not far from the stairs. He retrieved
The leather hood, wrist and leg cuffs and my mouth plug. He
put on the wrist cuffs first and clipped chains to them and then
to chains hanging from the ceiling. He decided not to put anything else on me
for the moment.
“This is to make sure my exotic slave I have captured on the
lesser moon of Antares does not escape before this old space
pirate gets to sample his prize. Try to escape these chains me
hardy! Arrr! I understand your race has been known to suck a man’s soul out
through his cock! Is that true slave??” He launched into a fantasy.
“I am a Prince unto my race! My Father, the King of Gandura,
will have more than your soul you filthy.....”
“Go on slave your doing fine, you may emote within a fantasy.”
“ ...you filthy swine but to answer your question Captain. Why
don’t you drop that well filled cod piece and try me. You have
nothing but your soul to lose! (Fiendish laughter) I’m sure it would taste of
space salt, man smells, leather, smegma, come, bay
rum, and the rosebuds of many young virgin boys of many species.”
“You would like that wouldn’t you slave to taste my man’s soul
along with my seed rushing down this big shaft to fill your belly.
And what would happen to my soul? Would it die within your
gut to be absorbed into you essence? Or would you hold it
prisoner for my love to grow within you belly like a pregnant
whore?”
“No! Never! I can not tell you, or one day you would hunt me down, capture me
again, force your cock into my mouth and shove your strength far down my
throat and fuck me hard, then harder, until you’ve had your way with me
against my will so you might spill your seed & soul into me.”
“It’s not that hole I plan to use to spill my seed this ‘eve, my
beautiful young Prince of the Gandurians.”
“Beware Captain! The Prince of my people is rumored to have
special powers in that area of his body.”
“And what might those rumors be my slave?”
“I’m sure they’re only rumors my new Master, Captain, but I am
strangely draw toward that human man-shaft secreting sweet glistening fluids
between your massive thighs. My Royal rear port is secreting lubricating
juices in anticipation of being lanced with your large human-sword and
dilating , ready to welcome it to plunge within my bodies depths that you
might take your joy &
pleasure in its’ use this ‘eve my strong and willful, Captain! My new handsome
Master! Master Earl fell out of character.
“Damn Beau! Where did you learn that? I haven’t found anyone
that could keep up with me in fantasies and you just bested me.”
“I used to memorize vast passages of Shakespear while waiting in the jungle.
The military’s first order you learn: Hurry up and wait! I sort’a think in
iambic pentameter as a result! Is that bad, Master?”
“Hell no! But you can bet I’m gonn’a wonder just before I slam my cock in your
ass what magic it has that I don’t know about.” He roared with laughter.
“We’ll pick this up later! Now just hang out there.” He laughed again.
“Beau, I haven’t laughed with anyone like I have with you
tonight in a long time. I closed my self off from the world.
You’ve reopened doors for me, and for that I’m grateful.” He
leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. Turned and
walked away saying over his shoulder,”Be back in a minute.”
When Master Earl returned from the walk in closet under the
stairs I could have dropped my load right then and there. He
had on a complete New York City Fireman’s outfit. Rubber
coat, high rubber boots, and a huge rubber coat buckled in
front. He was also wearing an Antique full leather helmet.
He stood directly under a pin spot so all I could see was the
hint of him within the strong narrow beam rushing to the
floor. I had never really given much thought to Firemen being
sexy but this opened new doors for me.
“Master you’d better move out from under that spot, Sir.”
“And why’s that slave?”
“If you don’t I’m going to come right here.”
“Then I’d better heed my slaves fair warning. It would not
please your Master for you to come before him. That is a never!” “Thank you
Sir” I said as he walked toward me. He reached up
to unclip my right arm from the overhead chain and made sure
the cold rubber jacket rubbed fully against my nude body. He
did the same with the other. It was hot! Then he took me in his
arms and I could feel and smell the strength of the rubber coat
around me. Powerful stuff! He pulled away for a moment and
flipped open a couple of latches on the coat to open it. He
opened the jacket and had a full Master’s harness on underneath.
Wow! I ‘d seen guys wear similar things to the bar but nothing
like this one. Then Master pulled me into the inside of the coat
as close to him as I could get and locked it around the both of us!
Have you any idea how warm the inside of those coats can be? As he held me
tight I whispered into his ear barely audible,
“Please, please Master would you allow your worthless slave to
clean those wonderful boots for you.” And he replied in as soft
a voice.
“ I’m glad you asked slave. I like a slave that wants to please
instead of one I have to order to do everything. Jeb should not
have much problem with you I sense a natural calling to be a
slave! Once you’re spirit has been shaped and molded by
Master Jeb’s design you will become a treasure to some lucky
Master. Who knows, it may be me!”
“I could only hope for something as wonderful as that Master!”
“Then continue hoping! Dreams do come true!” He replaced
my collar and hooked my leash onto it and led me to that
Giant chair with the boot irons. He got into the chair and
opened his rubber coat and placed those huge rubber boots on
the boot irons. I looked up at one of the hottest sights I had
seen in my life and thought to myself, it this really happening?
His cod piece on the harness was stuffed with his big dick and
stood out perfectly from the rest of the harness. He made
himself comfortable and I could see the small leather strap at the
base of his cod piece running under his ass and disappearing
into the darkness. He didn’t seem to be hurried and enjoyed
seeing me look at him. I was like a drunk that had just discovered
a free bottle of booze and knew I was going to have a glorious
high. “May I begin, Sir?” “Hope you boot hungry slave! There’s
a lot of good eat’n on them boots!” He said chidingley.
“ Thank you Master!” And with that I went into slave heaven.
A trance like state when you are aware of what your doing, but
the over all sensations of smell, feel, and taste over power the
inputs of you brain. All you can do is float on top of the moment. To those
who might read this who think to themselves
“Oh I could never debase myself like that to another man!” I ask you: Is it
debasing to give of yourself to anyone? Ever read Will’s
Taming of the Shrew? Is Kate’s last speech so far removed from
what I’ve been describing here. “To place her hand beneath her
husbands boot to show her trust of his power to crush it if he should will
it!” It is a joining of two spirits in one action toward a common goal.
Establishing or renewing bonds of affection through rituals. Your only thought
is to become something that might please or bring joy to your Master. It’s
scarey in a way but you must establish trust and faith in him to lead where he
wants to take you. These acts of submission are a necessary part of the ritual
of defining territories, setting boundaries, and laying request at his feet to
be used by him for mutual benefit however he may choose. This was the control
I had been missing in my life and I was wallowing in it like a man it the
desert three days without water finds an oasis! The submission becomes a key
to trust you pass to your Master that gives him control. If you find a Master
who betrays that trust and expects unrealistic things of his slave, get out as
quickly as possible. He is not enlightened! He tries to control through fear
and terror from his own insecurities. Don’t allow yourself to become a victim.
Submitting to a crazy does neither of your good! The horror that might occur
is the incorrect, unhealthy imprinting that can lead to addiction of that
type. Addiction is not affection! Don’t confuse the two!
Perhaps your thinking, “What a slut! Here he swears this undying love for the
Giant and now he’s paving the road for a possible future with someone else.”
Good point! What did I see
as a possible future with the Giant? A dead end! I’ll admit a large
portion of my decision to enter training was to be around him
as much as I possibly could without pressuring him to do something, anything
to try to claim me as his! It was not my intention to trap him! I might be
gambling on a fantasy with Big Jim and Master Earl was a solid possibility.
Here was a MAN with a lot to give needing someone to give to
and as Master Jeb said, I certainly could do worse. He was masculine,
charming, controlling, a sane but delightfully deviate mind, body by God, the
dick of death, and an LAPD Motorcycle Officer! Did I leave anything out? Well,
isn’t that enough? Certainly did it for me! Master Jeb told me, a bird in the
hand..... Then there was that popular record I kept hearing like
the harpies singing in the background of some Greek tragedy,
“If you can’t love the one you want, love the one you’re with!”
I took it to heart!
After I had gone over every inch of those boots with my tongue
and hoped he wouldn’t noticed as I began my second round
he called me to a halt. He grabbed my leash that was hanging
near him and pulled me to his crotch. I could smell the leather and smells of
his body blending with the strong acrid rubber
smells.
“Now this is your dessert slave. You may clean my cod piece!”
Too much! Wow! I felt like I had just won the jackpot!
“Thank you Sir, it will be a treat for your slave. Thank you!”
And clean it I did! I could feel his huge cock folded around
within the cod piece like a snake. A snake that would come
out late at night to crawl into my ass and make me pray to God
that I could have his child! Did that make me want to be a woman? No indeed,
it is a thought shared by all men even the straightest of men at some time in
their lives. We all wonder what it would be like! In my early days in
Hollywood I didn’t
suffer fools well but my heart always opened for those I met
who just didn’t seem to fit in and had hidden fantasies they couldn’t share
with a lot of people. I attracted ‘em like bears to honey. I must have had a
flashing sign behind my head that flashed ‘Sympathetic Kink’. I met a Kid that
wanted to have action figures shoved up his butt and then pretend to give
birth!! He even went so far as to find heavy clear balloons that could be
stretched over the figure like a placenta! (Not a bad idea in case something
sharp might puncture his colon.) It was a strange trip but I was so fascinated
by his seriousness and need to have someone share this fantasy, I thought,
“What the hell?” Some time, to have someone share a particular fantasy is a
form of validation that we aren’t as crazy as we might have thought! “I’d
always fuck him first to get him pregnant of course! Then we’d insert the
‘baby,’ as it were, and he’d be pregnant! He’d get up and walk around and I’d
grab him and feel his baby in his stomach and tell him how big he was getting
and it wouldn’t be long now! We’d do the whole nine yards and finally it would
be time to deliver. Now mind you, it was up to him to give birth to this
fantasy. Having something that unusual up your ass would not be a trip around
the may pole to shit out! (excuse me, give birth too!) I had no problem being
the expectant cheer leader Father . However, it was a stretch to see your
child look like a dead ringer for G I. Joe!” Ah well, it popped his cork and
I’ll have to admit I was happy I met him. He enriched my life and I his
because he found so few people that would even entertain sharing his fantasy.
It became our secret and bonded us as friends for years. I relate this with,
tongue in cheek humor, but no condemnation! My life would not have those
memories if I had not gone through with it! And what did it cost me to indulge
him? Small price for a really hot fuck! Remember Master Jeb’s wonderful axiom!
It’s too bizarre not to be true. So much for Occam’s razor! Master Jeb pointed
out to me that going through that scene with him was only more proof to Master
Jeb of my necessity to serve or please! I would do things for people others
wouldn’t consider. Master Jeb said it had nothing to do with goodness but a
deeper need to serve. He also pointed out it was time I was taught how to
direct that need in a proper way. His way, of course! But as I was to find out
Master Jeb’s way was THE way! His reputation was not unfounded! He was the
Master’s Master without ever drawing attention to himself. It was the way he
lived his life and the things he tried to teach so many that will be his
legacy. He never had any natural children but he had several hundred slaves
and Master’s that would not hesitate to call him Dad! Some folk’s birth
children others birth ideas and concepts to live by! Master Jeb was the
latter.
Like most desserts, cleaning Master Earls cod piece was sweet, eaten too
quickly, and left me wanting more.
Master Earl got down from the chair and complemented me on
the excellent job I had done on his boots and cod piece. He told me he thought
my tongue was going to push through the
leather of his cod piece to get the prize beneath. He led me by the leash into
the tiled area and told me to hit parade rest for a moment. He found my hood
and mouth plug. He removed his
dog collar and pulled the leather hood over my head and quickly
laced it tight in the back! He replaced my collar and hooked two
spring loaded snap hooks to each D ring on either side. Then we had the ritual
of inserting my mouth plug which he secured tightly behind my head. He had me
lay on this strange narrow table. The top half was covered in padded black
leather the bottom half was hard to describe but the total bed was balanced
like a childrens see/saw or teeter/totter and a big inch and a half pipe.
Master Earl then attached the leather patch over my eyes explaining to me that
sometime it was important not to see some preparations he might be doing. Then
I wouldn’t have any questions and it would be easier to deal with a situation.
There were wrist straps attached to the table . Arms straps! He hooked
the spring clips on my collar to chains that ran to either side of the table.
One large leather strap was placed across my chest which he buckled to the
other side. A strap ran across my thighs, just above my crotch. Then he
attached the strap across my upper leg, another just above my knees, and one
around my ankles. I couldn’t move if I had wanted to.
There were two chains that ran from the board near the arm straps, to an eye
hook on the side of the board near my knees.
He raised my legs and attached the chain to the eye hooks. The
board under my leg was hinged and my knee could bend as my
leg was secured. There was a metal brace he snapped into place
to keep my lower leg straight out. A chain connected the two
knees to keep them from spreading to far apart and was adjustable. When he
finished my legs were in a great position for
him to have access to my ass. He left me there for a while and then returned I
heard the sound of a pair of rubber gloves snapping as he put them on. I could
feel him feeling my ass and
it felt good to be touched there. He was fucking me with his
finger , then two, then three, and began to really get into it
cork screwing his hand in me. The he stopped abruptly. He began inserting
something in my butt and the next thing I felt was something inflating in my
rectum. Man it was getting big.
Like a damn balloon. I didn’t complain though it was uncomfortable. The next
thing I felt was another balloon being
inflated out side my butt but as it inflated it pulled the other one
tight. My ass was locked between two balloons. I had never
seen anything like what he put in my ass but learned later it
was called a double enema tube. Then I heard a click of some
kind and warm sudsy water began to fill my gut! My God!
That’s why he wouldn’t let me clean out he wanted to do it!
He kept filling me and I was becoming really uncomfortable.
I didn’t moan or try to get him to stop. I figured he knew what
he was doing and it wouldn’t hurt me. It might be uncomfortable but never hurt
me! He clicked the thing off and
placed his hand on my belly to feel. He left his gloved hand
there for a minute as he said,
“Your doing fine slave! I like a slave that doesn’t complain. You
know this is for your own benefit? I wasn’t suppose to answer and I didn’t!
“Good slave, but I think you can hold just a little
more. He kept his one hand on my belly as I heard the other
hand click open the valve and the pressure started building again.
He let it run what seemed like and eternity and then clicked it off. “That’s
good for now slave.” as he rubbed both hands over
my belly. Now I’ve got a couple of things to do. He wound up
a clock. I’m setting this for fifteen minutes. When that goes off
I’ll be back and will let that out. Until then relax and enjoy it!
Relax Hell I wanted to scream! Pull the plug NOW! But I didn’t!
He was going to go away and leave me here with all this liquid in
my gut and my hole plugged so tight it couldn’t leak a drop.
Before he left he placed a set of ear phones on my ears and there
was the strangest music. Like bells, chimes, whistles in the distance,
thunder, train whistles and random notes. Weird but
relaxing. Do you have any idea just how long fifteen minutes can
be with two quarts of liquid in your ass?? I tried every way but
Sunday to try to relax and nothing helped. Then I remembered
something my friend on the other side had taught me that there was a place you
could go in your mind that was not asleep but
you would feel no discomfort nor pain. I tried desperately to
find it and panicked. I was failing what was I to do...then I felt
a hand grab my soul and pull it quickly into that place. I was
safe! He had learned where that place was from the shining man that had come
to him one of the many times his Father had
nailed his little boy penis to the porch. He told him that there
would come a savior, his savior, and he would recognize him
when he looked into his eyes. “ Do not hesitate nor fear to go
with him. He will save you from this!” I felt that little boy’s
warmth around me as I held him again in my arms and wept.
Thank you David for sharing your place with me. I don’t
think I could have made it without you. Yes you could! And
you will he thought to me! I know you, you risked your life to save mine. A
life I may never have had were it not for you. I would never have found the
love I cherished were it not for you! Do you think I’d desert you now? We made
love in the midst of chaos and horror. Have you forgotten? No, it was special!
It was sweet but I never found you again!
You didn’t have to, I’m here with you now, I found you and it’s my turn to
help! He filled my soul with his spirit and we made sweet love together again.
This time in the peace of our spirits away from the hasty orisons of war.
The alarm went off jarring me back to the discomfort and pressure. But the
pain was gone, instead I felt at peace.
I heard Master Earl’s footstep as he approached. He had a full
black rubber breathing mask on with a flexible tube that attached
to an overhead pipe that ran to the outside and had a small fan
to force air into the pipe. He ran his hand over my belly and
said I think well add just a little more. I though I was going
to die as I felt more fluid filling me but it was not as bad as
the first time. I was just apprehensive. Master Earl stopped the
flow again and said we’d wait another couple of minutes before
we let it go. I thought I don’t think I can but give him control,
give him control, you did wish to give him control don’t be
foolish enough to take it back now when you’re so close! The
finish line is there, you can make it, grit your teeth, whistle
Dixie, think of A-nauld fucking you, think of apple pie, think
of Master Jeb, Big Jim inside of you, think of the flavors of his
tits, and then Master Earl saw it! “ You ejaculated without my
permission slave. We must talk about this!” He had raised the
table to an almost upright position and released the enema.
I felt like I was giving birth myself and my water had just broken for Christ
sake as foul waters rushed from my body and sanity and relief were comingled
until I could only groan with the plug
in my mouth. The imagined preganancy was aborted. Master Earl had a hose with
warm water rinsing everything down the drain. When he was satisfied that I was
finished he lowered the table and said the rinse won’t be so bad. He took and
large colonic tube with the warm water flowing and inserted it in me. He told
me not to try to hold it just lay back, relax and let him do the work.
He was right, it didn’t feel so bad and the further he worked it
up my ass the better it felt until he announced to me, “Well, that
should do it we’re well past the second sphincter with three feet
of tubing. My God! The man stuck three feet of red rubber tubing up my butt! I
guess I should be cleaned out! He stopped
the water flow and left the tube inside of me. I had passed all
the fluid as he slowly pulled that tube out of me and I could
feel it snaking through my belly on it’s way out.
Master Earl then stuck this cold metal thing in my ass that
looked like a ducks beak and it had adjustments on it that began
to spread my ass muscle open until it was about four inches wide.
The he up righted the table and left that in me to drain any
further fluids from me. It worked! There was no air pressure
with my ass open to hold it in and every thing else came out with
a swoosh! Was that an emptying feeling! I almost could understand what post
partem depression must feel like.
Master Earl had hit a switch for an air exhaust fan and had lit
incense all around the Dungeon. Finally he hosed me off on the
table and washed me all over with a soft sponge and soap. Then
hosed me down again. He laid me back and undid the straps, let
my legs down, and undid the clips holding my head down.
Then he took the plug out and the hood off but left my dog
collar on. My eyes became adjusted to a little more light and
was that he had make the Dungeon come alive with candles.
He moved behind me with the biggest towel I’d ever seen and
began drying me off. He spoke softly to me with no anger in
his voice, “I know you haven’t been through training yet Son,
but you know some of the basics and one very important control
a Master has over his slave is to say if and when he will be allowed to come!
Now with that in mind do you want to tell me
why you came?” “Master Earl, I don’t remember doing it, if I
tell you I was not in my body when it happened would you
believe me?” “This in your favor Son, I would not believe another soul on this
planet that would give me an excuse like that, but you, well you I will
believe!” “I was in a place that
a friend I knew in Nam taught me to go to when I was
in pain or discomfort and he was there and ........” “And you
made love with him.” He spoke softly, “I’m sorry Master but
when I was there I didn’t think about the “here and now” I
could only feel his love and it needed me and I needed him
but in a different way than I need you. His was the love of a sweet dear
friend I knew in Nam. We were only children, I
did a small favor for him, and we clung to each other from fear!
The feelings I have for you are stronger and I hope may grow. I would love you
as a slave should love his Master. Can you forgive me?”
“I would never have understood that sort of thing until earlier tonight but
it’s not hard for me to grip now. I forgive you slave
with a kicker attached!” “Anything Sir!” “I’d better get the
best damn fuck out’a you you’ve ever given any Master!”
“You will have it Master! Your Gandurian Prince is ready to
be smote by your terrible swift sword!” He laughed and said,
“Now cut that out, you got me spooked enough as it is!”
“Now jump in that sling slave and be quick about it. I want to
get in there while its still moist and hot!”
Master Earl attached my wrist cuffs and chained them up over my head. then he
attach the leg cuffs and attached them to a Y in
the chains that held the sling. Then he went to a closet under
the stair and brought a long slender rubber cock attached to
what looked like one of the grease guns I use at work. He squeezed a little
lube out to the head of the rubber dildo and
inserted it way up my ass and pumped the grease gun as he slowly pulled it
out. My Master had prepare me. I was ready to be used! Ready to be mounted and
ridden like a wild-eyed
bushey-tailed bronco with a burr under it’s saddle blanket.
“You haven’t been trained to be taken as a Master must always take a slave,
have you?
“Yes Sir, I have! I would welcome you to take me as my
Master, please Sir! I would appreciate your giving me the honor of taking me
as your slave. That would make your weedend slave most grateful. I don’t want
to use the word ‘need’ in my request because your need in always more
important! Maybe you understand what I’m trying to say Master?”
“I do understand slave and I will take you as my slave. It is the only way a
Master should take his slave. It sets the parameters between the Master and
his slave for the whole fuck. A slave
always gives a better fuck that way. You agreed to my kickker
so it becomes absolutely necessary! With that he was in me to the base of his
cock with nothing left. It was every bit as large as the Giants. I remembered
that feel. God it hurt good! How could that be? Good hurt? You can’t
understand it tell you’ve been there but it’s the closest description I can
come to. It just hurt good! He leaned forward and began to kiss me and began a
couple of small strokes that really did the trick to relax my slave hole. Then
I wanted all of him inside me I could get. He gently made love to me working
my hole, stretching it, relaxing it for his pleasure, moaning a little when he
felt some fine stuff, then he’d retract the movement to get that part again,
and again, and then move on to some deeper strokes. I was drifting into a
space of relaxation I had not experienced before. He wanted me, his weekend
slave, to enjoy this as well as him and I was grateful for that.
“How’s that Big Daddy Cop Dick feel in there Son? Am I
working that little slave butt enough to get it comfortable?
Get it broken in for some good hard riddin’ in that little pussey.
I haven’t done this in three years but it’s coming back to me and I’m glad
it’s you I’m fucking right now slave!”
“I think that’s the nicest thing any one’s ever said to me Master
and yes your doing one hell of a job. But could I have just a
little more of your good stretching Officer Masters...ooopps
I mean.....” “Hey, wait a minute, I like that! Officer Masters!
that’s the way we find intimate names for people they just
come out from nowhere.” “I like it too, it covers two bases at
once, Officer Masters.” “May I call you that when you’re
fucking me, Sir?” “I hope you call me that any time you feel like
it. It makes me feel just a little taller, Officer Masters, yep that’s
all right!” Different Masters have different ideas about fucking!
That doesn’t mean one is better than another. It’s just different!
Master Earl I soon learned was the Cadillac of Master Fucks.
When you were on the receiving end of his cock it was like riding in a
Cadillac. You knew you were going to get where you were going in comfort and
style. He was what I could best describe as a smooth fucker! No sudden leaps
on unaccounted for slams. He was very deft and controlled. He knew where he
was
going and how he was going to get there. He even mapped out
his stops along the way. In short I have never had a man fuck
me with as much control, caring and demand that his slave was working as hard
as he was to get him there, to use his slaves
ass most efficiently to get the most feeling from each stroke. Nothing was
left to chance. He was in complete control and
was convinced of his power to gain control over me to give every thing to
serve his all consuming need. I would have, at that moment, walked through a
bed of fire for him and thanked him afterwards for allowing me to please him!
Oh, he was not against getting way up in there, deep in my ass, and rootin’ it
out like any home boy. But he wanted his slave to work with him to get him
off. He would have none of his slave
laying back playing Mr. Fun-buns! He expected his slave to have his ass right
where it should be when he needed to take a good strong hit on his slave’s
pussy. He expected his slave to suck his
ass hard on his shaft as he slowly pulled it all the way out only to plunge it
in again to the depths of his slaves being.
This was a fine Man that knew how to fuck a slaves ass and he pulled out all
the stops.
He’d stop every now and then to correct me on something
that was small but important to him that he felt I could do a little better
for him and we’d try it again and I’d get it right that time. He smile and
tell me I was a good slave to get it that fast. He demanded I keep my ass
right up to where he could get his best stroke and I could see by his face he
was getting it, “Officer Masters I need to tell you something.” “ That you
come while getting fucked, Son?” “Yes Sir, How’d you know?”
“I called Jeb and asked his permission before I called you last
Monday night! He was thrilled I wanted to have you. I told him
if you accepted I had every intention of getting in your butt and
if that was against one of his rules or whatever that I wouldn’t call you. I’d
just wait until you were put on the market! He assured me it was O.K., we had
his blessing and to fuck the
snot out of you, which, I’m planning to do right now!” “But Officer Masters I
can’t always control it. Least wise not yet.
Maybe training will help. I don’t want to disappoint you again.”
“I understand slave but it doesn’t present that big a problem.
Training will correct that if not we can work on it together but
for right now, tonight, you do your best to not come, and if
I’m convinced you tried real hard I’ll let you come. How’s that?”
“Thank you Officer Masters, you’re a good Master.”
“Well I’ve had enough pleasure fucking for tonight, and we gott’a get to bed,
so your Master, Officer Masters, it going to shoot his come into your hot
little slave’s ass.” Master Earl started in
for his final run to fuck me he started with a good steady rhythm and moved
the pace up a bit when he found another spot he liked fucking , he shifted to
fucking faster and harder, the next time he paused he quickly said to me, “
put that ass up there slave, don’t ever make your Master hunt for it! Put it
up there for him so he knows he’s welcome to take all he wants an come back
for seconds.”
He had me so hot by that time that I began concentrating on each and every
stroke he made and it paid off. Five or six
deep strokes with my ass right there to welcome his
shaft in my ass he broke apart and exploded in my slave pussy.
Damn he was a good fuck and made me work for him too. I
liked that! Part of his getting it was me working hard to make sure my slave-
pussy was at the ready. I just knew I’d get better at it. A Master that
demands that his slave work with him makes the slave feel more involved in
bringing that big piece of meat slamming into him to its’ full potential. By
demanding his slave work with him and teaches his slave how he likes his cock
to be received into its’ slave-pussy can be an important part of individual
slave training. Make damn sure he sublimates his own needs (he should be
trained well enough his only need is to serve you) then patiently teach him
what and how you expect him to contribute to your pleasure, repeat a
particular move you like
over and over again until it becomes reflex muscle action. Almost like a
correographer works with dancers. They repeat it over and over until they get
it right. Laugh if you will but it works the same way. The Master’s out there
that are getting the most bang for their bucks are the ones that have taken
the time to work with their slaves. He’s not going to know what you want
unless you show him. It’s part of discipline, which he craves, is good for
him, and the ultimate payoff is one hell of a fuck. He feels your move coming,
he reacts to receive you just like you’ve trained him every time. No guess
work for him. He’s ultimately trained to give you a great fuck and he feels
proud and rewarded that he could give you the pleasue you will come to demand
from him. That’s all he needs, and maybe a pat on the head now and then but
don’t over do it! Once he’s trained, got it down pat so your satisfied with
his performance, then demand nothing but his best every time you slam your
dick into him! Accept nothing less! If he gets sloppy. Start again from Zero
and make him do it over and over and over for hours at a time. I guaren-damn-
tee ‘ya he will never give you a sloppy fuck again! His only reason fior being
a slave in the first place is to see to your pleasure.
Master Jeb would make damn sure his slave trainees would be
a certified good fuck on graduation from his class. He would make them do it
over and over until it became second nature for their ass’s to respond a
certain way! He knew every Masters particular fucking style and needs and he
taught them most all to me on the end of his big fat dick. He was a Master! He
was a great teacher! He was my love! He was my friend!
I didn’t come I was so busy working with Officer Masters I
forgot. O.K. slave you kept your end of the bargain now I’ll keep mine and I
want to see for myself if you can come while
getting fucked. Now since I don’t know your fucking likes your
gonn’a have to guide me. If you need it harder , faster or deeper,
let me know, with that he started in again but this time he didn’t worry about
me putting my ass up he was taking this away from me and I was getting off on
it building up I pulled him to me and whispered to him please Officer Masters
your slave-boy would very much appreciate you fucking him so hard his eyeballs
rattle. That is, if you find me worthy of a good hard fuck. Please Officer
Master. Please. I begged, he didn’t bother to answer and I think outside of
the animal I got the single hardest fucking of my life! I shot all over his
chest and mine! We lay together, he was laughing and said “Damn slave, that
was hot! I think we could come together without much problem ‘cause I
sometimes like to pop my nut with a good hard ride like that” I’m glad you
like some good old down home hard riddin.” That slave butt and Officer Masters
pet snake are gonn’a be good friends.” I said a prayer!
Part II ~The Desert Foxes
“I gathered stars from off the desert’s floor,
My Master smiles to see me count them all,
Fallen here from Angel’s tears so long ago,
His big hands reach to catch me when I Fall.”
Slave’s Song~ W. D. Dux
Posthumous
Master Earl helped me down form the sling and kissed me
again. I fell to my knees and asked permission to clean him.
He smiled, “I need to take a refresher course in Master 101
from Jeb. I have forgotten a slaves role and need to clean his Master after
sex! Of course Son, you should, as a courtesy to any
Master. These rituals should always be followed for your sake.
It will help your imprinting each time! Clean me good!”
I cleaned all my come off his hairy chest and belly. Then moved
to his still half hard cock and cleaned it. The head of his dick had the
foreskin creeping back over as it was going down
in hardness. It was my first time to put my mouth on his cock and I got my
tongue under the head. He was clean but the wonderful taste I got was his.
Only his. I continued to suck it and and tongue his piss slit sucking bits of
come and precome.
My Master had other ideas as he began to gently allow more to enter my throat.
I got the idea he was trying not to get hard to work it into my throat as deep
as possible. I got about three quarters down, I could tell he was impressed as
he force another
couple inches down. I was still trying to take more when I felt
his big hand behind my head give it a slight tug forward and my
lips were touching his pubic hair.
“Easy slave, that’s enough! Hands to your back and relax! You
Master is gonn’a enjoy this! AAAaggaa.......there’s nothing sweeter than using
you slave for a toilet, boy!” I felt him relieving himself into my gut. I was
his toilet and proud to be that! He stopped and began to pull out. I sucked
and licked it clean. Officer Masters then ordered me to open my mouth
and lay the head gently on my tongue,
“Close your lips around it slave! I’ve heard you like the taste
of Man piss.” I shook my head slightly in agreement. “Well I held back a
little for you to enjoy but I had to see if what Jeb told me was true! Damned
if he wern’t! Here it is Son, enjoy!”
My Master let about a mouthful go and stopped. I swallowed
slowly Master Earls piss was like champagne to me. I opened
my mouth again and he gave me another mouthful. He had
only one more for me and I held it for some time until Master
ordered me to follow him upstairs. On the way Master Earl asked me a question
and I didn’t answer. He turned on the stairs and smiled at me, “You please
swallow, please!” was all he said, I blushed, did as ordered and smiled
sheepishly. He roared with laughter! “Come on Son, let’s go to bed, we’re both
exhausted. We were. I slept the dream of Angels while feeling, full, warm,
well fucked, secure, and comfortable being held in the arms of one.
Saturday Morning
Master Earl was up early and let me sleep for a while. I awoke
to a beautiful view of Silverlake and the surrounding area.
I got up quickly to see if I could help with something. Master
had juice ready for me and ordered me to jump in the shower. He wanted to get
me ready then I could help. I did as he ordered and didn’t hose out because I
wanted to hold his come in me.
I got out and toweled off and reported back to the kitchen.
“Perfect timing Son. To the bedroom!” We went to the bedroom and he had my
plug cleaned and lightly greased, snap his fingers
and pointed to the bed, I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do.
“Oh I’m sorry that’s an order to hit the position! Ass right at the
edge of the bed, grab your legs and pull ‘em down almost to
your chest and slightly out to give your Master instant access to
your pussy..” “That’s one of the few times you’ll hear me snap my fingers at
you because I want you that way yesterday! Understand Son?” “Yes Master!” I
said doing as he ordered!
“Did you hose out slave?”
“No Master I wanted to leave your seed in me.”
“And well you should. Good answer boy!”
“Ass a little higher in the air slave, don’t ever make your Master
have to reach for it!” I raised my ass and he grabbed that big
plug and snapped it in faster than any one had done before.
Damn he’s good! I thought. A Master for sure. No hesitation
plugged my ass! He turned to wipe his hands on a towel. I still
had my ass in the air. He wiped my ass around the plug to get
and excess grease cleaned up. Then he spoke, “Lower you ass
a little slave,” He pressed on the base and it sunk in just a little
further. “On your knees, on the bed slave!” I got on my knees
and he grabbed me around the waist with one big arm, Damn
he smelled good, held me tight and pressed in again on the base.
“Push back please!” he ordered> I pushed back and he pushed
and I felt that big thing click in to place. “It finally seated, didn’t
it Son?” “Oh God! Yes! Sir! that’s the way it should fit! That’s
why everyone talks about seating it and I thought it was just a
game!” “No Son, that’s the way a slave should be plugged if done
properly. I just happen to know how!” Thank you Master! I fell to his feet and
kissed one big boot then the other. “I like that action slave. If at any time
I snap my fingers and point to my boots you’ll know what to do.”
“Yes Sir, but do I just kiss them or start cleaning them Sir!” “Good question
slave. What you did just then will be fine. As a matter of fact I liked it so
much, I’d like to see that again!” And he snapped his finger real loud and
pointed to his boots.
I again fell to his feet and kissed each boot except on the last
one I did get in a couple of good licks with my tongue.
“I saw that slave, but I won’t fault you, in a way it’s a hell of a
compliment!” He said very quietly as he stooped down and pulled my head up to
attached his leash to his dog collar. Then holding my leash pulled me to his
face and kissed me hard. “Good morning Slave! You make me proud today,
understand!” “I will Sir. I’m proud to be your slave Master! He looked me in
the eyes and quickly kissed me again. “Now pull on your chaps and boots and
that’s all.”
I quickly dressed and joined him in the kitchen. “Now you
are to go to my office and call Jeb. I think he knew you’d be
staying all weekend and wanted you to call. His number is
on the pad there. But before you go, slowly turn around once,
for me! Good! Now once the other way! Go on..” He said with
a big shit eating smile on his face. I went to Master Earl’s office and dialed
the number.
“Hello!” It was Big Jim! My heart leaped to my throat,
“Hello my good Master how are you!”
Master Jim laughed hardily and my heart melted and ran down
into my stomach. “Good to hear your voice again my good slave-boy and how goes
it with you?”
“I’m fine Master, thank you!”
“The answer is still yes Son”
“Me too! Master Jim, me too.” Was all I answered.
“I’ll get Jeb for you!”
“Thank you Master Jim.”
“Hello!” It was Master Jeb.
“This is your slave calling, Master!” He was noticeably silent for a moment.
“I needed to hear that this morning Son! Thank you!”
“For speaking the truth Master?”
“Yes, well your no dummy, you know damn well what I mean!”
I laughed to lighten the mood, “I do indeed, I apologize for
playing with you Master Jeb.”
“Nonsense! Keeps me on my toes. Enough of that now, SPILL!!” He said.
“I’m being well cared for Master Jeb.” I heard him giggle.
“Damn it Butch! You’re yanking my chain! The first time
I get my whip on you I’m going to remind you of your disrespect
for your old Master. Now you know what I’m talking about,
cut to the chase, Kid before your old Master has a coronary.”
“Forgive me Master I’m afraid I have too much piss and
vinegar in me this morning.”
“So Earl didn’t believe me Huh? Thought the old man was exergarating! Good for
him!” We both fell out
laughing.
“Does Master Jim know where I’m calling from?”
“No I haven’t discussed it with him but I think he has an idea. I
wouldn’t tell him unless he point blank asked. I’m not going to lie to him. I
think he knows but doesn’t want it confirmed.”
“I wouldn’t want you lie to him either, Master Jeb.”
“O.K. What else!”
“Well, I’m under house arrest. I can’t go home and I can’t come
to your house this weekend. I have his dog collar around my neck, his plug in
my ass, my chaps and boots on, and Oh, yes! I
have a lease hanging from the collar. All of which I’m very
proud of!”
“You damn well should be proud boy! You walk as tall as you can beside that
man! He’s one of the finest men I know and you’re to please him any way you
can. You be on your best slave behavior! If he should want to show you off to
some friends watch him for cues, he’ll let you know what he expects. He keeps
his slaves well disciplined. You could use a little of that. Do you good! He
likes to show his slave off, have themjump through hoops to entertain his
guest. Don’t over do and embarrasse him, just be ready and don’t hesitate to
obey even the smallest order especially in front of his friends. That’s very
important! You’ll do just fine, I’m sure! It’s the Mother Master in me that
makes me say those things!” Master Jeb again laughed!
“I will obey Master Jeb with pride.”
“You’ll probably be there ‘til Sunday evening, if he lets you go
then. Stay with him Son, he needs you right now!”
“I feel that too Master Jeb. Some very strange things have
happened that I need to sort out with you. Things I don’t
understand. It’s nothing about Master Earl it’s .....”
“Ghost hanging around Son.”
“Bingo Sir! Bingo! Don’t want to go further right now but I’ll call first
chance I get! Sunday evening if he sends me home.”
“He won’t! You’re the first he’s had since Wes. If I know Earl,
and I do, he’s drinking you like a tall cool glass of water!”
‘My response again would be Bingo, Sir!”
“Just remember my good slave, ....”He started the sentence and I finished
it.......”I could do worse than Master Earl” Master Jeb
laughed. It’s not nice to mauk your owner boy! He said laughing.
“Indeed, Master Jeb, it is disrespectful. I trust you will correct
that in me.” “Not your sense of whimsey Son. That’s a delight!
You will learn what I want you to know and other things will
be discussed but you will ultimately do it MY way. You’ll
began to see it is the only way!”
“Yes Master, I’m looking forward to it. Now if he invites you
back for next weekend you tell him he’ll have to check with me.
I think I want you here next weekend. He needs to skip a week
end! Trust me with this one Son! I know you would want to
return next weekend.” I was quiet for a moment.
“I will obey, Master Jeb.” I said quietly. I heard Jeb suck his
breath in afraid he had hurt me.
“Your really taken with him, aren’t you Son?”
“Does the term ‘ton of bricks’ mean anything to you Master?”
It was my time to sigh deeply and then I continued,
“Forgive me Master, your right, and I trust your judgement. I
will obey in good spirits!”
“Now that’s the slave I’ve come to know that will become a
joy to some good Master. Maybe even Officer Earl? Let’s hope!
Would you be comfortable being his property?” he asked.
“In a heartbeat Master Jeb, in a heartbeat!”
“Well look at it this way Son. You’re here next weekend, he may
use you the following and perhaps the last weekend before you
enter training. That’s fair isn’t it?” Then during your training every Master
that is serious about bidding on you will be allowed
one weekend with you. Maybe two depending on when you feel your ready. See? I
haven’t forgot our agreement! Earl D. may have a weekend with you as well
because I know he’s interested.”
“I agree Master. I would enjoy spending next weekend in your
arms anyway!” Jeb was quiet again then he laughed
“You know, anyone else said that to me I would know I was
having smoke blown up my ass but you....well, I know you mean
what you say and that’s part of your gift Beau. Don’t ever lose
that Son! Speak from your heart and you’ll be right every time.”
“Master your words have been proven to me several times this
weekend and I have followed that advice. Worked every time!”
“Well you better get back to your Master Son, thanks for
calling.”
“My pleasure Master, and Master Jeb.....?”
“Yes Son’!”
“I love you!”
“Thank you Son and I’ll see you next weekend”
“Good bye Master Jeb!”
“Good bye my good slave-boy!”
Master Jeb needs me next weekend! I’ll try to spend more time with him and
hope Big Jim doesn’t monopolize me. I say that now but when I walk through
that door and see him, Woah! What did he mean by “The answer is still yes.”?
At least Master Earl is up front and let’s his wishes be known and he says
enough to let you know where you stand with him. I’ve always had trouble with
games and cryptic things people say. They say one Goddamn thing meaning
another! Why? Why don’t they just say what they fucking feel? From the heart,
not the head! Did Big Jim say that to test the water? To find out if he can
still push my button!
Well, he did! It worked! But my answer was just as cryptic. It meant nothing!
Me too! Me too, what? Still believe in love at first sight? Yep! Still do!
Didn’t give him a hell of a lot. Maybe that’s his way of asking for more? Then
let him be the Man/Master and ask for what he wants! Maybe I’m expecting too
much of him? Don’t go there Beau! You’ve gone down that road before and it
leads to the pits! Follow your heart Kid! It’s been working so far. Maybe
Kenny Rogers was right, sometime you gott’a hold ‘em, sometime you gott’a fold
‘em but I would add for Gods sake don’t let ‘em see your hand until they call.
I walked back in the kitchen and appologized for being so long.
Master Earl was busy and showed me a couple of things to do.
“How is the Master?” He emphasized ‘the’ as a sign of respect.
“He seemed fine and in good spririts Sir.”
“Good. I have to get dressed and I’ll be back in a minute. If
the bell should ring you let them in and introduce yourself as
Beau., Master Earls weekend slave and get them a drink if you
think you can or suggest they make it themselves if you don’t
know how. Are you comfortable with that Son?”
“To tell them I’m your weekend slave? Yes, Sir. I just wish I didn’t have to
use the word ‘weekend’.”
“Good point! Then don’t ! If it needs to be explained we can
later!” I fell to his feet and kissed each boot. “Thank you Sir”
“That was important to you wasn’t it slave?”
“Very much Sir, I guess I’d just like to have the fantasy for a while whether
it comes true or not. I am proud to call myself your slave and I’ll walk a
little taller Sir!!”
“Good slave! Damn Good!” he left to change his clothes. I did
the little jobs in the kitchen he instructed and got a glass of
water and the door bell rang. Show time! I didn’t know whether
to see if he was coming but I wasn’t going to hesitate following
his order. I started for the door. I opened the door and stood
for a moment while the two fine looking older gentlemen put
their teeth back in their mouths. I guess I was NOT expected to
open the door. Please come in Sirs. My name is Beau and I
am Master Earl D.’s new slave. The first one looked at me and
opened his arms and enveloped me in a big bear hug and said,
“Welcome to the family boy!” and he had tears in his eyes. “I’m
Oscar” and the bigger one said, “Well, Goddamn it if HE gets
a hug so do I,” and he picked me up in his huge arms and swung
me around and set me down, looked me in the eye, then
offered his hand and said, “Beau I’m Billy! Indeed you are welcome to the
family!” Then he looked at my crotch and
moved his hand toward it and looked up, “May I Son?”
“You don’t need to ask Sir.” And I hit parade rest and threw my
hips toward him. He gently felt my penis and then gently examined my low
hanger. He whistled and said, their lovely Son.
“Thank you Sir.” Oscar was watching but said “I want to feel the
other end” I turned my back side to him an grabbed my ankles.
“Goddman Billy would you look at that, he’s already got him
training on a plug! Looks good Son let me take a quick feel.”
He pushed in on the base a little then said, “Billy he’s got it
seated all the way. Well you know Earl. If he’s gonna’ do it
it’s gotta be done right!”
About the time I raised up Master Earl came back into the living
room and God was he stunning. He had on a pair of leather
pants with cod piece, his knee high Wescos and a pure white
Mexican peasant shirt. It was a pull over that had an open V at
the neck and just showed off enough of his chest hair to be
drop dead handsome. At that moment I was the proudest I have
ever been to claim I belonged to someone as stunning looking
as this man even if I was only for the weekend.
“I see you’ve met my new slave-boy Beau!” He walked over an
kissed me on the forehead then put his arm around me.
“Darling,” Oscar said, “Why didn’t you tell us? You damn near
had to call the para-medics. Two old slaves almost had coronaries when this
gorgeous young man-slave open the door for us. I asked Billy if we had the
right address.”
“Yes you big beautiful Master, you know you can tell us anything.” Billy
added.
“Well it’s a long story that you will hear today. But it’s best if
we tell it a bit at a time.”
“Master Earl may I ask Mr.Billy a question?”
Billy didn’t wait for Master Earl to reply , “Of course you can Son!” I still
looked up at Master Earl and he nodded.
“Sir you look so much like a boyhood hero of mine and I carried
a picture of him hidden in my wallet seven years in Vietnam. His
name was Clancy McGee. Do you know him?” Billy shot a look at Master Earl “You
put him up to this didn’t you?”
“You’ll learn the way I did. He’s polite, humble, but when he
comes out with something I’ve learned the hard way not to challange it because
it comes from the heart! If he said he carried
your picture seven years in Vietnam you can take it to the bank!” Tears
started running down Billys face as he said to me, “Son I am Clancey McGee!”
He grabbed me and hugged me again and I told him, “Sir, you don’t know how
many times I’ve had sex with you! I would jack off every night looking at
pictures of you and thinking, God if I could just lay in that mans arms one
night I wouldn’t have to go to heaven! And when I was in Nam I’d get your
picture out and look at it and wonder what you were doing”
“Well Son I don’t know when I’ve ever had a better compliment.”
Master Earl smiled and said, “He seems to have that effect on a lot of people,
me especially!”
“To be honest Sir. I still have that picture in my wallet.”
“Don’t look a me Billy! If he says he has it in his wallet it’s there!” “May I
be excused Master and I’ll get it.” “Sure Son”
I went to the small bedroom and got my wallet from my levis
and walked back into the living room. Master Earl was making
Bloody Marys and asked if I wanted one. I declined.
I have stuff in my wallet I’ve had there for years. I looked in my
secret place under a leather flap that you wouldn’t notice if you
didn’t know it was there. I gently unfolded the precious piece
of paper and saw Clancy smiling at me. Billy had moved behind
me and was looking over my shoulder. “Well, God bless you, you
do still have it. Son, I’m just blown away” “ Me too Sir. But I still would
love to spend one night in your arms. Only with ny good Master’s blessings of
course. God brought us together for some reason.” Billy was just giddy, “Is he
for real Master Earl?”
“The most real person your likely to meet in a while and he’s mine!” Master
Earl smiled real big! “Well we couldn’t be
more thrilled.” “Well don’t get too thrilled yet. There are hurtles
we have to jump and we haven’t jumped across the broom yet!”
But we’re talking about it. Right slave!” “Yes Sir, Master.”
“Have you taken him to Jeb, Master Earl?”
“He knows Jeb already”
“Jeb’s opinion Sir?” Oscar asked.
“Natural” was all my Master said.
“I though so when I walked through the door” said Billy.
“Me too.” added Oscar.
“It’s not bad Son,” Oscar looked at me, “In fact it’s so much easier for us
than it would be for someone else to become a slave.
We love you for wanting to explore that for yourself. You’re
in the right group of people to have family and a rewarding life.”
“Amen to that, said Billy. I was with the same Master for forty
years. And as far as we’re concerned don’t look any further, your
with the right Master now!”
“Thanks guys” Master Earl said to them,”You guys want to
get comfortable, feel free!”
“God!” Billy sounded exhasperated “We thought this was part
of your torture for us keeping us dressed! Come on bro.” Billy
nodded to Oscar. I sat my billfold on the bar and sat on a bar stool. Master
Earl came and put his arm around me and spoke
in a low voice, “I am so proud of you I could rape you pretty ass right here
in front of them. You scored some major points with
Billy with that picture! Way to go Beau.” “You’re my Master if
you wish to rape me I will struggle and put on a show for them.”
“You really would, wouldn’t you?” “I would not hesitate at your order Sir?
What if they have strokes Sir?” Master Earl hooped and we both laughed. “Well
though out slave! I agree!”
“You really made Billy’s day!”
“He’s made mine as well Master!”
The two men walked back in the room with no cloths. They were both buffed
physically and no fat on them anywhere. There
was absolutely nothing between their legs. They were not the
least bit shy about it . The both walked over to Master Earl and
knelt before him. He offer the palm of his hand to each and
they each kissed a hand and then they leaned over and each one
kissed a boot. “Welcome good slaves to our home. We bid you
welcome and invite you to enjoy our home . You are safe within
this Master’s walls. You are offered all rights and privliges afforded to you
with in this family. We hope you enjoy your stay.” And he offered each the
back of his hand. They each
kissed a hand and guided it toward their forehead and left it there for only a
moment. “Arise good slaves and enjoy!” I was stunned Not by their lack of
equipement but by the ceremony. It was unbelievably touching. And I was even
more proud of Master Earl as commanding and genunie as he was . He believed
the words he said and they did too. It was fucking beautiful!
“Well we might as well get this over with!” said Billy
“Beau you’re a perfect gentleman not to stare but we wish
you would and ask us anything you want. We will answer
you as honestly as we can.”
“I’m not shy but I don’t have any right now. I’d love to get to know the both
of you and I’ll find out what I need to know
as we get accuainted.” “ He’s not for real!” Oscar said
laughing. “Shut up Oscar! Of course he is! He’s a brother for Christ sake!
Remember us, when we first met. We couldn’t believe each other was real.”
“Good point! I apologize Beau, I was just kidding. Anyway, you knew that!”
“Yes Oscar, no
apology necessary.” “Hey, Hey,Hey, guys can I get into this
conversation.” “Take a number , Master Earl,” Oscar said.
“It’s gonna’ be one of those day huh! I have a nice belt back down stairs with
your name on it Oscar” Master Earl said laughing.
“Oh God!” Oscar put the back of his hand to the side of his mouth as if to
whisper only to me but loud enough everyone could hear, “Please Beau start
crying or tell him I truly hurt your
feelings. Anything! Work with me Kid but get me the feel of that belt!!”
We all roared with laughter and Master Earl hugged Oscar and
said, “Don’t ever change.” “ Not much chance of that, this old
tired slave with no Master!” Oscar said poignantly.
“I think,” said Billy “It’s going to be a fucking fantastic day!
We have much to be thankful for and celebrate. And you!”
Billy said holding his arms out at Master Earl “Look at you!
You have the glow of a prepubescent boy that just got his first blowjob.” We
all laughed again!
“Beau will you give me a hand, you guys can grab something
too. You know I run and equal opportunity kitchen. We’ll
get this food to the deck and have brunch. We can talk while we eat!”
Everybody grabbed something and we all walked
out into the beautiful California sunshine. Master Earl’s decks
were so private no one could see you if you walked around
nude like me , Billy and Oscar. I had not noticed in the dark
but on the third level was a pool. Then the Dungeon must
have been an old Pool changing room or cabana as their called.
It was a beautiful lay out and you could see forever. We had brunch. Oscar and
Billy relaxed after a couple of Bloody Marys
and were just giddy. They both couldn’t ask me enough questions. I answered
all their questions but when they began to ask about Nam, Master Earl came to
my rescue. “Guys, Beau
didn’t have it too well over there and he can’t talk about it. He dosen’t
wan’t to put you off he just can’t. Maybe someday he will. But I’m not going
to push him.” They apologized and I assured them not to worry I just haven’t
been able to talk about
it and I don’t know if I ever will but if I do, it will probably be Master
Earl or Master Jeb. I can talk about bits and pieces but if
I get going I’m a vegatable for days afterward. It’s not pretty.
I’ve told Master Jeb a few things, he’s so easy to talk to. He’s like
talking to the Dad I never had.
“You love Jeb, Son?” Billy asked.
“He’s becoming important to me Sir and yes, I haven’t thought about it, but I
do love him” I said quietly. Billy reached over and grabbed my hand and
squeezed it.
“So do we Son, so do we!” he said in almost reverant tones.
Oscar nodded his head. “He’s been a saint to me”
Master Earl just raised his hand as if to say count me in. I got up to start
carring plates and dishes in the house. Billy helped as
Oscar and Master Earl talked. We finished and Billy accidentally
knocked my wallet on the floor. Stuff from my wallet went
everywhere. Billy was apologizing and picking every thing up.
He came across an old photo of me and my buddy in Nam. Is this you, Beau? He
asked “Yes Sir, me and a close buddy!” May I show this to Oscar and Earl Son?”
“Sure Billy” I finished in
the kitchen and returned to my seat to finish my fruit.
“I don’t want to be overly dramatic but you both have to see
this picture. This is Beau and his buddy in Vietnam!”
They both looked at it and looked at Billy then looked at me.
Master Earl got white as a sheet for some reason. Billy said,
“You alright Earl!” “Yeah, we were gonn’a tell you two about
some weird stuff that happened last night that turned my head
around. Then this!
“Something wrong with my picture Master?”
“He really dosen’t know. That’s how he is! If he truly knew
you’d be able to tell......Let me ask you Son. Who is this
in the picture with you?”
“My buddy that caused my accident last night Master. David
Johnson! We were pretty close, well hell, we were lovers! I lost touch with
him. I re-enlisted and did another four years. David
went home. We wrote for a while. I still have all his letters. I don’t know
were he is now. I was a medic in Nam and had
stayed behind with the squad to save as many wounded as we could and we got
ambused. We all ran off into the jungle and I
got separated from the army guys. I wandered in the swamp and jungle for a
couple of days ‘til I found this dry cave under some brush. That evening I saw
fires and thought it was our guys but
eased up to see. Well it was Charley and right in front of me
was a cage with the cutest small American G.I. I had seen in
Nam. He looked in my eyes and I put my finger to my lips for him to be quiet.
It was a Cong POW holding camp. Makeshift job. They kept the guys in three
foot square bamboo cages. When things got quiet I cut David out and we quietly
made off to a cave I had found near there. I left him there and went back and
got five more out before dawn. David got pretty scared, hell Master we all
were, we were just fucking kids out of high school, and I started comforting
him and one thing led to another and well........Master Earl was crying ‘Billy
and Oscar had tears running down their cheeks.
“Did I say something wrong Master?” No Son not at all!
“He handed me the picture across the table. Was this the
guy you saw in the bedroom last night. NoSir! That little
guy was buffed out to the max. He was hot, Sir!” Billy and
Oscar still had tears running down their cheeks. Master got
up and told me to wait he’d be back in just a minute.
He returnd with two photos. He handed me one of a young
soldier in cam fatigues. It was David!
“That’s David Sir. Where’d you get this?”
Then he handed me another picture and it was the guy in
the bedroom last night.
“This is the guy in the bedroom last night. Master”
‘Look at the two pictures closely Beau.” I studied them for
a moment and David looked a little like the buffed out dude.
‘No! It couldn’t be! God wouldn’t do that to me. Wes WAS David! He had been
within walking distance from me for several years. I broke down and Master
Earl came to me, got on his
knees and hugged me and we all started to cry. I hurt all over. I was in
anguish and I didn’t give a shit who knew. I have never
lost it that bad. I was a mess. We all migrated to sitting in the
middle of the deck with our arms around each other for comfort as if we shared
a common unifying bond and so we did!
“But why David Johnson?” I said quietly directed to no one in particular.
“Remember I briefly told you about Walker Johnson who was Wes’s savior. He
saved Wes from his Father. Wes used the Johnson name until he got out of
Vietnam and then went back to his family name because he still loved his
grandparent on his mothers side. They were who he was going ack to visit as
well as the Johnson family. All through the military he went by the name David
Johonson. Then he met Jeb and Jeb talked him into going back to his original
name to heal old wounds. Jeb was right. It went a long way toward him finding
his place in the world”
“But Master! Billy & Oscar are gonna think I’m a fruit cake. David came to me
and made love to me last night! I wasn’t
making that up.” “God as my witness Son, I believe you!”
He breifly recounted the story to Oscar and Billy about me
being strapped down tight and him leaving me to marinate with
two quarts of water up my ass. “And when I came back he had
come all over the place. Like someone had been there and had
sex with him.” “ I came down a little to hard on him but wondered how the hell
could he have come when his hands were
stapped down tight. I even checked to make sure! Then he
told how it happened. I believed him then and I certainly believe him now!”
“David told me something...”
“What that beau?” Master Earl asked
“Well when we were in Nam he taught me this mental trick where you can move
outside your body and enter this safe room where there is no pain, discomfort,
nor anxiety of any kind. And he always told me, if I needed him, to go to that
room and he would find me. He told me about the fourth or fifth time his Dad
nailed his cock to the porch that this shinning man came to him and showed him
how to get to this room so he would not be in pain. When he demonstrated there
in Nam, I could stick a hat pin through his hand and he wouldn’t feel it. I
never did that! It’s just that if you did he wouldn’t feel a thing.
Anyway, he taught me to go there and once or twice when we
really had some killer weed he would take me there. We would make love, oh
God, the sweetest love, and he would bring
me back and I would insist it was all a pot induced lucid dream.
But I would have come in my pants. David wouldn’t because he
couldn’t. I think his penis was to fucked up from what his old
man had done to him. That didn’t stop him from letting me
have my way with him. I’m sorry Master, but it was sweet.
The sweetest love I’ve ever known!” And I broke down and cried
again. “I’m sorry Master Earl I know this must be painful for you to hear. It
was before you knew him as Wes.”
“Beau, forget me, forget us, forget them, let it out. Say what ever
you heart tells you. Nothing you say could damage the feelings
I have for you at this moment. I’m sure that goes for Billy &
Oscar too!” “Double it Beau” Oscar said quietly.
Oscar got up and said, I need a drink! Billy and Master Earl held their hands
up to Oscar. “O.K. and Beau you’re getting
one too whether you want it are not. You need to calm down
and were here to listen and help. What’dya drink Son!”
“Anything with Vodka.” Master Earl told him. Now how did he
know that. I haven’t had a drink since I’ve been here. Ah, yes, he
asked Master Jeb because he wanted to have available what I drank. Very nice
of him. I like him better every hour too.
“You know,” said Master Earl, “Wes rarely spoke of Vietnam
but I remember every time hid did it was always in context of
his buddy.......Oh my God!.......his buddy Beau that saved his
life! It just came back to me. He said this Beau taught him to read and write
poetry. He said he fell very much in love with him! He was like a big brother
he never had. He said if it hadn’t been for you he never would have made it
through. He said you
re-enlisted and he came home. He tried for years to find you.
He desparately wanted me to meet you.” He paused for a moment. “Then I was
right last night! He’s somehow managed
to get us together and the rest is up to us.”
“Well, I was in such discomfort last night, “I’m sorry Son I’m starting you
off a little rough but please remember I haven’t been a Master for three years
now,” I’m not complaining Master I wanted to please you and I just knew I
wasn’t going to make it unless I could remember what David had taught me. All
of a sudden this hand appears out of no where and grabs my soul or that part
of me that can leave my body and pulled me into the room. It was David! It was
so good to see him. He told me he was dead but he wasn’t going to desert me
because I had saved his life . If I hadn’t he never would have found the one
true love of his life and for that he would alway be greatful. He never told
me about you Master. I guess he thought we’d figure it out.”
“Then that was David that listened to me last night all buffed out. Damn he
looked good but he didn’t tell me he was David. He didn’t tell me his name but
I knew I knew him.” But this time we were all sitting on the deck and I was
leaning up against Master Earl and he had his arms around me his hands resting
in my lap. Oh I forgot something.”What’s that Beau” “Wes said for you to go to
your desk. Open the pencil drawer near the top feel along the left hand side
there is a button. Press it and a secret drawer will open. You will find some
things there for the both of us.”
Excited we all followed Master Earl to his office. With the pencil drawer
pulled out Master Earl felt up underneath, “It’s here I can feel it, here
goes” he pressed the button and a drawer popped open right under the top of
the desk. You wouldn’t know it was there it was so well disguised. In the
drawer was two envelopes with Master Earl’s name hand printed on each as
Officer & Master Earl D. Shaw. He held the envelopes up for me to see, “Does
the title ring a bell Beau?” He asked.
“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed “Officer Masters!”
“We’ll explain later.” Master said to Billy and Oscar.
The two envelopes to Master Earl were marked differently.
One had no instructions which we assumed could be opened
now. The second said to only be opened in the presence of
Master Jeb Henshaw.
There was an envelope addressed to Master Jeb Henshaw.
There was a letter size envelope and a large one that felt like
it contained a small book. My complete name Andrew Beaureguard James Jr. was
handprinted in David’s/Wes’s
handwriting.
I ripped open the envelope and pulled the bookout. It was a hand written
volume of poetry entitled “Slave’s Song” I had
taught David how to write poetry in Nam and he started a
journel there. But this was remarkable. It far surpassed his teacher. The
words were liquid metaphors that jumped off the page at me as I read several
of the cantos. “Guys this
is the stuff of genius!”, I declared. Most of it was extremely personal that
Master Earl related to . But he was moved to tears by a coulple of simple
lines that referred to him as being the keeper of Wes’s soul.
Billy and Oscar were fit to be tied. “Do you realize the ramifications of all
this ?” I looked at him and said, “Why do you think you’re here Billy?!”
“What do you mean Beau?” Billy asked.
“To be an observer! Would you have believed this if you hadn’t been here to
witness it, and I can’t believe you’re here by accident, so logic dictates you
have a greater role to play in all this or Wes you and Oscar were pretty
close.”
“We were close. He shared many things with Oscar and me.”
“To play any kind of role right now, couldn’t make me happier I’ve become so
staid since George died. I don’t know what to do with myself. When you’ve had
a Master tell you everthing to do for forty years, you miss that direction. I
never had to think for myself. All I had to do was take care of George and
pleasure him anyway I could. That’s the only thing in life I every really did
well and it’s only because he had the patients to take a kid off the streets
of Hollywood and train him how to please him. I knew what I was getting into.
He never once lied to me. He was always up front with me. I miss him
terribly!” Billy started to cry and Oscar and I were comforting him.
“Well, I menioned to you a while ago I didn’t think our meeting was a fluke. I
think we have come together for some reason. It’s too perfect you being my
childhood hero and meeting today.
What are the chances or the odds of that happening. They must
be astronomical against such a thing. What are the chances Master Earls
deceased slave was my buddy in Nam.
What are the chances I met Master Jeb . Spooker yet is meeting
Master Earl. He pulled me over for speeding on my bike then
ended up escorting me to Master Jeb place with flashing lights and siren, the
whole nine yards. I used to think we had free will
and I still do except now I am convinced that friends, loved ones, relatives
watch over us and are capable of guiding us in certain directions toward a
certain goal that they feel would be good for us. We still have the choices to
say yea or ney but we may be more highly influence by the spirits of loved
ones than anyone may ever have expected. It all seems just too neat. It’s
bringing all the parts of the puzzle together but it seems to be nailing home
a point that maybe I’m missing or don’t want to see.
“Well hell! Maybe it’s becuause I’m the simplest one here but it seems obvious
to me. He loved the two of you and wanted the two of you to get together. So
far he’s done pretty damn well, I’d say!” “Then what about self will and two
people falling in love without help.” “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
Beau,” Oscar continued, “Wes, if you’re listening I like mine about
6'4", doesn’t have to be good looking or rich, just demanding as hell with a
very large whip, and a 14 inch cock that only wants to fuck a eunuch!!” We all
laughed, Oscar was funny but partially serious.
“I lived as a total slave to a man that made all the decision for me and him
and thank God I had the sense enought to let him. I wouldn’t be anybody today
with out George all these years. He left me well off and able to do anything I
please. Free will? No thanks I rather have my Master back telling me what to
do.
I ‘m sometime misrable without him If it wasn’t for Master Earl, Master Jeb
and several others, Oscar and I would have driven off a cliff somewhere.”
Lamented Billy again.
“Well you guys looked after me when Wes was killed....so it works out. I’ll
never forget what the family did for me. I’d like Beau to experience that too.
I don’t think Jeb had told him too much about the family and it’s best I don’t
‘cause he enters training under Jeb in three weeks.”
“Oh Beau, I wish I were you, and could go through it again. I was one of
Master Jebs first group of slaves he trained and let me
tell you. Don’t resist the man. You will fall deeply in love with
him and you will think your heart is going to brake when you have to say
goodbye. But you will survive. You will never stop loving the man. And as time
goes by you’ll realize you never really said goodbye. He’s a constant
influence in your life. I haven’t ever stopped loving him.” Billy said “Me
neither” said Oscar. “Count me in on that one” said Master Earl.
“Is Beau going to be put on the market or have you issued a claim for him to
be sold directly to you?”Oscar asked.
“I haven’t felt Jeb out yet, well hell, Beau and I only met about a
week ago, feels like I’ve know him half my life though, so we really haven’t
had time to sort out the details. I know better than to interfere with Jeb’s
training. Beau contracted to enter training the same day I gave him a ticket
for speeding on his bike. I would not issue a claim on Beau as it is Jeb’s
intention to put
him on the market, I think! It would not be good ethics for me to do that. To
be honest, I wouldn’t really like to think about claiming Beau until he
finishes training.” Oscar and Billy agreed. “I know too many Master’s that
thought they could train their own slave. To hell with buying one. Wrong move!
They have to be trained by an impartial third party that lays out the non
variable basics for them. Then when a Master buys them he can add his own
discipline and training to further mould the slave to be what he needs. But
they are forever imprinted by Jeb’s training. As you know it is powerful and
remains with you all your life. Just as they are, his slaves, fresh out of
training, can be a joy to any man that buys one even if he doesn’t want to
spend too much time training them himself. You go to any function the group
has and you can immediately tell the self-trained slaves as opposed to a third
party approach like Jebs. He says Beau is the last one. He’s retiring after
Beau. He said he was only taking Beau on because he felt he was special. “Who
will do the training then?” “Well, he’s bringing several trainers along. The
only problem is they’re Masters and he insists that they go through the same
training as the slaves to understand what they must teach and what they must
not teach”. “Sounds reasonable to me but then I’m a slave” said Oscar. “No,
Oscar, you’re right and I’ll tell you why.”“Remember the trip I took to Europe
several years before I met Wes. I was just a hit and miss top not knowing what
I wanted nor why. I didn’t go to Europe. I entered Master Jeb training as a
slave for three months. I asked him to train me as a Master. He refused! Said
the only way I would become a stable Master and learn what I wanted and what I
didnt want was to take his traning as a lslave for three months. Because I had
to see through the eyes of a slave to ever be a competent Master. I’ll tell
you this, If I had not gone through with it I would never have been able to
handle Wes, nor this young man. I never told Wes and this is the first time I
have told anyone because of stupid fears of people not understanding. I know
who I am and I couldn’t have said that fifteen years ago unless I had
submitted to Master Jeb. And yes, when he and I are alone together out of a
deep love and respect for him I call him Master Jeb! I know he loves me! He
has never told me but proven it over and over again to me. And I think he is
proud of me as a Master. He has defered to me on several contentions within
the group because he felt my position was correct. He asks my opinion on many
issues, doen’t always follow my advice, but I’m flattered that he even asks.
That being said I don’t have the least bit of fear of Beau having any negative
thoughts about that admission. He
would still consider being my slave! Right Son?”
“That’s a retorical question isn’t it Master because you all ready
know the answer!” “Yes I do my slave!” and he grabbed me and
hugged me. Billy and Oscar chortled and clucked.
“What about me Beau now that you know the guy you jacked off to all those
years didn’t have a cock and balls when those pictures were taken. Would you
still want to spend a night in my arms?” “More that ever Billy! With my
Masters permission of course, name the night and I still would not have to go
to heaven after that night! Look at you! I don’t know your age but the bod
is still there and well if you think I’m shitin’ you throw you’re
ass in a bed, get Master’s permission, and I’m yours for the
evening. I’d do anything to or for you! And not to leave Oscar out I’d spend
the next one with him, Master willing!” Billy and Oscar couldn’t get their
arms aound me fast enough. “Now it’s my turn to ask you Billy, may I” “Well of
course you can silly!” I looked at Master Earl and he gave me an O.K.
permission nod, a smile, and a wink. “I saw you ask Earl’s permission slave!”
Billy said teasing. I think the handsome slave-boy’s smitten Oacar.”
I just laughed as I began to feel his smooth front. It was so hot! “Well,
Beau, that’s the best compliment I’ve had since your last one!”“Everyone
laughed at me blushing because my dick was sticking straight out and
dripping!” “You can all ways tell if a man is lying to you that way.” said
Oscar.
I felt underneath Billy, my cock getting harder, and scratched
lightly. Billy went nuts but wouldn’t move away. I stopped and
he looked at me and my dick and turned to Earl. Please Master
Earl consider letting your slave keep his, it is so handsome.
“We haven’t even discussed that but I would guess Beau has
a pretty good fix on me. He knows, first of all, I will not accept
any more slave clauses with a contract. It will be in our contract that it is
my right to have any body modifications I see fit except limb amputations and
shit like that. Further more I make no promises one way or another. You
wouldn’t buy a pet and sign a clause that says, even though you own him, you
may not have him nutered. That is his owner’s decision, not his! I feel the
same way about Master/slave contracts. If I pay to purchase another man that
has agreed to total slavery then he has given up that right. I have thought
this out and I make no apologies for my convictions. Others may feel
differently that’s fine! If I buy him that decision becomes mine! However, I
would be honest with my new slave. Don’t acknowledge my claim if he has a
probem with that. I may take him the first night and have eveything removed.
But if I do, I do not expect to hear any whimpering or Kings-X from him
because it will not be a game.
If I want it done, it will be done even over his protest. He can hate me or
thank me later. But it will be done! I may choose not
too, but he should not gamble on my goodness. I might wake up
some morning and look at him and think, “He doesn’t need those anymore I think
I’ll have them removed today! And it will be done!” As you know I have a side
that can be very demanding. He will know it is a possibility when and if he
decides to acknowledge my claim. That point has become a stumbling block for a
lot of Master/slave relationships and it will not be with us. I am very fond
of Beau right now but he knows I will not be swayed to reconsider my position!
If I make a claim for him and he decides to acknowledge that claim there will
absolutely be no misunderstanding: By acknowledging my claim he is saying to
me in essence, I give my trust to you along with my body to become your
possession, you own me body and soul. If that is understood then he must also
understand that he will trust me in all things! Otherwise it is meaningless to
me. Or at best we become lovers and Master/slave in name only. I can find that
in any leather bar in L.A. I don’t need to pay money for it! Beau will know if
it comes to be, he will be my property. Just like my truck, bike or any other
possession. I can’t and won’t have it any other way! It’s also not fair to
him. If he is seeking control through consensual slavery don’t play at it, do
it and graciously accept the consequesces. I think I know Beau well enough all
ready to know he won’t have any problem with that!He is coming to realize that
for his emotional security and the acceptance he’s looking for will settle for
nothing less in a Master than total control! He will trust me in all things!
Likewise, I learned from Jeb’s training, I have an unwritten responsibility to
him. I would never take him to the Dungeon when I might be angry with him for
something. I would not consider having him nutered because I wanted to get
back at him or as a weapon of fear. I learned from Jeb a slave most wants to
serve his Master from joy not fear.
I was so stunned by his strength of convictions that all fears about that
issue vanished and I fell to his feet and kissed each boot and said in a loud
strong voice, “If you had that contract in your hand I would gladly sign it
right now Master. With Billy and Oscar as your witness’s if you find me worthy
to claim I will acknowledge your claim proudly and have no problem signing
your contract. My body and my life will be given over to your complete trust.
I will transfer my control to your ownership. I want no one to ever say that
Beau is not truly your property! If losing my genitals is
the proof you need to show the world then have it done with my blessing. I had
not thought of how I would feel if the subject came up but I’m glad it did and
you are beginning to know me pretty well. You are correct Master, with you, I
would not consider entering your service under any other circumstances. Until
this moment I have never considered the passion of these relationships. I now
realize to be content in a relationship with you I must give you total
control, nothing less. Not only for your sake but for mine as well! For me, I
will be serious about becoming your total slave, and your strong position
tells any slave it is not a game with you! If you need proof of my sincerity I
will expect to lose them the first night. I will understand it is to be done
because you want it done. I will not expect nor need further explaination. It
will be enough for your slave to know it pleases you. If you want them, I
understand, you paid for the entire package, they are yours to take! There
will be no whimpering nor begging for you to reconsider. I will go proudly
under the knife and cope with the loss in good spirits. I will not display
anger nor hatred toward you for your decision. Furthermore, if you decide it
is to be done I do not expect you to discuss it with me before hand. It is
your decision and I don’t need to know. Besides, if you scheduled to have it
done with no word to me it says to me you feel comfortable enough with our
agreement and your role of ownership that you might feel free with no guilt to
order me to submit willingly with out further discussion. So you know now and
will not have to explain it to me again I will sign a contract with no
misunderstanding that you very well may want to have them removed.” Then I
kissed each of his boots again to seal my statement. Master Earl pulled me up
to his face and kissed me passionately. “Beau if I wanted them this minute,
you would lay across the table and hand me the knife.” “Yes Master I would!”
Oscar and Billy clapped and yelled, “Well done slave-boy , well done”. “A
natural if we ever saw one”, they agreed Perhaps I was! I meant every thing I
said to Master Earl and I would sign that contract to be his slave tomorrow. I
looked into his eyes and they were watering up.
“Master’s don’t cry Master Earl” I said joking
“The hell they don’t!” Said Oscar, “The real ones do, the wannabes don’t!”
“How long will you be in training Beau.”
“I don’t really know, Master Jeb told me he would not put me up for sale until
I came to him and told him I was ready. So I just don’t know.” “Took me three
months” said Billy, “Took me six months said Oscar but I had some major hang
ups.”
“Beau do you want to take this letter to Master Jeb” Master Earl
asked.
“No Sir. I will if you order me to, but I feel it might be better if you
presented him with it. I may need a little back up here to be
creditable.”
“That’s a good point Son. I think I’ll call and have him over for breakfast
tomorrow morning. You guys are staying over, right?”
“Are you kidding? And miss what’s happening next? Hardly? Yes
we’ll be staying if I have to sleep in the damn car.” Billy said.
“Is Beau alway this full of surprises Master Earl?” Oscar asked.
“So far he’s averaged two every four hours” Everyone laughed.
“And we still haven’t even told you about last night.” Master Earl added.
I opened my envelope and there was a letter to me and a photo. The photo was a
duplicate of the one I had and I passed it around. I read the letter out loud,
Dear Beau,
If you are reading this I have probably passed on. Here is a book
of my Poetry. It is my gift to you for having taught me the craft.
I have never shown it to anyone, not even my Master! Do with it as you will.
They are very personal and are about two people: You and my Master.
This letter was in a sceret drawer in his desk that he didn’t know about. I
have left a letter with the information about the hidden drawer with Master
Jeb Hinshaw with instructions not to divulge this information until you have a
chance to explore your need for control in a Master/slave relationship. Don’t
hate me for suggesting to you that you need to find out about that part of
your personality. Nothing may come of this but I pray you find happiness. Take
a good look at my Master and ask yourself if you could serve and live your
life to please this man. He needs someone exactly like you and you need
someone exactly like him. Show him this letter and both of you sit down and
talk.
He was the love of my life and I wanted to make sure he had
some happiness if I am gone. He was wonderful to me and I
was not really a good slave for him. He is a big handsome man, and as you know
I am a runt. I was an emotional cripple and he
nursed my soul back to health. I would trust him with my life!
However, I still can’t tell him I love him. I can write it in a letter. But I
can’t tell him to his face although he is the greatest love of my life! Didn’t
matter to him, he loved me unconditionally. You would be his prize! I just
know it! You are capable of unconditional love. I know, you loved me and
always unconditionally! Who could help love you?
You will do anything for any one who needs you and all I’ve
ever seen you ask is appreciation and respect. With Master Earl
you would have that and so much more! Your cake and eat it too!
You would find an answer for your almost pathological need
to serve. I loved you and I know he will too. Before you can do that though
you must learn to become a slave. You are a Natural!
You’ll learn more about that later. Ask Master’s friend Billy. Ask Master, he
will put you in touch with Master Jeb, the slave trainer. He is a wonderful
man. I still love him very much. Take his training, acknowledge Master Earl’s
claim on you if he finds you worthy to become his slave, and begin a new life.
A new way of living. You won’t be sorry you did! I will never be far from you,
thank you for my life,
I will alway love you,
David (Wes)
I broke down again and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house!
Master Earl opened his letter and passed it to Billy to read
a loud. He said he didn’t think he could show as much strength
as I did reading mine.
My Dearest Master, owner, keeper of my heart, caretaker of
my soul, possessor of all my love (Yes, all of those things!)
If you’re reading this I have probably passed on. I have not
left you by any choice of my own. Please believe that! Neither
would I ever consider breaking my sacred bond to you. You
have been the single most important person in my adult life.
I love you like I have loved no other. Funny, I can write it,
but I wonder if I will ever be able to say it to you. I have come to an
understanding of why and will explain later in this letter. You have
overlooked that inadequacy in me. You knew from the
night you took me to dinner I fell in love with you. You were so good looking
I could hardly say anything all evening. I thought anything I might say is
going to sound stupid. I told you that shit about not being for you so I would
not be
disappointed when you didn’t make a claim for me. Then to my
amazement you made a claim for me. Me, who had nothing to offer a man who had
everything. I thought, well he just wants me
for a domestic slave but I’ll try to please him.
Then when I came to live with you, I fell more in love with you
but it seemed like I couldn’t do enough for you to notice me. I wanted to be
happy being your domestic slave but I was weak. I got so lonely!
That’s why I was crying myself to sleep every night. The greatest
single moment in my life was when you motioned for me
to share your bed that night. It was an act of supreme compassion. It was an
act of love. Your love has been unconditional and for that I love you even
more. There is
none other like you. There IS, however, someone I want you
to try to find for the both of us. You remember me speaking of
my buddy in Vietnam. His name is Andrew Beaureguard James,
Jr.. I don’t think I told you how we met but Beau cut me out
of a cage the Cong had me in and helped me and five or six other
guys excape to a nearby cave. He saved our lives. I was so afraid that night
he held me and comforted me and we ended up making the sweetest love in front
of six other guys. They never
said a word. We didn’t hold back either! Beau fucked the snot
out of me as they watched. It was almost like they were grateful for the
entertainment. They all beat off while we were “plunged into a vortex of
unmentionable passion.” (Read that one time in one of those fifty cent fuck
books)We finally got back to our division but it took us about a month. A lot
happened to demoralize us but Beau was strong for all of us. He would not
listen to complaining nor negative talk. We were going to make it or he was
going to beat the holy shit out of each of us. (He could have too!) We almost
became more afraid of Beau than we were Charlie. He knew what he was doing and
got us all back safely. Every man that was with us fell in love with him and
me. No one questioned our love. All defended and protected us. To them, it
seemed like the only thing that made an iota of sense in that hell hole was
our love. I still love him. It does not deminish the love I have for you. You
know that anyway!
My point in all this is Beau is meant to be your next slave! Don’t morn for me
too long. It hurts me to think you might! You have so much to give and even
more to demand of a really fine slave. I was so blinded by your beauty I was
bananas most of the time. I apologize for not being a better slave. In my
defense, you spoiled me rotten! If I don’t make it to heaven it will be O.K.!
My time
with you was enough to sustain my soul for an eternity.
My greatest wish is for you to find another slave that will bring
you the dedication and admiration you so richly deserve. That’s
why you must find Beau. He has the heart of a slave. I have seen
him do things for the least of men and all he asked is their appreciation and
respect. He has been highly decorated for
bravery but threw the last four Purple Hearts away. He was and
is embarrassed by such. I don’t think he realizes his deep need
to serve others will never bring him happiness until he under-stands where he
belongs. He belongs by your side. A strong
loving heart, a lovable clown, and more tender, understanding,
giving love you will never find. You were the physical and emotional pinacle
of love for me in this life; however, for your
sake, I must tell you Beau was the most tender, gentle, sweetest,
love I have ever known. I know you will feel the same.
If you find him please introduce him to Master Jeb. He will
show him the way. I have left him information about Beau and
just know in my gut my judgment of Beau being a Natural born salve will turn
him into a blood hound. I’ve also explained to him why I want him to look for
Beau. It is for you! He may find him before you do but if you ever loved me,
and I have no doubt, please, Master, make an effort. You wont be sorry you
did!
There are a couple of things I have purposly left undone that will
be taken care of by Master Jeb. The other envelope is for you
but please surrender it to Master Jeb until certain things come to
pass. Please honor my memory and grant me this indulgance, Master! It is for
you and Beau I spin my web.
I know it is possible to grieve for someone a long time. I won’t
be so indelicate to sugguest not to morn for me but there will
come a time when you must set grief aside. I want, with all my heart, for you
and Beau to bond in a Master/slave relationship. To do that you must let me
go! If it comes to pass there will be no containing my spirit. I will dance
all over God’s heaven, that is, if he needs a slightly spoiled slave!
Beau once criticized a poem of mine and said “Brevity, brevity,
brevity! See how much you can say with the least amount of
words.” I have rewritten this letter four times and it can’t be any briefer to
say what I wanted to say. I just hope you can see the
love coming through the words. I can write to you of the great
love I’ve had for you but telling you is ......but you have forgiven me a
thousand times for that when I know there were tender moments you really
needed to hear it. God, as my witness, I felt it and wanted to shout the words
but they would not come. The harder I tried the more difficult it became. So
you needed this letter to confirm what you knew all ready knew.
There was a conflict within me because of the clause I stupidly
insisted be in your contract. To tell you I loved you meant I
was, for that moment, your equal, to impress you of the importance, to me, of
the words. But I really didn’t think it out.
My greatest fear after we bonded was that for even one moment,
the length of time to utter the words, I would not be your slave.
I never wanted to ever consider for even that length of time I
was not your slave. I came to realize and accept I was not your
equal by choice and I was so grateful for having made that choice
I couldn’t betray it for a moment. That’s what you meant to me! I could write
the word I love you a hundred times but it will never express the love that
story tells. In my heart I will alway be your slave and I know you feel the
same. But there is much room in that big strong heart of yours to share your
life with another.
Have Beau read you some of my poems some quite evening.
They are unabashed love poems to the both of you. And you know what,
“I DID trust you Master!” It took great strength and love
to order me to do that. You turned my life around and taught
me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I am grateful and you never gave me
reason to doubt you for even a moment. I am still your humble and loving
slave.
Please Master, forgive me for leaving you!
I will always love you,
Your slave forever,
Wes
Everyone was dead quite for several minutes and then we all broke down again
almost at the same time. We had been through
an emotional ringer. We needed to get away from the heaviness.
“Master could I have your permission to get drunk?”
“Only if we can join you!” Everyone laughed and we went to
the kitchen for another drink. Master Earl excused himself to
call Master Jeb to invite him to breakfast the following morning.
I was left to talk to Billy and Oscar who were a gog with what
had happened and the content of Wes’s letters. How he had planned this and
damn if it may well come true.
Master Earl dialed Jeb’s number,
“Hello” It was Jeb.
“Good evening Jeb this is Earl”
“Well, it’s good to hear your voice. How’s my favorite
graduate?” Jeb laughed at his joke.
“Thank you for that Master Jeb! I’m fine! Haven’t been
finer in a while.”
“You know, of all people, I am thrilled to hear that, but tell
me, my Son, what has brought you such joy?”Jeb chided.
“Well, for one, a beautiful young man who is humble, courteous,
and enough good words to sound like the definition of a Boy Scout that makes
me laugh and has a big heart, the heart of a slave. A Natural slave!”
“I’d say that pretty well sums up my new initiate, Beau!”
“Thank you for allowing him to come here this weekend. It has
meant a great deal to me. I’m grateful.”
“I thought you might find him interesting!”
“Interesting! That Kid has had me on an emotional roller coaster
since he got here and none of it was his fault!”
“Not to be indelicate but I might guess you both were exorcising
some ghosts!”
“Yeah! We were, but the ghost won! And I can’t say I’m sorry. It has been a
great release that you must hear about. That’s why I’m
calling to invite you to brunch tomorrow about 11:00 if your
free.”
“Well I’d really enjoy that. Can I bring anything?”
“Just that georgeous body of yours!”
“By your command! Master Shaw!” Jeb said laughing
“Billy and Oscar are here for the evening and they would
love to see you! So would Beau and I. We have some very
strange, wonderful, miraculous things to tell you!”
“That Beau and Wes were lovers in Vietnam?”
“Damn, you knew all along!”
“Yes Earl, but I was sworn to secrecy until certain things
happened and I knew from your hedging that they had.
It will be wonderful to finally talk to you about it”
“I should have known the Master of us all would know.
And you know, I have no problem with that. Things are
evolving as they should. I don’t want to rush any of it.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow. Thanks for calling.”
“Good night Master!”
“Good night my fellow Master! Sleep well with your
new slave tonight!”
“Thank you Jeb!” Earl said quietly.
Earl put the phone down and stopped for a minute. He thought
how fortunate he was to have a friend like Jeb and once was embarrassed he had
gone through slave training although Jeb had never told a soul. Your greatest
fear was not that someone would
find out you went through it, you were afraid they would find
out you enjoyed it and fell in love with Master Jeb like every
other slave. I’m not afraid any more to admit I still love him!
Master Earl returned to the kitchen where we were well on our
way to happy time. He looked thoughtful yet relieved.
“How is Master Jeb” Billy asked.
“He’s fine and he’ll join us tomorrow for brunch.”
“Something wrong Master?” I asked.
“Well, things keep getting stranger and stranger. I told him that
we had some miraculous things to tell him and he answered, “That Beau and Wes
were lovers in Vietman?” There were noticable gasps from the three of us.
“Then from the letter to you Master Earl, Wes had set
Master Jeb on the trail looking for Beau.” Oscar deducted.
“Then that means Master Jeb and my meeting was not random.
He came to the bar looking for me. Now I remember the door
boy told me an older fine looking gentleman had been asking
about me.”
“Is that upsetting to you Beau?” Billy asked.
“Not in the least as a matter of fact I am deeply moved that some
one, Wes, Master Jeb thought enough of me to drop their nets
to find me. I’m overwhelmed and flattered.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” said Billy
“Beside the result would be the same either way. I feel more
certain every day that I am making the right decision and after
my time with Master Earl it is chiseled in granite.”
“Are you tired my slave-boy?” Master asked putting his arms around me and
kissing me on the forehead.
“I’m emotionally exhausted.” I said laying my head on his big chest.
“Well how would you like to retire with your Master and relax in
his arms?”
“That sounds wonderful Master but we have guest to think of.”
“We’re going to bed too, Beau, so don’t worry about us. Which
bedroom Master?”
“You guy bunking together? There’s enough bedrooms for separate. Two upstairs,
one larger down.”
“We’ll camp in the two uppers if that’s all right?”
“There are clean sheets on the beds and towel in the night stands
Have a good night and we’re glad you are here.”
“Thanks Master Earl, we wouldn’t have missed this for the world and I would
wish you a good night but why carry coals to Newcastle.” Oscar said then
laughed.We all huged each other and
Master Earl took me by my leash and gently led me to his bed.
We got to the bedroom and I was a vegatable. He went to take
my collar off and I asked if he would mind leaving it own.
He kissed me and said he would.
“Now take your boots and chaps off.” I didn’t respond.
He dropped to his knees in front of me and put one of my heavy
boots on his upper leg and started undoing them. I became
aware of what he was doing and got embarrassed.
“No Master, please I can do that!”
“Quiet slave! Sit there and let your Master take your boots off.”
“Yes Master!” And tears started running down my face.
“I’m sorry Master?”
“Listen to me slave! That’s enough! Stop that! You have not failed
me! I am doing something for you because I choose to and will
from time to time. You need my help right now! I may be rusty as a Master but
I know how to be humane.” He had my boots off and stood me up and took off my
chaps. He snapped his
fingers at the bed and I instantly hit the position. He had a towel
in his hand and popped out my plug. Then made sure I was clean.
“Get in bed Son, I’m going to check on our guest and I’ll be right
back.”
“Yes Master.”
He returned after a few minutes and I watched the most beautiful man in the
world slowly undress in front of me. Then he was
naked and I marveled how he looked more beautiful without
clothes. Yes, losing my genitals would be a small price to pay to be owned by
the most handsome man on the west coast. I found
myself thinking about how it might feel. As long as I could please
him what the hell did I care.
He crawled in bed next to me and invite me into his arms. He didn’t have to
ask twice. “If every day is like this one slave, there’
will never be a dull moment!”
“I hope not Master” And reached up to kiss him under his chin.
“Beau, I am really taken with you! Oh fuck that, I’m falling in love with you!
I never could beat around the bush!”
“You amaze me Master!”
“How’s that Son?”
“Your not afraid to lay it on the line and neither am I. I know where I stand
with you and don’t have to second guess. So you
don’t have to second guess me I am very much in love with you.
What I said earlier in front of Oscar and Billy I meant. If you
make claim for me I will acknowledge it with absolutely no
reservations nor hesitation understanding and accepting your contract as it is
presented to me to sign. I only hope it works out.”
“I have faith it will. You know what you need slave?” “Master said kissing me
behind the ear.
“Yes sir I do. I know what would really relax me right now.”
“Well I’d be happy to relax you Son. I could use a little bit
of relaxing too. How about a long slow gentle deep fucking?”
“I’d really appreciate that Master. It always makes me feel better
to have you inside of me. Let me get around here to get some
spit on you.” I started lathering him up and smelled the leather he had been
wearing and his clean male persperation. I got carried away and cleaned his
hariy balls. They tasted so good
I almost couldn’t stop but I knew he needed my butt. I spit some
more on it and returned to my position in front of him. He
didn’t asked if I was ready: he took control and took my ass in
one strong swift stroke. The only way a Master should take his
slave. Damn this was the icing on the cake. He was true to his
word and gave me the sweetest long, slow deep fucking I had
ever had . We heard whispering and Master turned away from
me and spoke,
“Are you boys lost, have a bad dream or just want to watch.”“
“Oh Hell, Billy be honest with him!”’
“We just wanted to watch for a minute.” Billy said.
“We come on in and make yourselves comfortable and enjoy watching me fuck my
slave.”
“You’re a good Master, Master Earl” Said Oscar.
“I can see Beau doesn’t mind either” Billy giggled
“Damn!” I said, “My cock gives me away every time”
“Feeling all right Son?” “You don’t know how good it feels”
“Could you give me a couple more of those good, long, slow, deep ones Master,
they really relax your slave.”
“Glad to slave. This fuck is for you slave.”
Billy and Oscar sat on the floor to get the best view of Master Earls big cock
working slowly in my ass. I would some time push
back with my hips and slide down the shaft on my own to meet
his gentle thrust.
“Well Master Earl I don’t think your going to have to do a hell
of a lot of training on this one. Looks like he’s pretty good at
using that little pussy.” Billy really said Oscar just watch and
enjoy. “You guys are welcome” I said “I’m so proud to have this
Master inside me he could erect bleachers and sell tickets and I
would be happy. He feels so good I don’t mind anyone watch’n
his slave play catcher for him.” Master nuzzled me behind the neck. I forgot
about Billy and Oscar and allowed myself to drift
on a gentle sea being lightly move with the undulating motion
of the waves. The next thing I knew I woke up and Oscar and
Billy had gone. Master Earl was breathing softly behind me with
his dick solidly lodged in my ass. I didn’t want to wake him so
I wiggled my butt down further on him. He woke for a moment
took one long slow deep stroke in my ass and nibbled on my ear.
He locked his arms around me and sunk it just a little deeper.
I looked up and whispered,
”I love you Master” He hooked his square jaw on my shoulder and kissed me on
the cheek. He pulled almost all the way out and slowly sunk his big tool all
the way to the base,
“What did that say to you slave?”
“That my Master loves his slave.”
“Exactly!”
“I have fallen in love with my new slave.”
“Now go to sleep slave”
“Master?”
“Yes slave?”
“Could I have just one more?”
“Sure Son.”
“Ooooaaahhh, Thank you Sir.”
“Good night Son.”
“Good night Master.”
End Part VI
Waddie Greywolf
waddie8@earthlink.net
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Am Abgrund - Teil 8 - German | GAY, WARNING, KG | Unfreiwillig muss sich Cornelius also den ersten sexuellen Kontakten mit einem Vampir stellen. Aber ob es dabei bleibt?... | Die Aufforderung kam natürlich ganz und gar nicht überraschend, hatte
Cornelius sie doch schon längst erwartet. Aber er hatte gehofft, dass es noch
ein wenig länger dauern würde, bis es tatsächlich zu so etwas kommen würde.
Eigentlich hatte er sogar gehofft, dass es nie dazu kommen würde. Dass...
"Dass irgendein Wunder dazwischen kommt?", unterbrach Jonathan kichernd seine
Gedanken. "Du bist niedlich. Du hoffst noch eine ganze Menge. Du solltest
wirklich mal mit Samantha sprechen. Sie kann dir noch einiges beibringen,
Kleiner. Und jetzt fang an."
"Aber ich..."
"Nicht denken. Machen. Wenn du willst, kann ich auch gerne wieder die
Kontrolle über dein Körper übernehmen. Wie ein Puppenspieler seine Puppen
lenkt. Aber ich glaube nicht, dass du das wirklich möchtest. Mach einfach."
Stöhnend kniete sich Cornelius vor ihm hin, achtete darauf, dass er nicht
wieder gegen die Schraube kam. Dann griff er langsam, ganz zur Freude des
Vampirs, an dessen Hose, öffnete zuerst den Gürtel und anschließend die Hose
selbst. Der Vampir hob lediglich die Beine etwas an und machte es Cornelius so
einfacher, das Kleidungsstück auszuziehen. Unsicher begann er dann seinen
Meister weiter auszukleiden. Weniger, weil es ihm Spaß machte, als mehr, um
ein wenig Zeit zu gewinnen. Auch wenn Jonathan seine Gedanken vermutlich
problemlos lesen konnte, so schien ihm das gar nichts auszumachen. Er wartete
ruhig, bis er nur noch in Unterwäsche auf dem Bett saß. Cornelius biss sich
auf die Lippen und zog ihm schließlich auch diese noch aus. Er hatte noch nie
einen anderen Mann nackt so nahe vor sich gesehen. Natürlich war auch er schon
in Schwimmbädern und so gewesen, wo er beim Duschen andere Männer gesehen
hatte, aber er hatte sich nie mit dem Blick darauf konzentriert. Jetzt hatte
er ja keine andere Wahl. Es überraschte ihn schon gar nicht mehr, dass der
Vampir ein eher überdurchschnittlich großes Geschlecht hatte. Eigentlich war
es schon fast als monstermäßig groß zu beschreiben.
"Das ist der Vorteil, wenn man Vampir ist", erklärte Jonathan grinsend. "Man
wird stärker, schneller. Man altert nicht. Und...na ja. Eine weitere Sache
siehst du ja gerade. Na los. Nimm ihn in den Mund. Nur zu."
Mit zittrigen Händen griff Cornelius nach seiner Männlichkeit. Mit beiden
Händen umfasste er den Penis. Es war das erste Mal, dass er etwas derartiges
machte. Er schluckte schwer, ehe er mit dem Gesicht näher herankam. Jonathan
legte ihm eine Hand in den Nacken, drückte ihn jedoch wenigstens nicht
herunter, sodass er sich selbst die Zeit nehmen konnte, dem Geschlecht immer
näher zu kommen. Einen Zentimeter vorher verharrte er. Es kostete ihn einiges
an Überwindung, seine Zunge rauszustrecken und schließlich das fremde Stück zu
berühren.
"Weiter", verlangte Jonathan.
Es ging nicht gerade schnell voran, aber vorsichtig tastete sich Cornelius
weiter an. Er berührte die harte Männlichkeit des Vampirs mehr und mehr mit
der Zunge, begann ungeschickt ein wenig daran zu lecken. So wie es Samantha
gestern vorgemacht hatte, stellte sich Cornelius einfach ein Eis vor. Er
schloss die Augen und begann zu lecken. Das ging besser, fiel ihm
erstaunlicherweise doch recht einfach. So gut es ging versuchte er sich
vorzustellen, dass er ein Eis am Stiel vor sich hatte, dass er bloß abzulecken
brauchte. Ohne dass er wirklich etwas dagegen tun konnte, vertiefte er sich
mehr in dieser Phantasie, lutschte das Eis, bis der Vampir sogar leise
keuchte. Mit der Zeit nahm er es sogar in den Mund, nahm es tief in sich auf.
Für ein Eis war es zwar ziemlich breit und geschmacklos, aber er stoppte
nicht. Er lutschte weiter daran, bis es geschah. Gerade als er das Ding tief
im Mund hatte, spritzte der Vampir stöhnend ab. Cornelius verzog das Gesicht,
als er das ganze Zeug direkt in den Rachen gespritzt bekam. Bisher wusste er
nicht annähernd wie Sperma schmeckte. Jetzt wusste er es aus eigener Hand. Es
hatte einen leicht salzigen Geschmack, war jedoch nicht ganz so eklig, wie er
es gedacht hätte. Trotzdem löste er sich von dem Vampir, hustete, als ihm die
nächste Ladung schon ins Gesicht spritzte. Keuchend und hustend blieb er vor
dem Vampir knien. Der keuchte noch leicht, begann dann aber zu kichern.
"Das ist ein Anblick", meinte er nach kurzer Zeit. "Wie niedlich. Völlig
vollgespritzt. Du hättest schlucken sollen."
"Ich habe keine Luft mehr bekommen", ächzte Corelius. "Ich habe mich
verschluckt."
"Das lernst du schon noch, keine Sorge. Falls nötig wird Sam dich
unterrichten. Sie ist gut darin."
Seufzend wischte sich der Sklave über das Gesicht und verzog selbiges sofort.
Das war ja nicht gerade gut gegangen.
"Wenn du möchtest, darfst du dich waschen. Oder auch duschen."
"Ist die Wasserrechnung egal?", erwiderte Cornelius schnippisch.
"Du solltest doch kapiert haben, dass Geld keine so große Rolle bei mir
spielt. Darum solltest du dir keine Gedanken machen. Und wenn du dafür sauber
bist, bezahle ich das übrigens gerne. Also bitte. Du hast es dir verdient."
Fast schon eilig krabbelte Cornelius das Bett herunter, schob den Vorhang
beiseite und ging zur Tür.
"Übrigens", hielt Jonathan ihn noch an. "Das war wirklich gut. Ich bin sehr
zufrieden mit dir."
Ohne Erwiderung verschwand der Junge aus dem Zimmer, ging direkt ins Bad. Dort
stieg er, nachdem er sich ausgezogen hatte, sofort in die Badewanne und
duschte erst einmal ausgiebig. Besonders das Gesicht reinigte er noch einmal
gründlich, ehe er aus der Wanne stieg, sich abtrocknete und wieder die wenigen
Sachen anzog. Zurück im Schlafzimmer wurde er von Jonathan abgefangen.
"Schön zu sehen, dass du dich wieder sauber gemacht hast", kicherte Jonathan
und roch sogar probeweise an ihm. "Beug' dich nach vorne."
"Bitte nicht...", wisperte Cornelius.
"Keine Panik. Das hebe ich mir für später auf. Ich will was anderes. Also
los...beug' dich nach vorne, oder es gibt saures."
Also tat Cornelius auch das wie befohlen. Dann konnte er spüren, wie der
Vampir an der Schraube drehte, sie locker drehte. Schließlich zog er das Gerät
sanft aus seinem Hintern heraus und legte es unsanft auf den Boden. Probeweise
betastete er mit dem Finger sein Poloch, was den Jungen sofort aufjapsen ließ.
"Sieht schon mal besser aus. Was glaubst du? Die Analbirne noch etwas länger?"
Innerlich seufzte Cornelius. Er sah, wie der Vampir wieder nach dem Gerät
griff.
"Was wäre", begann der Sklave vorsichtig, "wenn...wenn wir etwas...anderes
nehmen?"
Stille. Nur sein Herz konnte er klopfen hören. Jonathan verharrte in der
Bewegung und kam stattdessen wieder hoch. Das Foltergerät lag noch immer auf
dem Boden.
"Was denn zum Beispiel?"
"Was wäre...mit dem Gerät von Gestern. Dem...Buttplug. Er ist...angenehmer."
Das zauberte ein breites Grinsen auf das Gesicht des Vampirs. Er schien
darüber ein wenig mehr als glücklich zu sein. Er gab ihm ein Zeichen, hier zu
warten und huschte dann regelrecht nach draußen. Als er Sekunden später wieder
kam, hielt er den schwarzen Buttplug in der Hand. Der Schlauch mit dem
Pumpball hing wie üblich daran. Zögerlich nickte Cornelius und musste sich auf
ein Handzeichen erneut nach vorne beugen. Er bekam den Plug hinten
hineingedrückt und fast sofort wieder aufgeblasen. Keuchend spürte er, wie das
Spielzeug ihn auszufüllen begann. Es dauerte ungefähr eine Minute, dann war
Jonathan zufrieden, schloss das Ventil und zog den Schlauch ab. Den legte er
neben die Analbirne und holte vom Bett den Keuschheitsgürtel. Stöhnend
betrachtete Cornelius ihn.
"Zieh ihn dir an. Los doch."
Unbeholfen nahm der Sklave ihn in die Hand, drehte ihn ein wenig und schaute
dann etwas ratlos drein.
"Mach es im Liegen", schlug Jonathan vor.
Gesagt getan. Cornelius legte sich auf den Boden und legte sich den
Keuschheitsgürtel um, wobei er darauf achten musste, dass der Lendenschurz
nicht im Weg war. Nachdem er das einigermaßen geschafft hatte und auch seinen
eigenen Penis in das dafür vorgesehene Rohr gelegt hatte, schloss er das
Metallhöschen mit klopfendem Herzen. Von Jonathan bekam er den Schlüssel
gereicht, den er langsam in das Schloss steckte. Vorsichtig drehte er diesen
um, hörte die Schlösser an den Seiten deutlich einrasten. Dann zog er den
Schlüssel raus und reichte ihn an seinen Meister.
"Steh auf", befahl dieser.
Das tat er und musste feststellen, dass er einmal mehr relativ viel Gewicht
zwischen den Beinen hatte. Es war nicht so unangenehm wie die Hoden zu Anfang,
da das Höschen nicht frei beweglich war, aber es fühlte sich schon seltsam an.
Zumal er jetzt nicht einmal mehr an die Überreste seiner Männlichkeit
herankommen würde. Und überdies war er von hinten auch noch vollgestopft.
"Wie fühlt es sich an? Geht es oder ist es zu unangenehm?"
"Gewöhnungsbedürftig", antwortete Cornelius neutral und machte einige
Schritte. "Es wird...gehen."
"Ah, du lernst dazu. Sehr schön. Gewöhn' dich schon mal daran. Du wirst diesen
Keuschheitsgürtel noch öfter tragen müssen."
Langsam nickte der junge Sklave, der sich allmählich mit seinem Schicksal
abfinden musste.
"Was wird...eigentlich später mit mir geschehen?", fragte er leise.
"Später? Was meinst du?"
"Nun...ich bleibe nicht ewig jung. Was wird mit mir passieren, wenn ich älter
werde."
"Interessante Frage. Du bist wahrlich nicht dumm. Ich würde sagen..."
Das war eines der wenigen Male, wo Jonathan wirklich deutlich zögerte.
"Ich würde sagen", fuhr er kurz darauf fort, "du sprichst mit Samantha. Sie
wird dir einiges erklären können. Frag sie nach ihrer Geschichte. Dann wirst
du verstehen, was mit dir geschehen wird."
Erneut nickte Cornelius resigniert. Immerhin würde er damit überhaupt etwas
erfahren.
"Aber jetzt komm mal mit. Ich habe da etwas, was dir gefallen wird."
Der Vampir führte seinen Sklaven die Treppe nach unten in das vermeintliche
Wohnzimmer.
"Wir gehen noch ein Stockwerk tiefer."
"Tiefer?", fragte er erstaunt. "Ich wusste nicht, dass das geht. Sam hat mir
nichts davon gesagt."
"War auch nicht notwendig. Du siehst es ja jetzt."
Tatsächlich war der Eingang auch etwas verborgen. Unterhalb der Treppe schob
der Vampir ein paar Kisten mit alten Zeitschriften beiseite und gab so den
Blick auf eine Falltür frei. Er öffnete sie und machte eine einladende
Bewegung.
"Nach dir."
Unsicher ließ sich Cornelius herunter, tastete vorsichtig mit dem Fuß nach der
Leiter und stieg hinab. Wo er hier landete, ließ ihn erschaudern. Ein
richtiger, kleiner Kerker.
"Beeindruckend, nicht? Ich habe mir Mühe gegeben, ihn authentisch aussehen zu
lassen."
"Was...geschieht hier unten?"
"Ich zeige es dir. Komm mit."
Damit wurde Cornelius ein wenig herumgeführt und konnte nur darüber staunen,
wie groß der Kerker unter dem Haus war. Ob Jonathan das Haus tatsächlich auf
einem alten Kerker erbaut hatte? Möglich wäre es, denn alt genug dafür wäre er
ja.
Der kleine Ausflug endete in einer ebenso kleinen Zelle. Viel Licht und Luft
war hier nicht, im Gegenteil. Es war stickig und das einzige Licht kam von
einer unpassend modernen Leuchtstoffröhre an der Decke. Das, was in diesem
Raum das Besondere war, war jedoch vielmehr das junge Mädchen, das vor ihnen
an der Wand hing. Sie hatte eine Augenbinde um, sowie einen dicken Ballknebel
im Mund. Ihre Arme wurden von einigen Ketten diagonal nach oben gezogen und
ließen kaum Spielraum. Auch ihre Füße, die mit Ketten gesichert waren, boten
kaum Möglichkeit, sich zu bewegen, aber trotzdem zappelte sie wie wild herum.
Jonathan ging ein Stück näher.
"Das hier ist Miriam. Keine Sorge. Sie kann uns nicht hören. Siehst du? Sie
hat ziemlich gute Ohrenstöpsel drin. Und selbst wenn sie uns hören kann, nützt
es ihr nichts. Jedenfalls war sie ziemlich frech. Ich habe sie seit etwa einem
halben Jahr hier, komme aber kaum mit ihr zurecht. Sie ist ungezogen, tritt
und schlägt um sich. Sie hat versucht zu fliehen und, und, und. Jedenfalls
dachte ich mir, bevor ich sie wie einen Longdrink ausschlürfe, gebe ich ihr
noch eine Chance. Ich dachte mir, ein paar Schläge könnten nicht schaden. Auf
das bloße Hinterteil hat nichts gebracht. Also...härtere Mittel."
Der Vampir deutete auf die Ecke des Raumes, wo einige Instrumente lagen.
Hauptsächlich geräte, mit denen man jemanden ziemlich übel schlagen konnte.
"Zeig' mir, was du kannst, Sklave. Los. Genieß es. So eine Chance bekommst du
nie wieder."
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La Crucifems, Part 15 | STRAIGHT | The story continues of a man\'s discovery of the limits of sexual awareness at the hands of his wife and her lesbian lover. | ` La Crucifems, Part 15 `
The October meeting of the Sisterhood came and went, and my wife was still
confident that we would receive the invitation to appear for the festivities
during the final meeting, to be held on New Year's Eve. She reported to me
that the man tortured at the meeting had a cock that was actually larger than
mine, by a total measurement of slightly more than one inch. However, although
he was initially quite willing to be secured to the cross, and even accepted
the first nail quite well, as the second was being driven through one of his
balls, he began to whimper and then to beg to be freed.
Chrissy said that the man's wife was extremely embarrassed by what happened,
and she had to actually threaten her husband with castration before he would
shut up. At the after-session meeting, where the man was expected to willingly
serve the sisters, both as cunnilinguist and toilet, he did the first eagerly,
but failed miserably at the second. My wife said that several members were
openly suggesting that he be secured in an old-fashion closet that was on
display in the Sisterhood's museum in Joanna's home.
That particular model forced the man to assume an uncomfortable crouching
position in a waterproof enclosure. Water would then be added to a level that
forced him to tilt his head as far back as he could, and that would place his
face immediately below the seat. It would then be his choice to either serve
the sisters' needs, or to drown.
As Chrissy related this story, I thought to ask a question that had occurred
to me some time in the past, but had never come up in any of our chats. "Has
any man ever died while being tortured by the Sisterhood?"
Chrissy looked reassuringly at me, saying, "You don't need to worry about any
such thing, my love. Joanna is an expert physician, and she keeps a close
watch on the health of the men brought before the sisters for punishment."
I was comforted by this, since I knew it certainly applied to me. Joanna had
done two complete physical checkups on me during the five months we had been
acquainted, and she was always eager to inspect me both before and following
sessions at her house. Still, something else bothered me.
"Surely it's entirely possible for a man to have a heart attack while being
tortured, whether he enjoys it or not. I know there have been times when my
heart was pounding like a steel mill, and it seems likely that a man with even
a very small weakness would be in jeopardy."
Chrissy then looked seriously at me, saying, "Gloria said that there was one
time in the past when a man did die while receiving punishment. As you
guessed, it was a heart attack. Since Joanna was the 'attending physician' she
attributed the heart failure to natural causes, and no autopsy was ever done.
That's a good thing too, since the nail holes in his cock and balls would have
been hard to explain."
I continued my line of thought, saying, "I was wondering about the man who
made the special gift to the Sisterhood. Did he recover from the ceremony?"
Chrissy replied, "Oh yes. Joanna says that the removal of his genitals was
actually easier on him than some of the tortures you've been through. He had
been given some sort of drug to prevent shock, which is supposedly the worst
thing that can happen as far as causing death. His passing out at the end was
more because of total mental exhaustion than shock. He spent the night in
Joanna's infirmary, and left the next day under his own power. He wrote a
really nice thank-you letter to the Sisterhood a few weeks ago, telling us how
happy he is now to be free of all the sexual compulsions that used to drive
him."
I said, "I was wondering about another thing along that line. You told me once
about the child molester whose wife offered his 'special gifts' to the
sisters, and that following their removal, they were fed to a dog. Was that
what was done with the cock and balls of the man you helped with?"
Chrissy looked directly at me, and I knew she was about to tell me something
that I might find shocking, and she wanted to gauge my reaction. "No. Actually
that part of the ritual is spelled out in detail in the ceremony. After the
man was treated, he witnessed the preparation of his genitals, and then the
sharing of them among the sisters."
I was completely in the dark as to her meaning, and after thinking about it
for a few seconds, admitted my confusion. What she said next did startle me,
but in the context of the situation I certainly didn't find it disgusting or
repulsive. She said, "The Sisterhood honors those men who voluntarily come
before us seeking help in overcoming their carnal natures. To show our respect
for him, his genitals are cooked and divided into eleven equal portions, then
eaten by the sisters."
I was completely overcome for a short time, and must have been sitting there
with my mouth hanging open. Chrissy smiled and said, "Did you need something
to eat or drink, my love?" I realized the meaning of her question and closed
my mouth, asking, "You actually ate his cock and balls?"
"Well, even given the size of his cock, the portions were quite small when
divided by eleven. We each had just a taste of each part. And no, before you
ask, it didn't taste like chicken." She smiled, then we both laughed.
I thought some more, then said, "I think that would truly be an honor for a
man. He has surrendered his most precious parts to you, and then you take them
into your body, where they become a part of your body. It's beautiful, when
you think about it."
As my wife appeared to be in a mellow mood with thoughts of the special
ceremony, I thought that maybe she would answer a question that had been
nagging at me for many months, so I asked, "Can you tell me anything about
what will happen during the New Year's Eve meeting?" I was half-afraid that
she would react with anger, as she had when I had questioned her about the
"special gift" session.
Instead of looking angrily at me, she hugged me close and said in a quiet
voice, "Until you are voted as the sister's choice, I can't reveal any of the
details. Surely you know that by now. I can say that what will be done to you
at that time will give you pain that is agonizing beyond your wildest
fantasies. If you can hold your curiosity in check for another month, then
I'll tell you everything you want to know."
She continued. "As you know, the Sisterhood requires that a man come to the
cross willingly, and suffers his tortures in the same spirit. That requirement
is even more strongly enforced during the year-end session, since it
represents a greater sacrifice by the man."
"Your sacrifice will be even greater than most, since Joanna has selected me
to be her successor as Grand Mistress of this branch of our Society. As my
husband, you must be shown to be worthy to stand beside me as I assume those
duties. Our fate is truly in the hands of the Great Mother, She-Who-Knows." As
she said that name, she drew a large circle on her chest, encompassing both
breasts.
I had never before seen her do that, and asked its meaning.
"It's the symbol of Gaia, she who others call God or Allah, or untold other
names. I probably shouldn't have let you see me make that sign, or told you
its meaning. The Sisterhood is very protective of its secrets, since we have
been persecuted so very much in the dark past. Please don't tell anyone else
what was said here among you and I."
I assured Chrissy that my lips were sealed, and that I would never talk to
anyone about what had passed between us here today. She then said, "When we
lead this branch of the Sisterhood, you and I, you'll know everything about
it, and you'll understand why there is such a need for secrecy. The memories
of the 'witch hunts' in past ages are still very much in the minds of all the
sisters, and until we reach the position of strength that will inevitably
come, then we have to guard each other. Once men are no longer allowed to run
wild, with their emotions and thought processes totally in the control of
those worthless things between their legs, then there will be no more secrets.
Someday that will happen, my love, someday."
I was completely in agreement with my wife in everything she had said. One has
only to look at the state of the world, with fanatics willing to murder their
fellows in the name of their so-called "religions", to know that males are
inherently unable to control themselves. I pray that during my lifetime the
Sisterhood rises to positions of control and influence, and institutes the
changes it has been planning for many long centuries. I sincerely believe that
the world will be a better place then.
After we had been silent for several minutes, each lost in our own private
reflections about what we had shared here today, Chrissy hugged me tighter and
said, "I learned another thing recently that may interest you. What we had
thought of as 'Joanna's house' is actually owned by the Sisterhood, and it is
always occupied by the Grand Mistress. I guess that means that we don't have
to look for another place after all."
That she had begun to assume that she would be installed in that position in
the space of a year and a half was made clear when she continued, "When we
move there, Joanna and Bill will return to the estate that they own in that
same area. It's been pretty-much empty for all the years that she's been the
Grand Mistress, because they didn't want to try to find someone to rent it who
wouldn't be scared off by what's in the basement there." We smiled, then
laughed, as we envisioned some innocent young couple inspecting the house
prior to renting it, and what their reactions would be when they opened the
basement door and turned on the lights.
As soon as we had quieted, Chrissy said those words I love to hear, "I want to
torture you again as soon as possible. When can you be ready?" My cock began
to twitch, and I felt that special thrill I get when my wife suggests that
another session is imminent. It had been less than a week since the session
with Lyle in Gloria's basement, but that had done nothing that required
healing of my cock and balls before they could again enjoy my wife's
attentions, so I said, "How about right now? I'm ready to go to the basement
as soon as you can stand up."
My eagerness pleased her, and she said, "Patience, lover. I want to hear you
screaming just as much as you, but I'm worn out after the meeting last night.
I was thinking more in terms of next Friday night. That way, you'd have about
seven weeks to heal, and also to store your cum for the New Year's Eve party.
The Sisterhood requires that a man not be allowed to orgasm for six weeks, so
that would fit that time frame." I readily agreed that we needed to have
another session before I would be forced to abstain from any torturing for a
period that long, and immediately began to fantasize about all the wonderful
equipment waiting for us in Gloria's basement.
The next five days passed as slowly as always when I'm anticipating another
session. The last one in the basement had been enjoyable for both my wife and
I, but it hadn't done anything to ease the insatiable need to feel pain that
my cock and balls seemed to have.
Friday morning finally came, and then Friday evening. We departed for Gloria's
at the usual and accustomed time, both of us anticipating another night of
entertainment. We parked in front of Gloria's house and then entered. As I
stopped to disrobe, Don offered his services to my wife. As usual, she
declined, saying that her husband had taken care of her needs. She had told me
that it was rare for her to allow any other man to serve his in this manner,
since she knew that I enjoyed so much doing it. She said that she always tried
to "hold it" till she got home, receiving a thrill from the knowledge that I
would be waiting at the door, eager to receive her gifts.
Instead of proceeding immediately to the basement, as usual, Don asked us to
meet Gloria in the living room that was adjacent to the front entry. That had
never happened before, and I wondered if some new and unusual torture were
going to be inflicted upon my body in that location. However, when Chrissy
seemed surprised by the request, I decided that was probably not the case.
When we entered the living room, Gloria came to my wife and they hugged and
kissed as always before. Chrissy asked, "Why are we up here, instead of down
in the basement?" Gloria looked at me, and replied, "I wanted to say something
to Blair that's really important to me to get said, and I knew that if we were
in the basement, he'd be fantasizing about the stuff down there, and wouldn't
hear a word I said."
Chrissy's face still wore the puzzled expression, and I was convinced that she
was as much in the dark as I. Gloria asked that we seat ourselves on the
couch, while she sat in a chair across from us, with Don at her feet. As soon
as we were settled, she began. "Blair, this isn't easy for me to say, so I'm
going to get through it as fast as I can."
"I know that you think that I hate you, based on the things I've said about
you, and done to you, in the past. It'd be understandable for you to believe
that, but it's never been true. I admit that in the past I was jealous, even
extremely jealous of you. Chrissy is very precious to me, and I love her very
much, and have from the start. Yet, I always knew that she loved you more than
she did me, and that drove me crazy."
"I never missed a chance to put you down when I thought Chrissy was listening.
I always tried to convince her that you had nothing but selfish intentions
toward her, and that you couldn't bear the thought of sharing her with anyone
else. I always did things like that, up until a few days ago when Lyle was in
the session with us. I set that up, because I was sure that as soon as you saw
that Chrissy wanted to be fucked by another man, you'd be unable to handle it,
and all your protestations to the contrary, you'd try to prevent it."
"I was wrong. I was so very, very wrong about you. I looked at your face when
you guided his cock into her pussy, and when she was riding it and was
obviously getting hotter by the second with feeling it inside her. I saw
nothing but love there, and it was the sweetest love I had ever seen."
"I know now that Chrissy is the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband
like you. I say again, I was wrong to have ever doubted you. For every time I
spoke against you, for every time I plotted against you, I apologize. I'm
sorry. I'm truly sorry."
We were simply too dumbfounded to speak for several seconds. Then Chrissy
rushed to Gloria and pulled her into her arms. Both women were crying and
kissing and hugging with every fiber of their beings. They said over and over
"I love you", and when I had regained my composure, I went to them and took
both in my widespread arms, saying, "I love both of you, very much."
It took several minutes for this demonstration of our mutual affection to
quiet down, and then there was an awkward pause. Gloria broke the tension by
smiling at me and saying, "Now let's get you down to the basement, and I'll
show you just how much I love you. I've been thinking for a week of some
things I want to do to you. You'll be peeling the paint off the walls with
your screams in about fifteen minutes." We all thought that sounded like a
wonderful idea, and hurried down the stairs to the basement.
We entered the torture chamber that had so many fond memories for Chrissy and
me. Here was the table where I was first introduced to the joys of
crucifixion, there the pulleys and ropes that had been used to suspend me to
expose the maximum of my body to the tender mercies of the cat, there the
closet that had been placed over my head to force me to eat and drink the
gifts of others, there the very small table that had held me securely while
two other men enjoyed my body, and there the place where I had discovered it
was possible for me to watch my wife enjoying the cock of another man, and
then to enjoy the attentions he and I paid to one another. Could this place
hold any more delights for me, delights that would enter my list of wonderful
memories. I hoped that Chrissy and Gloria would soon show me.
The two women began to kiss and undress each other as soon as they entered the
door to the torture chamber. This time their kisses were of passion, rather
than tenderness and friendship as they had been upstairs a few minutes before.
As always, they slowly undressed each other to the accompaniment of caresses
and sighs of delight at what they were feeling. As I watched, I could tell
that a new dimension had entered their always-loving relationship, and knew
they were now deeper in love than ever before.
As they finished removing each other's clothes, the women began hugging
themselves, saying, "My God, it's colder than Hell down here", and, "Winter's
coming. We'd better build a fire, don't you think?" They then took me to a
part of the basement that hadn't before been used for my "entertainment".
In the far corner where they took me, the floor was uncarpeted, as in the
location of the closet. The floor in that place had been left bare in order to
keep the carpet from becoming saturated with piss and shit; here it had been
done so to reduce the hazard of fire.
Standing in the middle of the open area was a small forge, firmly anchored to
the floor. On a nearby wall was an assortment of metal tools, all having long
handles with wooden grips on their ends. There was a table with the usual
ropes and straps that could be used to secure the victim, and mounted to the
ceiling were several pulleys, with ropes threaded through them and running to
wall-mounted winches. As I looked at all the tools and equipment there, my
cock began to twitch, and I was afraid it would betray me by becoming erect
before my wife ordered it to do so.
Gloria and Chrissy made a great show of starting the flow of gas into the
forge, and lighting a fire. After they had adjusted the flame to the proper
level to allow it to heat the charcoal bricks within, they said, "That should
make it more comfortable in here, don't you agree?" I could only nod my head,
wondering if I soon would think the heat had risen beyond my ability to bear
it.
Chrissy then indicated that I should climb onto the table, and after I had
done so, the two women secured my wrists and ankles in the familiar
spreadeagle position. I remembered the illustration in the book that Joanna
had shown us, showing a man's erection being shortened in one-inch pieces,
with the wound being cauterized by a red-hot iron after each stroke of the
sword. Then I remembered Marissa telling Chrissy of her favorite illustration,
showing a man tied spreadeagle to a table, with his cock and balls then nailed
to the tabletop, and the nails heated with red-hot irons. I knew that neither
of these tortures would be inflicted today, since I had to be kept in shape
for the New Year's Eve session, but a guy can hope, can't he?
Instead of then placing some of the tools in the forge to become red hot, as I
anticipated, both of the women climbed onto the large tabletop with me.
My wife looked at me, saying, "Honey, Gloria and I want to show just how much
we love you before we start torturing you. I want you to get a hard-on now."
I immediately felt the familiar stirring in my crotch, and when I glanced at
my penis, saw that it was beginning to fill and rise. As always, it was at
full staff in less than a minute. To my surprise, Gloria bent over my erection
and took it in her mouth. She had never before showed any sort of affection or
desire toward me, and I was momentarily in shock as she sucked and licked my
cock. She then removed her mouth from my organ, straddled me, and lowered her
very wet pussy onto it.
Chrissy chose that moment to mount my face and order me to lick her pussy, so
I could no longer watch her lover riding my manhood, but continued to feel the
pleasure of her ministrations. I had never before felt such contractions and
pullings when being fucked by a woman. Gloria had such a degree of muscle
control in her vagina that she could make me believe that she was pulling my
cock with her hand whenever she lifted her body upwards. She could hold just
the head in her pussy, and then massage it.
I could tell that the lovers were locked in an embrace and kiss as one rode my
tongue and another my cock, but could not watch as I so much wanted to do.
Soon I could feel Gloria lift off my engorged member, and then Chrissy lifted
off my face. The switched positions, and then again resumed their attentions
to one another. Soon I began to hear their moans of pleasure that told me they
were nearing orgasm, and I hoped with all my heart that I would soon hear
Chrissy order me to join them, but that order didn't come. As their cunts
spasmed, my wife's on my cock and her lover's on my tongue, I was left in
limbo.
They relaxed in each other's arms, still atop me, for a few minutes. Both
women then lifted off me, and stood beside me on the table. Chrissy looked at
my aching cock, bobbing back and forth and dripping with its need to
experience an orgasm of its own, then said, "I'm sorry, sweetie. We don't want
you cumming just yet. Gloria and I have a present for you, and you'll need to
be fully erect to enjoy it to the full extent.
Gloria then walked to the rack of tools hanging near the forge and selected
one. She returned to the table while holding it behind her back. When she held
it out for me to see, both women cried in unison, "Surprise!"
I was looking at what appeared to be a heart-shaped object, probably 1 1/2" in
size, that had been attached to the tool. There was an arrow penetrating the
heart, and two letters inside it. Although the letters were printed in mirror-
image, I could see that one was a "C" and the other was a "G". The thing
looked for all the world like a heart that lovers would carve into a tree. I
couldn't decide what the purpose of such a thing could possibly be, until
Gloria placed the end of the tool in the forge. I knew then that I was to be
branded, and would forever carry the symbol of their love. I had no idea where
the brand would be, but was sure that it would be painful.
As the iron heated, the women passed the time by showing me the other tools on
the rack, and describing the parts of the male anatomy that could receive
their kind attentions. They told me how sorry they were that they couldn't
demonstrate each and every one right then, because of the need to keep me
alive for the upcoming party at the end of the year.
Gloria checked the heating iron and declared it ready for use. She said that
Chrissy should do the honors, since she'd been the first to use my little wee-
wee, and therefore had first rights to it. My wife agreed, and then walked to
the forge and pulled out the branding iron. As she returned to the table, she
joked about how they were afraid the brand would be much too large for the
intended location, but guessed they would just have to make do.
Gloria gripped the shaft of my cock, holding it still. Chrissy then stepped up
beside me, and as she held the iron inches from my flesh, I knew where the
brand would be placed, and didn't believe that I would be able to bear it
without losing consciousness. Chrissy said, "Sweetie, I want you to strain
just as hard as you can to try to make the head bigger. It's so tiny that the
heart might not all fit on it. Please try, okay?"
I was terrified by what they intended, and couldn't believe they were going to
put the brand there. Surely that would cause such pain and agony, as well as
injury to my penis, that my appearance at the year-end party wouldn't be
possible, and they were just playing with me. At the same time I felt such
terror, my arousal at the anticipation of such a level of pain was causing my
heart to pound and my breathing to almost stop.
I strained as hard as I could to expand the head of my cock, being encouraged
on by the exhortations of the women. Suddenly, Chrissy pressed the iron
against the top of my cock head, and then immediately withdrew it. The pain
was tremendous, but certainly not as great as what I had felt from the
cigarettes, or even the nails that had been heated with the cigarette lighter.
I knew that if my wife had held the branding iron in place for even a few
seconds, the flesh would have been destroyed. As it was, the brand was clearly
visible, but it hadn't penetrated deeply into the flesh.
Gloria quickly withdrew her hand from my shaft and took a small tube of
ointment off the floor beneath the table. She opened the tube, then began to
spread the stuff across the brand. Chrissy replaced the iron in the forge, and
then turned off the flow of gas so the fire would go out. I felt an immediate
cooling sensation in the head of my cock, and then the entire area became
numb.
Chrissy said reassuringly, "We talked to Joanna about what we wanted to do to
you tonight, and she said that if the iron remained in contact with your flesh
for a second or less, then you'd be okay. The ointment has an anaesthetic in
it, and you're probably noticing some numbness from it already." I said that
was the case, then asked if that was all that would be done to me. I had an
urgent need to cum, after being ridden by these two beautiful women, and then
branded by them to show their love for me.
They both laughed and assured me that I wasn't getting off that easy and they
had another "little something" planned for this evening. I was hoping that
whatever it was, it would give me enough pain that Chrissy would judge me
worthy of an orgasm.
The women untied me from the table and helped me to a sitting position. Gloria
said, "We have a problem with what we can do tonight, as you know. We'd both
love to simply destroy your worthless little things, but Joanna has forbidden
it. She did say that we could do about anything we want to other parts of your
body, but that we have to be careful to keep your cock and balls in shape for
the January party."
"I do have a new toy that you'll probably just love. Why don't we go have a
look at it now?" She then turned and walked away, and Chrissy helped me down
from the table before she followed.
I was taken to the the suspension station again, the place where I had already
been tortured in previous sessions. I was instructed to lie flat on the floor
and raise my feet in the air, and wasn't surprised when each woman took a rope
from the widespread pulleys and tied it around my ankle. They then used the
winches to lift me into the air, and stopped only when my feet reached the
pulleys, which meant that they were six feet apart. Again, the feeling was of
being close to splitting.
Given the height of the ceiling in the basement, my head was farther from the
floor than ever before, and my crotch was almost as high as the heads of my
torturers. Chrissy said that this would give them greater access to their
intended targets, and also make them easier to find, given their small size.
They were quite amused by their little joke, and Gloria was laughing as she
walked to the wall cabinet to get the instrument of torture they had selected
for this next part of the session.
While Gloria was bringing the "toy" from the cabinet, Chrissy was getting a
small table. Both arrived by my side, and Gloria sat the thing on the table
and began making adjustments to it. They were intentionally blocking my view
by placing themselves between me and the table, and my anticipation was
reaching a fever pitch. Finally they pronounced the thing ready for me, and
stepped away so that I could look at it.
I had trouble recognizing whatever it was that was setting on the table,
mainly because I was hanging in an upside-down position, but also because I'd
never seen it before this time. It seemed to be a metal cube about one foot on
each side, and with some sort of gauges set in one of the faces. There was a
length of cable running from the box to a metal cylinder that was about one
inch in diameter and six inches long. Another length of cable ran from the box
to a large alligator clip. A third cable exited the rear of the box, and as I
followed its path I could see that it was plugged into an electrical outlet in
the wall of the basement.
Chrissy said to me, "Honey, you'll just love this toy. We've been
experimenting with it on some of the customers, and they all think it's the
best thing ever. Several of them were even able to walk out of here by
themselves after we used it on them, so you'll probably be okay too." She and
Gloria then laughed at the look of concern that crossed my face.
Gloria picked up the metal cylinder and walked up beside me, saying, "I'm
betting that you'll just love this part. I remember how turned on you were
when Erik and Robbie were screwing you in the ass. Of course, this isn't
nearly as big as they are, but you'll love it anyway."
She then spread her legs and pushed the thing deep inside her pussy, then
withdrew it and walked around to my back. I immediately knew what would be
done with the cylinder, and wasn't surprised when I would feel her trying to
insert it in my ass. Thanks to the lubrication she provided from her cunt, the
device slipped easily into my rectum, and was inserted to the point that my
sphincter closed around the cable, holding the cylinder firmly in place.
Chrissy was holding the alligator clip as she walked toward me. I could see
that the thing had some sort of black plastic coating on all the parts except
just the jaws, which had wicked-looking sharp teeth. She held the clip out
toward my crotch, then asked Gloria, "Most of his stuff is way too small for
this big clip, so maybe I'll just start with his right nut." She then spread
the jaws of the clip and placed it over my ball. Given the large size of the
thing, it easily covered the entire teste, and when she released the spring
clip, the teeth sank into my sac and gripped the nut.
Chrissy and Gloria then returned to the table beside me, and started
discussing "just how much to give him at first". They finally decided to start
small, since my equipment was so little that it'd probably be completely
cooked at a higher setting.
Chrissy flipped a switch on the front panel, and I immediately felt an itching
sensation throughout my entire abdomen, but seeming to be centered in my right
ball. She then adjusted a dial slightly, and the itching turned to tingling.
They both looked at my crotch and started laughing, saying, "Look at that
thing jump. Must be something alive in there."
I couldn't see what they were talking about, since my scrotum was mostly
hidden by my cock. Gloria said she'd show me what was so funny, and then went
to the cabinet, bringing back a small mirror. She held it above my crotch,
then moved it around until I could see the alligator clip that was fastened to
my sac, and the cable that disappeared into my ass.
My balls were indeed alive, and appeared to be writhing inside their membrane,
looking for all the world as if they were trying to escape their prison.
Chrissy said, "Now watch this, lover. Tell me if you can feel it."
She moved the dial to a higher setting, and I immediately felt lightning
shooting through my body, centered in my testicles. The mirror showed me that
my balls were now jumping like Mexican jumping beans trying to free themselves
of their cage. My body began to hump the air as it made mad efforts to expel
the cylinder from my ass, and dislodge the alligator clamp from my sac. The
women laughed at my frantic dance, and said that I seemed to like it even
better than Lyle had.
Chrissy then turned the dial back to its lowest setting, saying, "Now let's
see what happens when we move the clip to something with more nerve endings."
As soon as the electric current decreased, my body ceased its St. Vitus dance,
and the pain I had been feeling was reduced to a dull ache in my crotch.
Chrissy opened the jaws of the alligator clip, then pinched that most
sensitive flesh on the bottom of my cock head, the frenum. She lifted the part
that was gripped in her fingers, then placed the clip around it.
As soon as the clip was securely attached, she began to move the dial to a
higher setting. The itching sensation was quickly replaced by a stinging,
burning ache in the entire length of my cock, but centered in the head. Gloria
put the mirror on the table, saying that I wouldn't need it to see what was
going to happen next.
Chrissy moved the dial higher, and my reward was a return of the sensation of
lightning, only this time it was striking my tortured penis. The thing begin
to jump wildly, almost as if it were the tail of a happy dog, but much faster
that any wagging I'd ever seen. Suddenly I knew that my need to cum was the
most powerful ever, and I began to whimper with the effort it took to control
the urge.
Gloria knelt at my head and lifted it slighty so that I could better see my
"dancing dick", as she called it. I knew that my ability to prevent my orgasm
was almost exhausted, and tried desperately to think of anything else other
than the feeling in my crotch that meant my jism would soon be boiling from
its home in my balls, and exploding from the head of my cock.
Chrissy must have known that I was in extreme distress at that point. Her hand
reached for my penis, moving as if in slow motion, and I saw that she had put
on a rubber glove. My brain was simply too addled by then to understand that
she had done so in order to insulate her hand from the electrical current I
was feeling.
She wrapped the fingers of her gloved hand around the shaft of my wildly
jerking cock, and held it in a straight-down position. At that moment, Gloria
ordered, "Open your cum-eating mouth, faggot! Don't you miss a single drop of
your snack!"
I opened my mouth as wide as possible, hoping that my compliance would cause
Chrissy to say those words I so desperately needed to hear. There is no way to
describe the feeling that swept over me as she said, "Cum now, lover. Make
your last one the best ever."
As if a dam had burst inside me, the semen began to spurt from the hole in the
head of my cock. The first gobbet landed on my chin, and Chrissy adjusted her
"aim". The remaining cum splashed into my waiting mouth, and seemed to have no
end.
I simply have no rational memory of what I did when I was experiencing this
most intense of orgasms. I have viewed the tape of that session, and know that
my throat was producing sounds, but they have no human quality. I can only
describe what I was doing as "howling". I've never heard the sound of wolves
in the wild, but feel sure that they would have responded to the sounds I was
making.
I have no idea how long my spurts continued, or if I did indeed swallow what
had found its way into my mouth. My next clear memory is of lying on my back
on the floor, so I have to assume that the current was switched off, the
cylinder was extracted from my ass, the alligator clip was removed from my
penis, and that I was lowered to the floor and untied.
Chrissy and Gloria were lying on each side of me, hugging and kissing me and
each other. They had been talking to me for some time, I assume, but the first
words I was able to recognize were asking me if I had found the experience at
all enjoyable.
There were no words then, and none now, to describe the intensity of the
orgasm that I had just experienced. Judging by the deep-down aching in my
crotch and abdomen, I knew that my muscles had propelled the semen with more
force and speed than ever before in my life. My penis, when I managed to raise
my head enough to look at it, was the smallest it had been since I was a
child. It looked truly "killed", and from the pain I was feeling everywhere
down there, I was sure it had been.
Yet for all the pain and aching, I knew that never before had I had such an
orgasm. I had been to the pinnacle of sexual experience, and wished that it
were possible to remain there, even though it would surely kill me in short
order. As I kissed and hugged the two women I loved so much, I tried to tell
them what I was feeling, and had felt, but words simply failed me. I knew that
my wife would be able to "read my mind" as always, and know where my brain and
body had recently been. I hoped that Gloria could know that what she had done
to me was beyond good, beyond pleasurable, and beyond ecstasy. It was simply
the best cum I'd ever had.
One more remarkable thing happened that night. After the session had ended and
I had dressed, Chrissy went home with me rather than staying overnight with
her lover as had always before been her custom. We arrived home, prepared for
bed, and then spent the next hour hugging and kissing while recounting the
experiences of the night, and then starting from that fateful night almost a
year ago when she had asked, "Did you know that men are sometimes sexually
crucified?"
It seemed like a lifetime ago that she had said those words to me, and I had
felt such a rush of arousal and pure lust. I remembered my eagerness to be
nailed to the post in Gloria's basement then, and during every session that
came after that. As we reviewed our memories, we realized more and more that
the road we had traveled in the past ten or eleven months was simply the best
part of our lives. The passions aroused by those experiences, the friends and
lovers gained, and indeed the very intense excitement we felt when reviewing
the year made our lives and our love so very much more special.
As we slipped into dreamless sleep, my last thought was of knowing that in
just a few short weeks, the sisters of La Crucifems would vote to choose the
man who was to be crucified at the New Year's Eve meeting. I knew that
whatever my fate was after being tied to the cross, it could add very little
to my joy of living at this time, or to the overwhelming love I felt for this
very special creature who the Creator had given me for my lifelong companion.
To be continued . . .
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Just Do It | TESTICLES | more cleaning out my hard drive... | ` "Snap another band on," I asked, wincing a little from the one already
wrapped around my balls. Josh loaded another band onto the tool and positioned
it around my nuts, already turning purple. "Ow!" I grunted as it snapped on.
Josh's balls were turning blue already, he having had his band on longer than
me. He jerked his cock idly, his nuts bouncing around in their sac as he moved
his hand back and forth. "Awww, yeah," I muttered, jerking my own hard dick a
bit, thinking about being castrated, my big bull nuts chopped off, my cock
too...I looked up at Josh and imagined him the same way, and smiled. God, that
would be hot.
The knife flicked under Josh's sac as he snapped his band off. He winced for a
moment, feeling the sudden pain. I looked up at his face... "What's wrong?" I
asked.
He sighed and sat down next to me, tossing the elastrator on the bed. "Dude,
we've been doing this for like four years now, always fantasizing about it,
you know?" He sighed again and looked down at his crotch, cock now deflating.
"Why don't we just go ahead and do it?"
"Do it? You mean, castrate ourselves? For real?"
"Hell yeah. Get rid of these cocks, too. Let's just do it."
This came as a bit of a shock. Josh and I had met in high school when he
transferred in, and we'd become really good, ahem, "friends." When we'd met I
was already having castration fantasies, but it took a year for me to tell him
about them. When I had, he had been a little apprehensive at first, but had
then gotten into it - roleplaying castrating me, stuff like that. After awhile
he wanted to try putting on a band himself, and eventually our play turned
more mutual.
We'd ended up going to the same state school and continued fooling around,
often banding ourselves or holding a knife up to our dicks or something, but
I'd always thought that for him it was just a weird fantasy he was indulging
me in. I mean, I knew he got off on the idea, but for him to suggest that we
really do it was a bit of a surprise.
"You're not just saying that?" I asked him. "You really want to do it."
"Hells yes! You know I can do it. Why not? You know I could do it." Josh had
been a farm kid, with most of the things that went with it - he looked like
your typical cornfed hick, blond, broad shoulders, a build that came from
manual labor, not a gym. When he'd moved to my hometown it was the first time
he'd lived within any city's limits. Telling me about helping out his uncle on
the farm to castrate the sheep and all was one of the first things that got us
talking way back when...
"You've never done a human, before, though. I mean, what if something went
wrong?" I asked him. My cock was still hard as a rock, and now that he saw I
wasn't completely opposed to the idea, Josh's was steadily hardening, too.
"Well..." Josh looked down. "I did do a human, once."
"What?" Whoah, this sounded hot!
"You cannot ever tell anybody about this, okay? Promise?"
"You know I do."
"Okay..." he took a deep breath. "You remember about two months ago, that
football player in the papers they found with his nuts cut off, thought it was
some rape revenge thing?"
"Yeah!" It was some kid at the school he went to. The article quoted him as
saying he didn't remember doing it, but he was found passed out naked in a
park near the school. This guy already had two pending rape charges against
him but the cops could never prove any connection to the victims. Apparently
he said he'd gotten drunk at some party, wandered out, and passed out.
"Well, here's the real story," Josh began. "The guy said he remembered leaving
the party, right? I found him passed out on a park bench with his pants off
while I was walking home your place.
"There he was, this hot guy, practically naked, balls just hanging there. I
knew who he was and what he'd done, more or less, so, well...I had my shit in
my bag with me since we'd just been playing around, right? So, um, I did it.
"Two quick incisions, pulled 'em out, cut 'em off, tied everything up and
sewed the kid back together. He grumbled a few times but was so drunk he never
woke up. I even turned him on his stomach in case he puked."
"YOU castrated that guy?" I asked, incredulous.
"Yeah, but look, don't ever ever ever tell anyone, ok? I don't want to go to
jail forever. I mean, I know it was wrong and all, but..." any apologies Josh
was about to make were dispelled by my furious wanking. "Ah, hell," Josh
stopped trying, and went down on me.
"No, stop," I told him, letting off myself. "Do it."
"Right now? Castrate you right now?" he asked.
"Yeah. Do it." Jesus, my cock was hard.
Without another word he reached into his bag and started whipping out the
supplies from our play-bag he needed to castrate me. I got ahold of the knife
and snapped my bands off, wincing from the sharp pain, and then taped my dick
to my stomach so it wouldn't get in the way.
Josh loaded up a syringe with anesthetic and shot me up a few times. This was
another game we enjoyed - numbing our genitals and then not letting whoever
they were attached to know what was going on with them. There had been a few
times I'd really thought he'd cut my cock off when we'd done it.
"Now watch close," he told me, "because you're doing me, next."
"Fuck yes!" I was excited!
And nervous as hell, watching with my breath held as he brought the scalpel up
to my sac. "You ready?" he asked, but before I nodded, he drew it down my sac,
opening it up, blood welling up around the cut.
I watched closely as he extracted the testicle, cut it out from the
surrounding tissue, tied off the blood vessels, and sewed that side back up.
"Here," he said, handing me my left nut. I rolled it around in my hand a
little, feeling a bit woozy.
"Wait," I told him just as he was about to make the incision to take out the
second one. "Let me do it."
"Okay." Josh handed me the scalpel and told me where to cut. It took me two
tries to get it just right; I wasn't used to handling a scalpel, but it wasn't
nearly as weird as I thought it would be. He had to help me a little to get
the nut out, but we did it.
Half an hour later, I was lying back on the bed, my balls on my chest,
feeling...well, feeling numb. Josh shot me up with lidocaine again, and then
himself. "You ready to do me?" Josh asked, taping his cock up and lying back
on the bed.
"Oh, yeah," I told him, tossing my wet nuts into a plastic baggie. I pretended
to be confident, but in reality I was terrified.
"Don't worry," he told me. "I'll help if there's a problem." Josh sat up a bit
so he could watch, putting his arms out behind him, and spread his legs way
apart. "Make the first cut here," he gestured along his sac with his finger.
I sliced it open, and with his guidance managed to pull the nut out. It wasn't
too long before his right one was in the bag with mine, and soon after that
his left one followed. I sewed him up, washed him down, and the two of us
cleaned up a bit. Every time I looked at his empty sac I got hard again, and
the feeling of being castrated myself was an even bigger turn on.
"Bet you never thought you'd see our nuts in the same sac, eh?" he smiled,
holding up the baggie that now contained our testicles.
"Hehe," I laughed, wincing a bit as the feeling slowly returned to my groin.
Damn, it hurt...but hot damn, I'm a eunuch! I thought. I looked up to see Josh
staring at the bag and jerking himself furiously, grimacing as he came,
spurting white goo all over the dresser. When he finished cumming, he panted a
few times, and apologized...
"Sorry...just wanted...one cum...before the...lidocaine wears...off." Mine
already had, and I was lying down on the bed trying not to move.
"S'okay," I told him, smiling through the pain in my crotch. "Dude, we did
it."
"Yeah!" he said, perking up. "Fuck yeah! Now we just gotta get rid of these
cocks."
"Let's do it tomorrow, dude...I don't think I'm gonna move all weekend." Shit,
this hurt...but it's okay, I told myself. It's worth it.
"I got some percocets in the bathroom," Josh said. "Here, hold on a bit." He
came back with some little white pills and water. We both downed some, then
hit the lights and tried to pass out.
The next day was just awful. Our "empty" sacs were swollen and it hurt to
move. We lay in bed most of the day taking painkillers and watching TV. Sunday
went the same, although the swelling went mostly down. The problem was that
once the swelling disappeared, the bruising began, and Monday morning neither
of us went to class. Castrating ourselves had proven to need a little more
recovery time than they'd bargained for.
By Tuesday we were both able to limp to class, using the excuse of a badly
sprained groin muscle. It got better as the week went on, and by the weekend
we were both just sore. Friday night we decided to stay in at Josh's place.
"Man, these hot flashes are killing me," Josh said, sighing a little as he
eased himself down onto the couch. His sac was red and sore, but
shrunken...same as mine.
"Yeah, they suck," I agreed. I'd been getting them since Thursday. "I'm kinda
worried about some of the other shit...depression and all that," I started to
say. Josh was just staring at my groin. I opened my legs up to give him a
better look and my dick started to get a little hard. It pulled at the
stitches a bit but it still felt good. "But then I just look down," I
finished, smiling at him.
His dick was shriveled and completely flaccid, unlike mine. I looked for that
glint of horniness in his eye, but didn't see it. "Yeah," he grinned. "It's
great, isn't it? Can't wait to get rid of these dicks."
"You, uh...haven't done that to any passed out football players, have you?" I
asked, obviously kidding.
"Nah, just the soccer team," he answered with a completely straight face, and
turned over to go to bed.
Somehow I had the funny feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't kidding.
* * *
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Family Vacation - Part 1 | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES, MINOR | A family on vacation discovers their true calling | My life was pretty dull for 6th grader, wake up, go to school, get yelled at,
go home, eat, and sleep. My dad worked at a local travel agency and was always
looking for travel deal for his customers. My mom stayed at home to do, I
guess doing mom things. And then there is my little sister who was 4 years
younger then me. Pretty simple and boring. One day my dad came home yelling
and screaming that he had won a trip to a private Caribbean island. We were
all excited, since we live in Montana, and it is still winter. We were leaving
in 2 weeks.
We were so excited when we were getting on the plane. When we got there we
were the only guest on the island. It was us and one person to pamper us. The
island was fairly large and had beautiful beaches. After we settled in we were
in a routine of getting up and going to the ocean for a swim. Well on this day
mom had a different plan. She wanted to go to the other side of the island and
have a picnic. We got there and setup, I busied my self with the sand and
water. Then I noticed that my mom was not wearing her bikini top, now I knew
that my mom had a rack, but dam. Then my dad took off his swim trunks. I
walked over, trying to hide my semi-erect penis and asked what was going on.
My mom replied that we were the only people on the island, so why not. And she
told me to take my swim trunks off. I hesitated, but she persisted and said
look how much fun your sister is having with out here bathing suit. I said ok.
After I got my swim trunks off, my dick was fully erect. Even when it was
fully erect it could not match the length and girth of my dads. I tried to
cover myself but it proved pointless when we were playing catch. After we ate
I got in an argument with my mom about cleaning up. I decided to go for a walk
down the beach to cool myself off. I was about 150 yards away when I got tired
and decide to lie down. I fell asleep under some palm trees.
Then my nap came to a sudden end with a sharp pain to my balls. I looked up
and it was my mom. She had her foot firmly planted on my balls. She said that
it was rude of me to walk away, told me to come back, in one minute, or I was
in line for some for some more ball punishments. Then she kicked my balls
again. And said hurry up, and walked away. I struggled to my feet and look
around and noticed that I was no condition to run back to the picnic site. I
knew she had set me up.
I got back to the picnic site, and noticed my dad rolling on the ground holing
his balls. I knew what had happened to him. I asked my mom what was going on
and she said that, dad started touching your sister in here private places and
I gave him his just desserts. Now she looked at me looked at her imaginary
watch, noting that I took too long. I said that I am sorry. But it was too
late. She came over to me, pulling my hands down to there side and told me to
leave them there. She said that your dad’s punishment will be to have balls
available for any one to do with what they want to them. And that his son, you
will be under control of your sister. With that she kneed me in my balls.
I fell to the sand holding my balls. My sister then walked up to me and said
that I was her play toy. She pulled me up and placed me next to my dad. She
said open your legs. I did quickly thinking that the better I follow her
orders the nicer she will be. She held my balls and my dad’s balls and rolled
them around. She ordered both of us to face each other. We did and both our
balls were same height. Then my sister got behind me and my mom behind dad,
and punched our balls into each other at the same time. I fell down clutching
my manhood.
To be continued…
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Nero 13 | WARNING, BI, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | This is the thirteenth chapter of the autobiography of Bicilus, reputedly transcribed from the original Latin parchments and passed down through time until this version was discovered, translated and adapted for publication. Here he tells yet more of his early days as a young eunuch and of some interesting happenings in Ancient Rome and the city’s vast Empire. | ` NERO `
By Pueros
Chapter XIII – Festivals
(Plebeian quarter, Rome, in December of the 5th year of the reign of the
Emperor Claudius [AD 46])
‘He doesn’t deny that in his ‘Eunuch’ he has transported characters out of the
Greek, but….if the same characters will not be permitted, how is it more
permissible to depict a servant on the run, or to make use of good old women,
evil courtesans, a gluttonous parasite, a braggart soldier, a changeling, an
old man duped by a servant, or even love, hate and suspicion? In short,
nothing is said that has not been said before!’
\- Terence (‘The Eunuch’, lines 31-41)
“Sir,” I asked the major domo, when he came to check on how well I was
proceeding with tidying one of the luxurious urban villa’s main reception and
living rooms, or ‘tablina’, “would it be possible for me to return to the
young mistress’ personal service?” The free man was temporarily at a loss for
words at hearing my request, knowing how much Sribonia and Tullia had
previously tormented and abused me. Crispina was no longer present in Caius
Silius’ resplendent residence, as she had returned to her family whilst her
divorce from her older husband was organized.
Gaius had been similarly rendered speechless when I advised him later, during
one of his delightful daily visits, of what I intended to do. Having arranged
my salvation not only from my master’s terrible retribution but also from the
daughters’ sadistic service, he had at first been shocked to hear of my
intent, believing that I had taken leave of my senses. However, after learning
my motive, my youthful lover gave me a long lingering embrace with passionate
kiss and did not try to dissuade me. The handsome 16 year-old told me instead,
with clear admiration that fortified my determination immensely, that he
recognized brave selfless self-sacrifice when he saw it and thought my idea
highly commendable, although he would have preferred an alternative solution
to the problematical situation which had just arisen.
Gaius was, of course, concerned about my personal welfare, as Sribonia and
Tullia would undoubtedly return to their previous nasty ways with me. However,
the youth, like me, could think of no other answer to the news with which
Apollinus, ever knowledgeable about the goings-on in Caius Silius’ household,
had just acquainted me. The usual agent was to be commissioned to purchase and
arrange the castration of another pretty slave boy from fashionable Britannia
to serve the young mistresses.
I had been distressed at the thought of a young compatriot losing his balls
just so that my pride and bottom could be protected from Sribonia and Tullia
and their young friends, and had decided that I should try to prevent such an
occurrence at all costs. Accordingly, I soon found myself back in the company
of the cruel girls and the unpleasant Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, Marcus
Annaeus Lucanus and Silius Italicus.
(Domus of Agrippina the Younger, Rome, dies Jovis A.D. XVIII Kal. Ian. DCCC
A.V.C. [Thursday, 15th December, AD 46])
‘Pythagoras, when he was asked what time was, answered that it was the soul of
this world.’
\- Plutarch
The Romans count years from the establishment of their great metropolis, which
supposedly took place 799 years before the opening of my saga. They use the
abbreviation A.U.C., for ‘ab urbe condita’, or ‘from the foundation of the
city’, to denote this. The current year is therefore DCCXCIX A.U.C., although
that quoted in the date would be DCCC A.U.C. [more correctly ‘A.V.C.’, as the
Romans did not possess the letter ‘U’; they also did not possess the letter
‘J’, so they would have written ‘Julius’ as ‘Ivlivs’ - Pueros].
I shall attempt to explain this paradox for those unacquainted with the
strangeness of the Roman calendar, which still confuses me even though I have
been using it for sixty years.
Until Julius Caesar reformed the calendar, the Romans originally divided the
year into ten months, causing September, October, November and December to be
so named from the Latin words for seven, eight, nine and ten. Additionally,
only four months, Martius (named after the god Mars), Maius (after the goddess
Maia), Quintilis (meaning ‘fifth’) and October previously had 31 days. In
Caesar’s posthumous honour, the old fifth month and new seventh month of the
year, Quintilis, was renamed ‘Julius’. His successor would be similarly
honoured, ‘Sextilis’ (sixth) being changed to ‘Augustus’. For those who do not
know, the months of Januarius, Februarius, Aprilis and Junius are named
respectively after the god Janus, the word ‘februo’, meaning ‘purify’, the
month being renowned for purification festivals, the word ‘aperire’, meaning
‘open’, as in spring with leaves and flowers, and the goddess Juno.
The Romans follow the Greek practice in naming the days of the week after the
sun, moon and five known planets. Hence, there are the dies Solis, Lunae,
Martis, Mercurii, Jovis, Veneris and Saturni [Sunday, Monday, etc – Pueros].
They also give them numbers, counting back from the Kalends, Nones or Ides of
the month, with the calculation performed inclusively. This system harks back
to the early calendar, which was based on the moon, when a priest would
announce the beginning of a month after seeing the first faint sliver of light
in a new moon’s black disc. He would ‘calare’, or ‘call out’, hence the origin
of the term for the first of the month, the Kalends. The next phase of the
moon, the first quarter when it is exactly half a disc, was called the ‘Nones’
and the full moon the ‘Ides’. The waning half-moon was not marked.
The Kalends is therefore always the 1st day of the month. The Nones is the
5th, or 7th in one of the four original 31-day months, with the Ides similarly
either the 13th or 15th. Thus, for example, in Januarius, as the Nones falls
on the 5th, the third day of the month is reckoned to be, using inclusive
counting, ‘three days before the Nones of Januarius’, abbreviated, with ‘A.D.’
standing for ‘ante deum’, or ‘days before’, as ‘A.D. III Non. Ian’.
Apart from the Kalends, Nones and Ides themselves, exceptions to this
terminology are the days immediately before such fixed lunar marks, which are
called ‘pridie’ or ‘eve of’. Thus, the 14th day of Martius is ‘Pridie Idus
Martias’.
According to this calendar system, today, despite still being in the year
DCCXCIX, would be denoted as ‘A.D. XVIII Kal. Ian. DCCC A.V.C.’, being 18
inclusive days before the 1st day of Januarius in the new year. It is the
inclusive counting that has always given me problems. I still find it
difficult, for example, to consider the 1st day of a month to be three, as the
Romans do, and not two days, as my people do, before the 3rd day of the month.
Dies Jovis A.D. XVIII Kal. Ian. DCCC A.V.C. was also the 9th anniversary of
the birth of Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, and I was the slave assigned to the
personal service of Sribonia and Tullia whilst they visited the boy’s palatial
home. I had walked alongside the girls’ litters, carried by four sturdy slaves
apiece, as Caius Silius’ daughters were formally transported to the associated
celebration, attended by many of Rome’s most important patrician children. To
say that I was not looking forward to my own presence at the event would be an
understatement.
The short journey itself was rather unpleasant, as it was a cold winter’s day
with a strong chilly breeze and I was allowed to wear just my usual sparse
crimson tunic. The only concession that I was permitted to protect my slim 14
year-old form from the harsh external conditions was the pair of sandals I had
been given to protect my feet from the stones and other debris, some very
unpleasant, to be found on many of Roman’s thoroughfares.
The footwear, of course, did not aid my bodily warmth and I recall arriving at
Agrippina’s domus covered in goose pimples, shivering and almost blue in
colour, much to my young mistresses’ amusement. Fortunately, the residence’s
central heating hypocaust, which fed warm air from an under-floor furnace into
rooms through flues in the walls, was working perfectly and I quickly
defrosted. However, physical discomfort was only replaced by the mental
variety, as I accompanied Caius Silius’ daughters into the throng of
privileged youngsters surrounding the young host in an enormous tablina. The
boy was flanked as usual by Marcus Annaeus Lucanus and Silius Italicus.
When Sribonia and Tullia eventually managed to meet, congratulate, offer their
presents to and exchange pleasantries with Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, the
latter loudly exclaimed, on seeing me with the girls, “I see you’ve brought
your eunuch from Britannia, No-Balls, with you. That’s good as I’d like to use
him later for one of our party games!” My face, as was not uncommon in the
service of Caius Silius’ daughters, immediately turned the same colour as my
tunic.
I was sure that I was not the only eunuch present, as many of the personal
slaves attending other guests would have been rendered similarly incapable of
sexual molestation of their young charges, even if those they were required to
serve were of the male variety. I therefore did not know why the birthday
celebrant felt compelled to emphasize my particular gelded status to his young
visitors, or to want me to be the centre of later mirth. It was a personally
cruel attitude that I later did fathom, as I came to observe the life of
Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus for over another twenty years.
“That’s nice,” declared Sribonia, referring to a new golden locket worn around
his neck by Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus. “Yes,” the chubby new 9 year-old
responded, “mother gave it me.” The boy then grinned wickedly whilst asking
“Want to see what’s inside, as it’s something No-Balls here will ever have?”
Both the 13 year-old girl and her 11 year-old sister already knew the answer.
However, I remained ignorant of this particular Roman custom until their young
host opened his ‘fascinum’.
I quickly appreciated why anything as intriguingly powerful as a penile
erection is thought 'fascinating' when Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus opened his
new 'fascinum', for inside was a golden replica of a fully hard male sexual
organ. The boy and his regular companions, as well as several other young
guests nearby, who had been privy to the earlier conversation, immediately
burst into laughter at the sight of both the facsimile penis and my instant
discomfort at the chubby host’s gibe and revelation. Amongst the loudest was a
14 year-old, rather gaudily groomed, who I later discovered was called Otho
and who was already shaving his legs. He was in the company of a younger girl
who seemed infatuated with the young dandy and who I subsequently learnt was
named Poppaea.
Fortunately, Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus then seemed to lose interest in me
and began to greet other newly arriving guests. Unfortunately, such
distraction was only temporary and the 9 year-old birthday boy subsequently
sought out Sribonia and Tullia, and their 14 year-old slave, from amongst the
large throng of young visitors.
“Can I borrow No-Balls,” Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus requested, “for the first
party game?” “Of course,” Sribonia answered for herself and her younger
sister, “and do you want him naked?” “Yes,” their young host replied simply
whilst displaying a wicked sneer.
“Strip, No-Balls,” 13 year-old Sribonia then eagerly ordered, whilst her 11
year-old sibling giggled, “and show everyone what you haven’t got!”
(Domus of Palaemon, Rome, same time)
‘In alio pediculum, in te ricinum non vides.’
(‘You see a louse on someone else, but not a tick on yourself.’)
\- Petronius
“Welcome to my home, Petronius,” Palaemon announced with a wide smile, for he
liked the 20 year-old who was calling unexpectedly upon him, although he was
less sure about his slightly younger companion. However, the renowned teacher
hid this wise apprehension well when he continued “And you too, Titus Vinius.
What brings you both to my humble abode?”
“Concern about your welfare,” Petronius answered, “as we haven’t seen you at
the usual dining tables of late. We were worried that you might be unwell.”
“However,” the 20 year-old then proceeded, with a little cough accompanied by
a knowing broad smirk, as he fully appreciated the beautiful sight of
Palaemon’s new personal slave standing at his seated master’s side, “I can
clearly see that that is not the case. It seems that you’ve been indulging in
other pleasurable pastimes!”
Palaemon reciprocated the visitor’s perceptive grin but did not immediately
respond, instead allowing Petronius to continue by enquiring “Don’t I know
your new servant from somewhere?” Axenius immediately blushed, knowing what
the answer was, for both the visitor and his companion had bedded him at some
of Caius Silius’ orgies when he had been younger.
Axenius had hated all such forced liaisons but had regarded Petronius as being
by no means the worst company, because the young man had shown courtesy and
consideration in his lovemaking. However, Titus Vinius, in contrast to his
public façade, had been rather unpleasant, exhibiting a very nasty streak,
designed to hurt through both words and action. He added to this trait now by
undiplomatically advising his friend “I’m surprised you don’t recognize the
boy, Petronius, for you’ve enjoyed his favours a few times at Caius Silius’
house.” Dampness came to the blonde 16 year-old’s sensuous blue eyes at this
ill-mannered reminder of his past.
Fortunately, both Petronius and Palaemon recognized the embarrassing
discourtesy and quickly changed the subject. Meanwhile, Axenius went to
collect a splendid silver pitcher of the finest wine, with matching very
expensive goblets, to offer as refreshment to his master and guests.
It was later, after Petronius and Titus Vinius had departed, that the young
Germanian noticed that one of the precious ornate cups had disappeared.
(The ‘House of Cybele’, plebeian quarter, Rome, same time)
‘Factum est illud, fieri infectum non potest.’
(‘Done is done, it cannot be made undone.’)
\- Plautus (‘Aulularia’)
Nigerina, aided by his natural physical robustness, had fully recovered with
remarkable swiftness from his genital nullification, at least as far as his
physical condition was concerned, for the mental scars would never truly heal.
The wife of the youth’s new owner had carefully supervised the 16 year-old’s
recuperation from the appalling alteration to his pleasant form, as well as
his readying for his new degrading role. His new home, the male brothel known
as the ‘House of Cybele’, specialized in providing young eunuchs dressed as
girls for its clients. However, the newcomer would not only be the busy
establishment’s first black prostitute but also the first to have had his
whole genitalia, as opposed to just testes, removed, a consequence of which
was that he required a straw to assist with urination. The proprietors were
experimenting to see how their patrons reacted to such an addition to their
offerings, proposing to secure others, some white, if the exercise proved
successful.
The supervising middle-aged woman was unlikable in many ways but she
recognized a likely highly profitable source of income when she saw one and so
took great care over Nigerina’s convalescence and preparation. A cruel streak
also actually saw her gain much amusement and pleasure from attending to the
youth’s awful wound and debasing introduction to the world of male
prostitution as a feminized catamite. This process included teaching the
intelligent 16 year-old elementary Latin, enough initially for him to obey
simple instructions and to become aware of the demeaning nature of his future
duties, which were shockingly horrifying for such an African, rightly proud of
his noble heritage.
Nevertheless, Nigerina felt compelled to learn his new function in life
compliantly, having been forced to witness some of the dreadful punishments
inflicted on his young white gelded counterparts as a consequence of any
mistakes or complaints from customers. There were frequent nasty beatings,
skillfully designed to hurt terribly but not to cause so much damage that the
miscreants could not be quickly hired out again to other clients. The 16 year-
old had also observed one very pretty 15 year-old eunuch being rented to a
group of sadists for public torture on the central entertainment stage in the
large brothel’s main drinking and dining hall. As well as experiencing
weighted clamps on his nipples and a number of whiplashes, the boy had endured
the insertion of many needles into the tenderest parts of his lovely body plus
spiked dildos into his rectum. His anguished screams had been drowned out by
loud raucous laughter and commentary from the many spectators.
As a result of such spectacle, Nigerina had obediently practised his new
duties. These included how to serve customers with their food and drink, as
well as how to dance erotically and to disrobe from his feminine garb
alluringly so that the clients could enjoy sexual dessert. Lovemaking
instruction included the arts of providing pleasurable delight through
kissing, fondling and being the supplier of fellatio and recipient of sodomy.
In practising fellatio and sodomy, Nigerina’s female supervisor used dildos to
show the youth how to lick and suck large oral intruders proficiently and how
to move and contort his naked body to give his patrons the maximum ecstasy
from his anus. However, with the latter skill, the brothel owner’s wife took
care to use a wooden phallus that was sufficiently small not to deflect from
the innocence of the youth’s rear aperture. She was fully aware of the
substantial fee to be gained from selling an undamaged new prostitute’s
virginity for deflowering, and so was very keen that the 16 year-old’s
sphincter and rectum showed no sign of earlier invasion.
Nigerina’s recovery and preparation had finally come to an end and he was
ready to serve his first customer. The youth was therefore currently being
groomed and dressed carefully by his new owner’s spouse for his first public
appearance in the brothel. He appreciated that that evening he would be
presented on the central stage, seductively attired in a woman’s stola,
wearing a female wig and with his face made up as if he were a girl seeking a
husband, which in a cruel way he was. The 16 year-old knew that he would be
required to dance before being sold for the night to the highest bidder.
(Western Britannia, same time)
‘E pluribus unum.’
(‘One out of many.’)
\- Virgil (‘Moretum’, line 102)
In my younger years, I often wished that the tribes of my native land could
have unified to repel the Roman invaders, whose success was helped
immeasurably by the disunity of the Britannians. A little phrase in Virgil’s
obscure recipe for preparing a breakfast ‘moretum’, or ‘ salad’, out of the
garlic and herbs he gathered one morning, seemed to sum up my dream. The poet
lingers on the grinding and mixing of ingredients, inducing shades of white
and green to blend until at last only one results (lines 99-104):-
‘Dextera pistillo primum fragrantia mollit alia,
Tum pariter mixto terit omnia suco.
It manus in gyrum: paulatim singula vires
Deperdunt proprias, color est e pluribus unus,
Nec totus viridis, quia lactea frusta repugnant,
Nec de lacte nitens, quia tot variatur ab herbis.’
(‘The right hand first mashes the fragrant garlic with a pestle,
Then grinds everything equally in a juicy mixture.
Then hand goes in circles: gradually the separate essences
Lose distinction, the colour is one out of many,
Neither all green, since milky white bits resist it,
Nor shining milky white, since the herbs are so various.’)
Virgil uses ‘unus’, as the word ‘colour’ is masculine in Latin, whereas I
utilize the neutral ‘unum’ in my quote, believing that nations made of men and
women should be afforded no gender.
Hearing of Caratacus’ continued war against the invaders of my homeland in my
servile exile in the Imperial capital, I harboured hopes for a while that he
might unify the tribes into a united kingdom under his leadership and then
drive the Romans back into the sea. Alas, it was not to be, although the
sovereign to whom I was supposed to award loyal fealty was to give the
conquerors a good fight over many years.
Caratacus was now launching damaging raids into Roman-occupied territory from
the relative safety of the hilly lands in the west of Britannia populated by
the Silures, before retreating into the more mountainous regions of the
Ordovices when threatened. My king’s activities were particularly annoying for
the invaders because they could never feel secure whilst the incursions
continued, and it looked as if they might do so indefinitely, so elusive were
the warrior remnants of my tribe.
Nevertheless, unity amongst the peoples of Britannia was never achieved except
eventually under Roman domination. I therefore wonder, as I look back on my
long life, whether instead one day another great nation may rise to justify
the motto ‘e pluribus unum’.
(Domus of Agrippina the Younger, Rome, same time)
‘Dum inter homines sumus, colamus humanitatem.’
(‘As long as we are among humans, let us be humane.’)
\- Seneca the Younger
“Why do you want him to do that?” asked Britannicus, although at the time I
did not know the identity of the pretty infant. Sribonia had not appreciated
that the Emperor’s young son had been close by when she had asked me to strip
and she at first struggled to answer the 5 year-old. Meanwhile, I hesitated to
comply with her instruction, partly out of shameful dread at obeying in front
of such a large group of mainly younger spectators and partly because of
desperate hope that the infant’s question might bring a reprieve from having
to fulfil such a humiliating command.
Sribonia eventually managed to respond to Britannicus by announcing that the
order had been conveyed at the behest of their host. Claudius’ son therefore
addressed the same question to his relative, Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, who
was clearly annoyed at having to answer but did so with feigned politeness
because of the status of his young guest, who was, after all, the most
important person present.
“The barbaric Britons are supposed to paint themselves,” Lucius Domitius
Ahenobarbus declared, with an evil glint in his eyes, “so I thought that we
could oblige this particular specimen by decorating his body ourselves. I have
the necessary paint and brushes and, afterwards, I though that he could walk
back to his master’s residence naked to show the people of Rome our
craftsmanship.” Many titters erupted from amongst the surrounding crowd of
young patricians at the thought of this particular party game. However, the
sudden excitement in the majority, and horror in me, induced by their host’s
announcement was rapidly quelled.
“My father says that that’s not the way a proper Roman treats those we’ve
successfully subdued,” Britannicus suggested, with remarkable maturity for one
of his tender years, “for, amongst other reasons, all you’re doing is
reminding them of their uncivilized pasts. We should instead, my father says,
be educating them that our conduct and way of life are superior in all ways to
those of barbarians in order to encourage them to follow suit.” “Yes,”
supported his similarly aged best friend, Titus Flavius Vespasianus, as always
at the side of the likely heir to the Principate, with similar grown-up
wisdom, “to deal with magnanimity and justice with those we’ve conquered, and
who have obediently accepted our rule, is the way of true Romans. After all,
we prefer allies to enemies and so, if a person or people don’t deserve
humiliation, why inflict it?”
“But he’s only a barbarian slave,” spluttered Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, in
retort at his admonishment from boys over three years younger and in front of
so many other youngsters. “The principle’s the same,” Britannicus replied, “so
I suggest that you find us all something else to play.”
As a consequence, it was then Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus who suffered
humiliation in front of many young patricians and not myself, as the birthday
boy was forced to leave me alone and find a different pastime for everyone to
indulge. It was the chubby 9 year-old’s clearly annoyed but nevertheless meek
compliance to his younger guest’s instruction that immediately made me realize
who the infant had to be.
I looked at the likely future Princeps and smiled in happiness at my salvation
from imminent humiliation, although I had recognized that Lucius Domitius
Ahenobarbus would probably reek revenge on me during a later visit to Caius
Silius’ urban villa, assisted by his female allies, the householder’s
daughters. Nevertheless, despite my concern, my smile broadened when it was
sweetly reciprocated by the 5 year-old, whose lovely brown eyes looked
straight into my own blue ones. I then remembered Apollinus’ declaration about
Britannicus, when the infant had been very nice to him at our master’s great
banquet. “The prince’s eventual accession to the purple,” my friend had
suggested, “bodes well for everyone in the Empire!”
I later made Gaius temporarily jealous when I advised my friend that, at that
moment, I came to love Britannicus, although I then assuaged the youth’s
concern by adding that my feeling was truly platonic. It was born out of
immense regard for a boy who would one day surely become the greatest Emperor
that Rome had ever known, if his early character was anything to go by.
Gaius unintentionally put something of a damper on my aspiration for the
Empire by saying, before giving me another kiss, “Let’s therefore hope that he
lives that long!” This made me shiver at recall of the vivid expression of
hatred towards the 5 year-old in the eyes of Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, as
the older birthday boy was compelled to change his party plans. After all, the
9 year-old also had good familial connections that could lead to a future
ambition to claim the purple.
(Imperial palace, Rome, same time)
‘Ornatissima ecce colonia valentissimaque Viennensium quam;
longo iam tempore Senatores huic curiae confert.’
(‘Here is the very honourable and powerful colony of the people of Vienne;
how long it is already that it has been sending senators to this curia.’)
\- Emperor Claudius (Speech in the Senate, AD 48)
Having secured the demise of Crassus Frugi, Messalina was now intent on the
destruction of Decimus Valerius Asiaticus, currently one of Rome’s Consuls
along with Junius Silanus, a position he had held 11 years previously under
Tiberius. The patrician had originated from Vienne in Gallia Narbonensis and
had been sent as a youth by his ambitious family to Rome to make a career.
The move had worked because, by careful cultivation of first Antonia, who was
Augustus’ niece, Gaius Caligula’s grandmother and Claudius’ mother, and then
the last and present Emperors, he had gained great wealth and position. He had
also been the first Narbonnais Gaul to be admitted to the Roman Senate.
Valerius Asiaticus was renowned for his like of athletics, having won prizes
at the sport when young, and gardens, his urban villa possessing some of the
most magnificent in Rome. Nevertheless, some barbed wits claimed that his
tastes were more for handsome gymnasts in dense shrubbery.
Valerius Asiaticus had actually been one of the principal conspirators in the
assassination of Gaius Caligula and had been touted as a possible successor
but this had not harmed his relationship with Claudius, whom he had
accompanied to Britannia three years before the opening of my saga. However,
it was probably because of his current closeness to the present Princeps that
the Empress had chosen him next as a target for her attempts to ruin fatally,
in her husband’s mind, the reputation of someone else who might aspire to be a
future rival to Britannicus for the purple.
Messalina was also known to covet Valerius Asiaticus’ urban villa, especially
the residence’s resplendent gardens, created over 100 years earlier by
Lucullus, the general who had eventually defeated the very dangerous threat to
Roman ambitions in Asia, Mithridates, King of Pontus. These gardens, laid out
in terraces, are located on the southern spur of Rome’s ‘Collis Hortulorum’,
or ‘Garden Hill’, which overlooks the Campus Martius.
Messalina was cunningly slowly drip feeding Claudius untrue tales of Valerius
Asiaticus’ supposed wicked and potentially treacherous behaviour. On this
occasion, it was a lie about the Consul’s alleged bad mouthing of the Emperor
to other Senators. However, the Empress knew better than to be over-the-top
with her accusations, covering herself against her husband double-checking by
saying that the imputation was “Just something I’ve heard!” The 23 year-old
woman was happy to wait for the eventual denouement, which would be created
mainly by the weight of many small but very sly and convincing false
allegations.
Meanwhile, having encouraged her husband to believe her by allowing him a rare
exploration of her body, Mesallina rushed away from the scene of this
unpleasantness to a more agreeable reunion in her own bedchamber. Here, after
she had bathed and groomed away all signs of, for her, Claudius’ gross
attentions, she waited impatiently for the now almost daily arrival of the
‘handsomest man in Rome’, my master, Caius Silius.
(Domus of Palaemon, Rome, same time)
‘Omnia praeclara rara.’
(‘All excellent things are rare.’)
\- Cicero (‘De amicitia’)
Axenius was petrified that Palaemon, who was by nature always careful of his
possessions, might suspect him of stealing the precious goblet. After all,
only the recent guests and the young slave had had the opportunity to secure
the cup. Accordingly, the youth initially considered somehow trying to cover
up the silver vessel's disappearance. However, this would not have been in
accord with the 16 year-old’s own honest brave character.
Axenius therefore confessed to the fact that the goblet was missing at the
first opportunity, after his master had said his farewells to Petronius and
Titus Vinius, politely personally guiding them to his front door. Tears again
formed in the youth’s gorgeous blue eyes as he heard Palaemon’s response.
However, they had been created not as a result of accusation but of
reassurance from a man who perhaps now appreciated the youth’s personality
better than the 16 year-old himself. The young Germanian’s lachrymose display
was caused by delighted realization that the renowned teacher would truly
never have suspected his slave for a moment of such a dishonest act.
“Forget about the matter for now,” Palaemon suggested perceptively, “but
please be extra observant if Titus Vinius ever comes calling again!”
Shortly afterwards, happy giggles and laughter could be heard emerging from
Palaemon’s private bathhouse, later followed by even more blatant sounds of
pleasurable enjoyment.
(Villa of Caius Silius, next day)
‘Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas.’
(‘Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.’)
\- Ovid
“I don’t want you to see Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus again without my
permission,” Caius Silius commanded of his daughters, “but suggest instead
that you consider becoming better acquainted with Tiberius Claudius
Britannicus. I know he’s only five but I believe that furthering our
friendship with the Emperor’s closest family is more important than
maintaining a relationship with that of Agippina.”
“I also know from a very reliable source,” Caius Silius continued, “that the
Empress dislikes both Agrippina and her son. It would therefore be unwise to
retain any connection with them for the foreseeable future.” Sribonia was no
fool and was also fed gossip by her intimate female slaves. She accordingly
knew immediately the identity of the ‘source’, Messalina herself. However, she
not only kept her silence over the matter but also took steps to obey her
father.
Sribonia suddenly cut off all contact with Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus, which
at first surprised and disappointed the boy until his mother told him that it
was probably as a result of Messalina’s influence. Despite being only 9 years
old, the chubby youngster had already experienced and learnt enough of Roman
high society to be knowledgeable about the constant and often very dangerous
political intriguing that went on, which included frequent changes in family
alliances. He was also aware of the widespread rumours about Caius Silius’
association with the Empress. He therefore shrugged off the slight for now,
putting it at the back of his mind where, like many others, he would keep it
until the time and opportunity arose for vengeance. After all, he knew with
certainty that he was destined for power and greatness.
Meanwhile, Sribonia wondered whether she too was destined for greatness. For
the 13 year-old, making friends with Britannicus suddenly did not seem too
awful, as she knew that she was expected to be betrothed to someone soon. The
girl was beginning to think that having the future Princeps as the groom-to-be
would not be at all bad, even if he was currently only 5 years old, as she
quite fancied herself as the next Empress.
For Sribonia’s 14 year-old male slave, the unexpected non-appearance of Lucius
Domitius Ahenobarbus to extract revenge for what had happened at the birthday
party was a very pleasant surprise. So too were the occasional visits to my
master’s urban villa by new young guests, Britannicus and Titus Flavius
Vespasianus.
The boys’ appearance was congenial for all concerned, even apparently for
Sribonia and Tullia who, having quickly appreciated their young guests’ gentle
natures and outlooks, adapted themselves accordingly. The girls were always on
their best behaviour during the visits, something that began to extend into
their private lives. Miraculously, the 5 year-old males seemed to have greater
influence on the outward characters of 13 and 11 year-old females than vice-
versa.
Both my bottom and pride gained immeasurably from the change during the months
to follow. Such a happy alteration to my circumstances was commensurate in
simultaneous growth in my admiration for Britannicus and his friend. Despite
my status as a mere eunuch slave of barbarian extraction, the boys always
treated me with great courtesy and consideration, conduct adopted by their
female hosts. The 5 year-olds’ kindness was to give me much guilty grief later
in life when I felt compelled to be brutally and longstandingly dishonest to
Titus Flavius Vespasianus.
Gaius subsequently suggested that my happy change in domestic fortune was
proper reward for my bravery and selflessness in earlier returning to the
service of Caius Silius’ daughters. I was of course pleased by such flattery
and gave the delectable youth his own dividend for such remarks. I also at
last began to recognize that other people and life in general were perhaps
rightly due even greater nobility from me in future if I was truly to become
worthy of the 16 year-old’s love and respect.
From Gaius' example, I became infused with the idea that I should seek to do
as much good in this world as I could, always putting others first. At the
time, I tried not to disillusion myself, believing that my lowly menial status
would mean that my efforts would be unnoticeable within the greater scope of
history. However, as I now relate my own life almost sixty years later, I
think, without wanting to sound too boastful, that I misjudged then what even
very humble people can achieve, given appropriate help and luck.
(Via Flamina, Rome, on the Ides of March in the 6th year of the reign of the
Emperor Claudius [Dies Mercurii Id. Mart. DCCC A.V.C. or Wednesday, March
15th, AD 47])
‘There was a certain soothsayer that had long before given Caesar warning to
take heed of the Ides of March, for on that day he should be in great danger.
The day having arrived, Caesar went to the Senate-house and spoke merrily to
the soothsayer, saying “The Ides of March is come.” “So it is,” the soothsayer
answered softly, “but yet is not past!”’
\- Plutarch (‘Life of Julius Caesar’)
Martius used to be the first month of the Roman year until Gaius Julius Caesar
changed the calendar and gave Januarius that honour. Some suggest that he was
told to beware the Ides of Martius for that reason, because the god after whom
the month was named sought revenge for the slight.
At this particular time, in the year DCCC A.V.C., the 800th anniversary of the
foundation of Rome, the present Princeps had no need to beware the Ides.
Claudius instead paid due respects to his distant ancestor, via a convoluted
family line, in the resplendent temple of the Divine Julius in the Forum, on
the 91st anniversary of the original Caesar’s murder, before returning to the
Imperial palace on the nearby Palatine.
Martius, of course, belongs to the warlike Mars, the god who personifies the
protection of the state and the productivity of the community. The Festival of
Mars, with the daily spectacle of the priests of the deity leaping and dancing
through the streets of Rome, continues for almost the whole month.
In Rome, days are designated to be dies comitalis, fastus, nefastus,
endotercisus or nefastus publicus. ‘Dies comitalis’ is day on which citizens
may vote on political or criminal matters and ‘dies fastus’ a day on which
legal action is permitted, whereas ‘dies nefastus’ is a day on which no public
voting or legal action may occur. An ‘endotercisus’ is a day that functions as
dies fastus in the morning and dies comitalis in the afternoon. A ‘nefastus
publicus’ is a day on which public religious festivals are celebrated. A
‘nundinae’, literally ‘nine days’, takes place, because of the inclusive
counting of the Romans, every eighth day and is market day, although, just to
confuse matters further, the precise sequence changes every year.
The Ides of Martius is a ‘nefastus publicus’, not because it is the
anniversary of Caesar’s death but because it is also the Festival of Anna
Perenna, the goddess of the traditional new year. Depending on whom you speak
to, the Romans give various explanations to this deity’s origin. For example,
her name is derived from ‘annis’, or ‘year’, or she used to be a river nymph,
‘amnis perennis’, meaning ‘eternal stream’.
Anna Perenna is also equated with being a moon goddess or being Anna, the
sister of Dido, who was received in Latium by Aeneas. However, this Anna later
drowned herself in the river Numicius after being told by Dido’s ghost that
Aeneas’ wife, Lavinia, was jealous, posthumously becoming the goddess of the
new year.
Whatever her true origin, Anna Perenna is very popular because, in the
historic class struggle between the patricians and plebeians, she was supposed
to have chosen the side of the people. However, I have another reason for
venerating the goddess’ festival.
The Ides of Martius is a picnic day. The Romans set up tents and camps in the
surrounding countryside, especially around the first milestone of the Via
Flamina, the road that eventually leads across the Apennines to the port of
Fanum in Umbria on the east coast of Italia and the Mare Adriaticum. Almost
sixty years later, I still regard the initial occasion that I attended this
event to be the most memorable, for not only was I in Gaius’ delightful
company but also I met Axenius for the first time.
The day before, the eve of the first full moon of the new year in the old
tradition, when Mamurius, or the old Mars, was honoured, Gaius had taken me to
the Campius Martius, or ‘Field of Mars’. There, I had been thrilled to watch
chariot racing for the first time, during the second ‘Equirria’ festival of
DCCC. I had also observed a man dressed in goatskins being ceremonially chased
out of Rome in a rite of purification, symbolic of chasing out the old and
bringing in the new.
Neither of these spectacles, however, could match up to the magnificence of
meeting Axenius for the first time on the following day.
Gaius had arranged with the now very compliant Caius Silius to take me to
observe as many of the Roman festivals as my duties permitted, promoting the
idea that it would enhance my education. The youth had cited my speedy
proficiency in verbal and written Latin as evidence of my intellect and had
therefore suggested that continuing my learning would further enhance my
future worth as a slave in my master’s service.
I do not believe, however, that Caius Silius now cared what Gaius did with me,
or how long I spent with the youth, as long as his retained ownership of me,
and all that that entailed, was recognized and appreciated. After all, I
represented my master’s only protection against certain revelations,
potentially very damaging to his reputation.
I am also sure that Caius Silius still planned terrible retribution against
his blackmailers, plural because they now included Palaemon, and me if his
conspiracy with Mesallina was successful. However, I was then unaware of his
plans and was young enough, and so much in love, that I cared little for the
future. My mind existed only in the present, infatuated in particular by the
wondrous Gaius.
I could now forgive the Romans much, including the loss of my manhood, because
no people could be so bad if such a youth as Gaius was amongst their number.
He collected me, as usual with the delightful Hylas in tow, early in the
afternoon of the Ides of Martius. I had been engaged on not disagreeable
menial tasks for Sribonia and Tullia during the morning and had been permitted
the rest of the day off to be with my supposed educational mentor. The youth
and his infant slave escorted me through Rome and up the Via Flamina to the
main picnic sites, where he had arranged to meet up with Palaemon. It was a
warm spring day, with hardly a cloud in the blue sky. At that moment, I felt
that I could not have been happier.
There had been other birthdays since that of Lucius Domitius Ahenobarbus four
months previously. Most pertinently for my history, Gaius, Hylas, Apollinus,
Axenius and myself had all gained an extra year to our age. However, the four
young slaves amongst this number were not sure on which precise days their
anniversaries had fallen, knowing only that they had sometime done so by the
change in seasons.
I have mentioned previously that Palaemon was parsimonious towards the rich
and greedy but not towards his charges, whether they were pupils or staff, or
the needy. The point was emphasized on this day, for he had arranged for a
number of canopies to be set up, under which a copious and delicious array of
fine non-alcoholic drink and food had been laid on top of trellis tables. The
majority was provided for some of the plebeian poor who could not afford their
own picnics. Hired caterers encountered difficulty throughout the afternoon in
ensuring that the largesse was fairly distributed to the hordes that came
forward for shares.
Meanwhile, under private canopies, Palaemon acted as host for his residential
pupils, employees and slaves, all like me given the afternoon off. No guards
were required to protect the fare provided by the famous and popular teacher
for his students and staff, as the people had too much respect for the tutor
to disturb this particular munificence. I am sure that this was not only as a
result of his famous kind generosity but also because of his own very humble
background.
Gaius politely introduced me to Palaemon, whom I of course recognized from the
banquet in Caius Silius’ urban villa at which I had first met my youthful
lover. It was now that I first noticed the beautiful young Germanian, bigger
and older than me but sporting similar fair features, who was standing at the
renowned teacher’s side.
There is something about a eunuch that allows one to recognize another
immediately. I do not really know what this is. Perhaps, for a 17 year-old
like Axenius, it was the smooth nature of his chin, obviously still not
attended by the razor. Anyway, whatever it is, I instantly knew that the
delightfully smiling young Germanian, to whom I was also now politely
introduced by his master, an incongruity in itself in Roman society, was one
of my kind. I additionally appreciated that the realization was mutual.
Palaemon knew that I was a mere slave but you would not have thought so, as he
now went out of his way to treat me like any other honoured guest. However, I
quickly learnt that this was not out of personal favouritism towards Gaius or
myself because, on this day in particular, he treated everyone, student,
employee or slave, the same.
“I’m glad to have the opportunity at last,” Palaemon declared, “to meet the
young person who’s currently occupying much of my star pupil’s spare time.” I
noticed Gaius, who was standing next to me, blush, a reaction clearly
deliberately induced by his teacher as a tease. However, the man politely did
not go too far in discomforting the youth, instead holding both Axenius and me
gently by the shoulders and guiding us towards one of the tables, allowing my
youthful lover to trail in our wake.
“Axenius and I haven’t eaten as yet,” Palaemon continued, “as we were waiting
for your arrival as the last of our guests. I’d like you to join us and tell
us about yourself.” I looked behind at Gaius, who had recovered from his
embarrassment, his face returning to its normal healthy hue and now exhibiting
a broad grin at seeing how well I had been greeted by his teacher. He told me
later that such a reception had not been unexpected, knowing the tutor’s
character, but he was still pleased to observe it at first hand.
After informally partaking of the magnificent repast, and chatting about
myself fully, inhibitions having been disarmed by the pleasant interested
company and gentle but probing questions from Palaemon in particular, I was
eventually left alone with Axenius, whilst Gaius and his teacher politely
circulated amongst the other guests. It was now that, taking my lead from the
famous tutor’s expert probing of my background, that I encouraged the 17 year-
old to tell me all about himself. It was the beginning of a lifelong
friendship, for we immediately acquired a mutual close affinity towards each
other, probably assisted by similar backgrounds in everything expect
nationality. I had, after all, been the young Germanian’s successor in the
household of Caius Silius.
The pleasant conversation between Axenius and myself was eventually
interrupted by two pretty, now 13 year-old boys, whom I immediately realized
were Persius and Quintilianus. I had not met them previously but they were
instantly recognizable from the descriptions Gaius had given me of his
roommates at Palaemon’s domus for residential pupils. I presumed that they
appreciated whom I was for similar reasons, plus the fact that I wore a highly
distinctive scarlet tunic emblazoned with Caius Silius’ motif.
I was soon satisfied that my assumption had been correct when Persius
suggested, with a broad grin, “You must be Bicilus. We’ve heard everything
about you!” He did so with a marked emphasis on the word ‘everything’ before
then sharing a little mischievous giggle with Quintilianus. However, their
teasing was both noticeably without malice and short lived because they now
went on to indulge Axenius and me in polite conversation, never once hinting
that we were what we were, slaves of much meaner status compared to their free
and high standing. It seemed that Palaemon’s liberal social attitudes had
spread not just to Gaius but to at least some of his other pupils too.
Gaius was typically not subsequently jealous of the friendship between Axenius
and me, which also brought me nearer to Palaemon. My youthful lover instead
seemed to take great pleasure in the development of the relationship, perhaps
mistakenly reassured that intimacies between eunuchs could not be sexual but,
knowing him, probably actually more to do with possessing an inherent trust
that I would not cheat on him. It was a faith that I did not dishonour, for
the closeness between the young Germanian and me has always remained truly
platonic. Nevertheless, it is an association that I shall treasure to my
grave. You can therefore see, reader, why the Ides of Martius will always be
dear to me.
(A school of gladiators, Rome, same time)
‘Numquam magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit.’
(‘There has never been a great spirit without a touch of insanity.’)
\- Seneca the Younger (‘De Tranquillitate Animis’)
Didius, as he now always did, seethed with rage. However, the only outward
display of his fury at his penectomy was the almost animal-like ferocity he
introduced to combat. It was therefore fortunate for his opponents that the
young man, recently discharged from the legions because of the terrible war
wound inflicted in Britannia, was only practising.
Didius was training to be a retiarius, one of the more vulnerable gladiators
because they possessed little armour, wearing only simple light tunics in
which they would use nets to try to trap their opponents in order to kill them
with tridents. However, the young man now cared little for his personal
welfare. He would have preferred, in his genitally disabled state, to have
gained glorious death in battle, in return for which his impoverished family
back in Italia would have received a small but nevertheless useful pension.
Unfortunately, this had been denied the 20 year-old by his centurion and other
commanding officers, who had rightly perceived some potentially dangerous
derangement in his subsequent outlook on life.
Didius had therefore returned to Rome determined to use his military skills,
not particularly outstanding previously, to become a gladiator, which
undoubtedly would prove to be a quick way to either death, and release from
his torment, or fortune. He was one of the few free men at the gladiator
school, which happened to be partly owned by Caius Silius. The 20 year-old was
currently preparing for his debut performance. This would take place in Rome’s
Campus Martius and was scheduled to take place towards the end of Maius, when
the Emperor Claudius would be celebrating Rome’s 800th birthday by hosting,
over several days, ‘Ludi Saeculares’, or ‘Secular Games’, customarily held
only every century, or ‘saeculum’.
I was actually to watch Didius’ debut, although not at the behest of my master
who, by partly sponsoring the young man’s training, would receive a share of
any honour and other rewards accrued by the 20 year-old for any successes.
Instead, it was Gaius who took me to my first gladiatorial games. However,
before that came about, Axenius had asked me to accompany him to another
bloody spectacle.
(The ‘House of Cybele’, plebeian quarter, Rome, same time)
‘Illi robur et aes triplex circa pectus erat, qui fragilem truci commisit
pelago ratem primus.’
(‘As hard as oak and three times bronze was the heart of him who first
committed a fragile vessel to the keeping of wild waves.’)
\- Horace
The young black, now well-used, male prostitute was once again crying
profusely. He had found the four months, or to him a seeming eternity, in the
‘House of Cybele’ to be worse than his imaginings of the cruelest underworld.
However, his owners, and particularly his mistress, had driven him on
remorselessly to earn more profits.
Nigerina had proven very popular, the slight, misguiding but very attractive
effeminacy in his face stimulating much custom. Many of the clients had been
very unpleasant, if not utterly awful and cruel, and sobbing was a frequent
consequence of recent service. The last patron had been particularly nasty,
both in terms of physical and mental abuse.
Nigerina was not looking forward to receiving any more patrons, in the small
spartan bedroom that comprised his principal place of work. However, the now
17 year-old knew that he had both to service men for many more hours on this
day and to dry his tears in readiness to do so. The youth had just about
achieved the latter aim, as well as redress in his, for him, very demeaning
feminine garb, when the next customer arrived.
Nigerina tried to smile sweetly and seductively at the man before he asked
what the client precisely desired.
“I want only to talk,” announced Cephas.
(Antiocheia, the Roman Imperial Colony of Pisidea in Asia Minor, same time)
‘Dare to look up to God and say “Make use of me for the future as Thou wilt. I
am of the same mind. I am one with Thee. I refuse nothing which seems good to
Thee. Lead me whither Thou wilt. Clothe me in whatever dress Thou wilt."’
\- Epictetus
Paul had reluctantly decided to defer his intended missionary for another
year. Although the environment of Antiocheia had been good for his health, he
and others still did not consider him well enough to leave on the travels that
he now earnestly desired to make.
Paul therefore prayed to his God that he would be able to pursue his mission
in the following year. Meanwhile, he would continue his efforts to convert as
many as possible of the local population of Antiocheia to the true faith.
(Via Flamina, Rome, same time)
‘Wherefore great mother of gods, and mother of beasts,
And parent of man hath she alone been named.
Her hymned the old and learned bards of Greece.’
\- Lucretius (‘On the Nature of Things’)
Once the very friendly Persius and Quintilianus had finally allowed us the
opportunity, Axenius confided privately in me that one of his present passions
was a devotion to Cybele. He asked me whether I might be interested in
observing some of the goddess’ ceremonies taking place on that very day, the
Ides of Martius. I replied positively and later, in the compliant company of
Gaius and Hylas, my new friend took me to see the procession of the gallae
reed-bearers, or ‘canna intrat’, to their temple on the Palatine. We also
watched some of the musical plays commemorating the story of Attis. The next
day, the ‘Nesteia’, a 9-day abstinence from bread and wine, fish and fowl,
accompanied by meditation on the Great Mother’s grief for Attis, would begin
for the priesthood, most of whom stayed between festivals in their sanctuary
on the Vatican. This location is named after the many ‘vaticinari’ or
‘fortunetellers’ to be found there.
Axenius later enquired whether I would like to see more of Cybele’s festivals.
By now, I was quite intrigued, perhaps because the goddess’ priesthood
primarily comprised fellow eunuchs who appeared to be thoroughly enjoying
themselves. None seemed to be as inhibited as my new friend claimed to have
been in publicly disporting himself as a female. However, I had to advise the
young Germanian that I would only be allowed by Caius Silius to attend if
Gaius secured my release.
As it turned out, because of household duties, I could not observe the ‘abor
intrat’, or ‘procession of the (sacred) tree’, a pine adorned with magenta
ribbons, violets and images of Cybele and Attis, or the rituals of ‘dies
maeroris’, respectively 7 and 8 days later. The latter is a day of mourning
for the fallen sun-child. It comprises much wailing and beating of tambourines
and includes a great procession celebrating Attis, which is accompanied by the
regal music of trumpets and circumambulates the goddess’ temple.
Instead, I was to be present on the ‘dies sanguinis’, or ‘day of blood’, 9
days later, which commemorates the emasculation and death of Attis beneath the
pine tree. This is when new gallae are initiated into the mysteries of Cybele,
indulging in the transforming rite of personal castration.
The fasting of the ‘Nesteia’ then ends at the ‘mesonyctium’, or ‘midnight
vigil’, when the Archigallus declares to the freshly self-emasculated new
priests “Be of good heart, you novices, because the god is redeemed!
Deliverance from distress will also come for us!”
(To be continued in chapter XIV – ‘Ululations’)
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The Redneck | TESTICLES, Joke | redneck goes to a clinic for an operation. Things do not go quite as he expected.. | ` One day, a burly redneck went into the clinic run by the woman doctor who
served his backwoods village. `
"Doctor," he boomed in a loud, deep voice. "I'm tired of women harrassing me
and making my life a misery....I want you to castrate me!!"
"A-a-are you sure??" stuttered the doctor.
"Of course I'm sure!!" said the redneck. "Stop messing about, hurry up and
castrate me!!"
Sure this was what he wanted, she put the redneck under the anaesthetic. She
cut out his two male jewels, and put them into the incinerator, where she put
all discarded organs.
As the redneck came round from the anaesthetic, the doctor said, "I notice you
were never circumcised. Do you want me to do that while you're still here?"
"Th-th-that's what I meant!!" screeched the redneck in a strange, high-pitched
voice. "'Circumcise'....that's what I meant!!D-d-doctor...w-w-what have you
done??"
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Blue Balls | GAY, TESTICLES, Other: Violent, snuff? | A young French exhibitionist loses all | The usual disclaimers apply here. Be over 21 to read this and make
certain it is legal where you are. This is written for a small and
select audience who wish to view such an item. All characters are
fictional and any similarity to individuals either living or dead
is purely coincidental. Please do not repost without my
permission. My e-mail address for such requests is located at the
bottom of this story.
Blue Balls
By
Bernie
I had known Yann and Kyle for quite some time. Yann, was a slim
Frenchman, who’d allowed the sun to turn his hairless chest and
skin a deep golden tan, and bleach his naturally light brown hair
almost gold, which set off his emerald green eyes. A man whose
ample uncut seven-inch cock backed up by his large smooth shaved
balls coupled with a very pert ass were the envy of many. While he
was pushing 40 at age 39, his looks and demeanor made him look a
good ten years younger. Yann's undoing was that he was not afraid
to show off his assets to their best. He loved going unclothed and
exhibiting his body to all who wanted to look, or feel. Kyle on the
other hand was my tattoo artist. He was well built, six feet two of
solid muscle, dark brown eyes, a mop of unruly black hair, and the
classic Irish cream complexion that burned as soon as the sun
touched him. Kyle had a mean streak, which never showed itself in
his parlor, but it sure did in the back rooms he liked to visit. It
was in one of these secluded spots that Kyle met Yann, and where he
decided that he would at last be able to hold the world in his
hands. Yann liked to show off his equipment while offering it to
any whom would take it away from him. Kyle was bound to first
tattoo the earth on Yann’s sack, then remove it from him for a coin
purse which, so he could always hold the world in his hands.
The session was a publicly staged event at the Iron Cross several
weeks ago. A crowd of about twenty heavily pierced and tattooed men
showed up for the show. Yann had never had a tattoo before and he
really didn't know what he was getting into with this one on one of
the most sensitive areas on the male body. That didn't bother Kyle
at all. He knew what he was going to inflict that night, and he
knew what he was going to inflict on Yann four weeks later when the
tat had healed.
The room was very warm so that Yann's balls would hang nice and
low. Yann was firmly attached by his wrists, ankles, waist, and
thighs to the "X" shaped iron cross for which the bar was named.
While he always kept his balls shaved, Kyle made certain that there
wasn't a hair left to mar his artwork this evening. Using warm,
almost hot water, Kyle first soaked Yann's balls, thoroughly
wetting them. Then he swirled on the shaving cream. Yann of course
was completely hard and had started dripping precum from the
attentions he was receiving. Using a straight razor, Kyle carefully
and lovingly removed what little hair Yann had missed in his
ministrations. Once the balls were completely denuded Kyle taped
Yann's throbbing cock to his abdomen to keep it out of the way
while he prepared to start the tattoo.
Yann and I met at the Coffee Trader about a week before his "event"
for some morning coffee. He asked, "Why is Kyle interested in me?"
My reply was to the point, "One, you are exactly his type. Two, you
like to show off your very nice equipment. Three, he knows you're
interested in what he wants to do. And four, he knows you are going
to agree. I wish you the best because I know that once you sign up
with Kyle, you won't be around for long, and I'm going to miss you."
Yann of course did agree, and yes I miss him. At one time we were a
bit more than friends, but less than lovers. Once the shaving was
done Kyle completely coated Yann's ball sac with stick deodorant
and then applied his specially designed template. He carefully
patted the tissue bearing the outline of his work into place and
allowed the ink to transfer to the skin. Then he removed the
template and prepared his tools. The transfer outlined the
continents, some salient features of the earth and areas of
swirling clouds. Once the template was transferred only someone who
knew what to look for would recognize what was to be done. But Kyle
had already visualized his finished product in his head, and the
transferred design was only like a musical score to the symphony of
color he was to produce.
Milking the orbs to the bottom of the sack, Kyle picked up his
electric engraver, fitted with the narrowest outlining needle, and
dipped it in the black ink. The buzz it produced reminded me of a
dentist's chair as he was about to drill out a cavity, and at the
same time, brought a tingle to both of my arms which bore examples
of Kyle's work. The right arm bears a Chinese dragon done in greens
highlighted with yellow that only took an hour's work. My left arm
bears a Celtic griffin in metallic hues, which required two and
half hours in the chair. Two and half hours which felt like fire
before he was finished. What Yann was about to face would take even
longer and on a much more sensitive area of the body. Kyle started
outlining the continent of Antarctica at the very bottom of Yann's
sack. A tattoo needle only penetrates the first three sections of
skin. However, where Kyle was working the skin was very thin.
As soon as the needle started to outline the area, Yann's body
tensed. The effect of the rapidly moving needle was immediately
translated to his testicles. The pain built as long as Kyle kept
the tool moving over the outline. Only when he stopped to refill
the well of the tool did the pain dull. Yann did not have much time
to recover, as Kyle was a fast worker. Yann's whimpers soon became
full moans of pain as his body tried to pull away from his
attacker. But his bonds held him place halting any attempt to
remove himself from the onslaught. Yann's only respite came when
Kyle finished each continent and cloud mass to be delineated on his
jewels. After about an hour the outlining was completed, and Yann
was left panting and quietly crying in pain. Little did he know
that the worst was yet to come.
With the outlining done, the fill work was about to commence. The
Earth is a complex geometry of blues, whites, and browns when seen
from space. This is what Kyle was about to recreate on Yann's ball
sack. The first colors to go on were the dark browns of the
continents. The fill needles are a cluster ranging from as few as
three needles to as many as 10 needles fused together at their
bases but allowing the heads to run free. While the fill doesn't
hurt as much as the outlining, because the areas would be traveled
over several times in close succession, the effect on Yann's balls
was even more painful. Kyle first applied the dark browns of the
mountain areas, to be followed with yellow highlights in the same
areas. Then he moved on to the lighter browns of the lowlands. All
the while Yann convulsed in his bounds, his screams mingling with
the cheers of the audience as the design progressed. Once the
landmasses were done Kyle moved on to the oceans. First the dark
blues, then the light blues, and finally the turquoises of the
Caribbean and Mediterranean seas, and Indian Ocean. Then he started
to apply the white highlights of the cloud elements of the planet.
Unfortunately Yann was not with us to witness this miracle as he
had passed out when Kyle applied the final colors to the Great
Barrier Reef. After four hours of work, Kyle was coated with sweat.
But his masterpiece was complete. Now he only had to wait for
Yann's ball sack to heal before he would have what he wanted.
Yann was to spend the next four weeks with Kyle. He was led naked
from the club to Kyle's waiting car and then on to Kyle's
studio/home. A fresh tattoo weeps lymph and excess ink for the
first couple of days. During that period the tat should be exposed
to as much air as possible and it should be gently coated with an
antibacterial salve. Kyle followed this regimen quite rigidly with
Yann, applying A and D ointment on a regular basis. For these first
two days all Yann had to do was lay about the house and rest. This
was hardly a difficult assignment as his balls were quite too sore
to do much else anyway. After the first couple of days, the tattoo
undergoes a change as it begins to scab or scale over. At this
point the inexperienced will wonder why they got one as its
appearance is anything but pretty. The third and fourth days tend
to be the sorest as the area around the tattoo feels extremely
bruised. However, applications of a hand cream such as Intensive
Care helps to keep the scales moist and allows the skin to slowly
heal. Kyle's attentions to Yann during this period were truly
heartwarming. Yann was feeling better day by day and as Kyle
applied the cream to his sack he of course started to react
sexually. Now Kyle was never one to let a good thing pass unnoticed
and returned the attention. Having Yann on all fours afforded Kyle
a good approach to the balls, which he coated with a thin coat of
lotion stroking the excess up along Yann's engorged cock. And of
course while he had the bottle in hand massaging a bit into Yann's
asshole wouldn't hurt either. Then gently stroking Yann's sack to
help the scales start to fall away, Kyle gently nudged the head of
his cock into Yann's waiting hole. The fuck went on and on as Kyle
had great control, but he finally dumped into his waiting
receptacle. Now just to show that he really was a good guy after
all, he sucked Yann's prick into his mouth. Slicking back the
foreskin with his tongue he started a tongue and throat massage of
Yann's cock, bringing the horny Frenchman to a mind-blowing climax.
The weeks passed quickly for Yann. The unsightly tattoo suddenly
shed all of its scales in the second week and revealed itself in
all of its glory. It was as if the earth itself was suspended just
below his cock. The clouds almost appeared to move across the face
of the earth as his testicles moved and jiggled in their
illuminated sack. Kyle continued to tend to his prize giving him
pleasure as he took it himself. But all good things must come to an
end and last Saturday was the end of the fourth week and the day
that Yann returned to the Iron Cross.
Once again Yann found himself bound to the iron cross, firmly
secured at wrists, ankles, waist and thighs so that he could not
move. The same crowd of men who watched the tattooing was there to
witness the next act of Yann's submission. Once again the room was
heated to allow Yann's balls to hang as low as possible. But this
time Kyle did not have his tattoo equipment with him, only a very
sharp scalpel.
Kyle took Yann's cock in hand and gently starting masturbating him.
Yann readily responded. His seven-inch cock expanded and its head
poked up and out of its restraining and protective sleeve. Kyle
engulfed the cock working his head up and down the shaft bringing
forth moans of pleasure from Yann. Kyle continued as we watched
Yann's balls draw upwards, preparing for their final release. As
Yann was about to cum, Kyle pulled off and finished him by hand.
Yann cried out in relief as we watched his cum fly out of his piss
slit to land on the floor. Kyle sat back on his haunches and waited
for Yann's balls to relax and stretch out in their confines once
again.
Kyle gently pulled the tender orbs downward and picked up the
scalpel. He inserted the tip just below Yann's cock and started his
cut. Pulling the skin away he slowly cut around the attachment of
Yann's scrotum to his body. Yann was going out of his mind now with
pain as his sack, but not the contents, was slowly severed from his
body. When Kyle had completed the cut he pulled down on the sack,
cutting it away from the now denuded orbs which were feeling air
for the first time. Kyle set his prize aside and returned his
attention to Yann.
Yann's balls were dancing on their cords, attempting to reestablish
their comfort as they pulled first up towards his body and then
lowered again on the cords. The initial pain had lessened, but the
greater pain was still to come. Kyle took the left ball into his
hand and pulled it away from Yann's body. He slit the cords holding
the ball causing Yann to let out a scream. Kyle paused in his work
to run his hands over Yann's pain racked body. As Yann's breathing
quieted, he repeated the action on the right orb. This time it was
too much for Yann and he passed out from the pain. While Yann was
out, Kyle cauterized the wound stopping the bleeding, and using
some of the slackened skin from Yann's now flaccid cock sewed the
wound shut.
Kyle was now done with Yann. He turned to his old friend Hill and
said, "He's all yours now."
Hill's reply was, "Thanks, my freezer is pretty empty right now.
He'll do nicely."
Hill retrieved Yann from the iron cross and led him out of the
club. That was the last I saw of Yann. Once Hill had fresh
livestock they didn't last for long. I vividly remember hearing
about Hill and Dale and Dale's search for a violent end. I knew
what was to become of Yann. However, though Yann was gone he was
not forgotten. Every time Kyle went out his very special coin purse
accompanied him. A purse of leather, which looked, like the earth.
And every day Kyle held the earth in his hands. An earth made of
Yann.
Bernie
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Laci's Potion, the Second Installment | STRAIGHT, WARNING, TESTICLES | Laci continues to improve and test her delightful perfume. | ` Laci's Potion, the Second Installment `
When we last followed our girl's adventures with her special perfume, she was
returning from a successful night. She had placed a male completely in her
power, even to the point where he had done her bidding by actually nailing his
cock and balls to a tabletop. As she left the scene of the intensely exciting
encounter, she was fingering herself to her second orgasm of the night, while
planning the next step on the road to exacting her long-awaited revenge.
As she awoke in her large water bed the next morning, Laci once again reviewed
how easy it had been to capture the man and make him follow her orders to the
letter. As she visualized him driving the nails through his balls, and then
the head of his penis, imprisoning him to the wooden table, her hand was again
busy. Again she felt the ecstasy that Mother Nature has given to women, as
their just reward for being required to perpetuate the human race. She was
sure that Mom wouldn't object if a few of the orgasms didn't result in babies.
After all, men masturbated at the drop of a hat, so it was simple fairness
that women should do the same.
She lay there in the warm afterglow of her third climax in twelve hours, and
idly reviewed her plans for the next foray. She wanted to wait several days
before capturing her second victim, not only to see if there had been any sort
of police involvement, but also to let her anticipation and excitement grow.
She knew that what she had planned for the second man would be even more
arousing than the first, and was sure her orgasm would be that much better if
it were delayed.
Several days passed while she continued working in her laboratory, her active
mind engaged in improving the formula even more. She wanted to be able to
apply the perfume to the back of her hand, and have it remain in a dilute
state until she was ready for the final capture. That was more easily
accomplished than she had imagined, and it happened because she remembered a
type of magazine advertisement known as "scratch and sniff."
It was child's play for her to mix the potion in a dilute form, and then mix
in incredibly small, hollow polymer balls. The balls were filled with the
concentrated solution, and when she idly scratched her hand, they would be
broken. The perfume would then become overpoweringly captivating to a male,
and he would be in her complete power.
She experimented with the new potion by applying a small amount to the back of
one hand, and then driving to a service station about fifty miles from her
home. She had chosen a time of day when there would be few customers at the
station, as she didn't want uninvited observers, especially if they were men
who would become instantly lust-crazed, and try to gang-rape her.
She pulled up to the full-service pump and sat waiting for the attendant. The
new mixture had been placed on the back of her left hand, and she lightly
rested it against the top of the door, with the window open, as she sat there.
The attendant was quite young, probably no more than eighteen. Laci quickly
dismissed him as a high-school dropout, unable to get a better job. She had
little sympathy for any creatures of the male persuasion, and none at all for
those who didn't try to improve themselves. This particular male would receive
her special scorn, and she decided to make her visit an opportunity to
humiliate him, rather than simply use him as a test subject.
The boy walked up beside her open car window and leaned down to say, "May I
help you, ma'am?" That put his nose less than a foot away from her left hand,
and she watched intently as his nostrils flared slightly. A look of momentary
confusion passed across his face, and as he drew in another breath of the
enticing scent, he said in a husky voice, "That's the best perfume I've ever
smelled. I wish my girlfriend would wear it. Can you tell me where you bought
it? Please?"
Laci smiled in satisfaction at his reaction, then casually gave him the name
of the perfume that she had licensed a few years before. She was sure the kid
would rush out to buy a bottle for his girlfriend, and that would mean another
ten cents added to her royalty check.
After he had assured her he'd be sure to get some of the scent, he again asked
what he could do for her. She told him to put $20.00 worth of premium in the
tank, and then watched as he hurried to do so.
It was almost comical to her how he rushed back to wash the windshield, taking
extra pains to stand as close as possible to her hand. As she casually checked
out his jeans-covered crotch, she was sure she could detect a growing bulge
there. That confirmed to her that the formula was still potent, and she was
impatient to run the next test.
After spending as much time as he could standing beside her window, the
attendant hurried back to the running hose and carefully stopped it at the
correct amount. He then rushed back to Laci's window and again leaned close to
her hand.
This time, the full potency of the formula hit him right between the eyes.
During his absence, Laci had idly scratched the back of her hand, breaking the
tiny globes and releasing the full-strength potion. As she held the $20.00
bill in that hand, the kid leaned closer and closer, almost as if drawn by the
most powerful magnet in the world.
He began fervently kissing and licking her hand, while blushing as brightly as
anyone she'd ever seen. When he tried to apologize, she said quietly, "There's
no need to apologize. I'm glad you like my perfume. Does it make your little
pecker hard to smell it?"
That seemed to increase his embarrassment even more, and he tried to speak but
could only stammer a muffled, "Yes." She didn't need the confirmation, since a
quick glance at his crotch revealed the tented condition of his jeans.
She smiled even more broadly when she saw another car pulling in behind hers,
and said, "If you want to have sex with me, then earn it by jacking off. Take
your little dick out of your pants and stroke it."
The kid stepped back far enough to give himself room to unzip his pants, and
then struggled to pull out his engorged penis. As he began to pump his
disgusting member, Laci drove away. Looking back at the scene in her mirror,
she saw the other car pull up in the space where hers had been, and began to
laugh as she imagined the reaction of the woman driver and her passengers.
Confident now that her plan was viable, she drove home, her mind busily
engaged with reviewing her carefully-laid plans. She was now sure that any
male she chose as her next victim would willingly, and probably
enthusiastically, follow her orders to the letter, no matter how painful they
would prove to be.
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Another two weeks passed, and Laci used the time to hone her scheme, and also
to check the local newspapers and television news broadcasts for any
reference, however slight, to a police report of a woman forcing a man to
abuse himself. When nothing caught her attention after that much time had
passed, she was sure that her first two victims had managed to cover up the
true situation, probably out of embarrassment and shame. That suited her just
fine, and she hoped that all the males she planned to capture in the future
would react in the same manner.
By the time a full month had passed since she had entertained herself with the
"carpenter", Laci's next excursion was ready to be put into motion. She had
purchased a second wig and contact lenses that would change the color of her
eyes. Entirely different makeup would be used this second time, further
ensuring anyone who had seen her the first time would not recognize her.
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The following Saturday, Laci drove to the city and picked up the rental car as
arranged. Again she rented a room at a poorly-lighted motel, being careful to
specify one that was as far as possible from the office.
She had a leisurely dinner while carefully observing the way the other diners
looked at her. Again she was satisfied that none of them had detected anything
at all odd about her disguise, and her confidence peaked. She knew it was now
time to begin her hunt.
After driving several blocks, Laci arrived at her chosen hunting ground. She
had decided to select her prey at a bowling alley this time, for a very
special reason. Her father had been (and probably still was, for all she knew)
an avid bowler. In fact, it had been his practice to refer to his disgusting
penis as "my number 10 pin" whenever he forced it inside her child-sized
vagina, and she still had nightmares about him saying that. She was sure it
would give her extra satisfaction to introduce a fellow bowler to the
pleasures of self abuse that night, and for that reason she'd chosen that
location.
She had no intention of bowling, and indeed hadn't the slightest idea how to
even play the mindless game. All she wanted to do was find an unattached male,
and then capture him. After that, she'd just do what came naturally. Which,
naturally enough, would involve his pain, and her pleasure.
As she stood inside the entrance of the building, she surveyed the people
bowling and standing around other areas. There were many suitable males there,
but nearly all of them were with others of their kind. She knew it would be
more difficult to separate her victim from a group, so she continued to watch
the crowd, hoping to find a loner.
As she waited there, the door opened and a man walked through. He was probably
thirty years old, and Laci supposed that other women would have called him
handsome. However, to her his air of self-assured superiority took precedence
over anything else, and she immediately experienced an intense desire to
destroy his good opinion of himself, in that special way that she could
employ, but no other woman could.
She had dabbed some of the dilute formula behind her ears before leaving her
car, and knew that all she needed to do was get within about six feet of the
man in order to begin the process of capturing him. It didn't require any
action on her part to do that, however, since he began to approach her, intent
on making yet another conquest. His attitude was plain to see, and it was that
he was a prime male and any female in the vicinity was his by right.
It gave her a special thrill in her crotch to think of this egotistical
creature reduced to a pitiful shell of his former self, begging for her
favors. She smiled as he approached, trying her best to appear as just another
brainless cunt, glad to be favored with the attentions of this supreme
specimen of manhood.
It was all she could do to stifle her laughter as she saw the immediate change
in her prey's demeanor as he inhaled the first whiff of her scent. As with the
other men, his nostrils flared as he tried to breathe in even more of the
heavenly aroma. His eyes were fastened intently on her, and he was clearly
struggling to remember his pick-up line that had always worked so well in the
past.
Laci rescued him by cutting directly to the chase, saying softly, "I want to
be alone with you. Let's step outside." Those simple words must have been the
answer to his most fervent prayer, as evidenced by the moronic smile that
crossed his face. His intense, "Yes", was all she needed to know that there
was no escaping for him now. He was hers to do with as she would, and what she
intended to do was going to be very exciting, indeed.
She took his hand and led him out the door. As soon as they were alone, she
scratched the back of her hand to release the concentrated perfume. When she
held it to his face, one breath was all it took for his eyes to glaze over,
and his mouth to hang open. That was the signal that there was no reason to
waste any more time, so she led him to her car. After opening the rear door,
she ordered her captive to get inside and lie on the floor. She covered him
with a blanket, then said, "If you want to fuck me, don't even think about
peeking. If you make even the slightest noise, I'll find some other man to
have sex with." She then closed the door and walked around to the driver's
side and got in the car.
The drive to her motel room took less than 15 minutes, and at no time did she
hear anything from her prisoner. She had been careful to spray some of the
scent on the blanket before entering the bowling alley, and knew the man was
probably delirious from arousal by that time. That would make it much easier
to have her way with him that night.
After parking as close as possible to her room, she opened the rear door and
ordered the man to get out. One quick glance at her captive's face was all
that was needed to confirm her supposition that he was still her prisoner. His
face was almost completely blank of any expression other than unbridled lust.
His eyes were so glazed as to be almost clouded. His mouth was partially open,
and his breathing was short and rapid. All-in-all, he seemed to be nothing
more than a male animal in heat. Laci knew he would do whatever she told him,
and that was quickly confirmed as she ordered him to undress as soon as the
motel door closed behind them.
The poor thing almost tore the clothes from his body in his haste to please
her. In a matter of seconds, he stood before her completely naked, with his
engorged penis bobbing up and down and leaking a seemingly endless stream of
its disgusting slime. Laci felt a wave of revulsion sweep over her, and her
resolve to punish the creature for having such an ugly thing hanging off his
body was redoubled. She said simply, "Get on the bed."
The man groaned in anticipation and hurried to do her bidding. He hesitated
for a split second as he saw the plastic sheeting that she had draped over the
bed on her earlier visit, but then quickly lay flat on it. His revolting
member seemed to be even larger than ever, and the pre-cum was now dripping
steadily from the thing as it bobbed like a metronome.
Laci then began talking to him, reciting the words she'd spent so long
rehearsing while she anticipated this very moment. She knew the next few
minutes were crucial to the success of her entire venture, for if she could
make this man follow her instructions then she would have no problems gaining
the same sort of co-operation from the men to follow.
"I would never let a man have sex with me unless he'd proved himself to be
very brave. Are you willing to prove to me how brave you are? Will you do
whatever I ask of you? If you won't, you can just leave now."
The expression of the victim's face was priceless. He clearly wanted nothing
more than to fuck this oh-so-beautiful, this so wonderful, this extremely sexy
woman. However, she now seemed to be saying that he'd have to "prove" himself
before she'd allow it. His befogged brain and his lust-filled body were
screaming at him to do whatever it took to please her, and he nodded
vigorously. His throat was so tight, and his mouth so dry, that he could
barely utter a sound. Finally he panted, "Yes! Please! I'll do anything!"
Laci then directed him to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard.
Although confused by her instructions, and distracted by his lust, he obeyed
her. She then reached in her large handbag and pulled out a small jar, half
filled with clear liquid. After placing it on the nightstand beside the bed,
she again placed her hand in the purse.
This time what she drew forth caused a momentary look of fright to pass over
the man's face, for he obviously recognized the thing, and that understanding
warred openly with his arousal. Laci held the thing between them, reveling in
the look of fear it produced. She had lovingly inspected it many times as she
made her plans for this hunting trip, and every tiny feature was engraved in
her memory as she looked at it again.
It was about six inches long, with a tubular handle. The whole thing was
chrome plated, and gleamed in the light from the table lamp. However, the part
that shone the brightest was the specially-shaped razor blade attached to one
end. Any boy who had ever worked on models would immediately recognize it as
an X-Acto knife, and would know that it was a very good tool for carving and
cutting almost anything.
She said simply, "I want your left nut. If you want to fuck me, cut it off and
put it in the jar. Do it now, and then you can stick your big cock in my tight
little pussy." Her crude words seemed to inflame him even more, if possible,
but there was still hesitation in his manner as he slowly extended his hand
toward hers.
At last he grasped the knife. Again he hesitated, as if unsure what to do.
Laci helped him by saying, "Spread your legs as wide as you can. Slice open
your sac on the left side, but don't go too deep. I don't want my trophy to be
damaged. Hurry. My pussy is dripping wet, and it wants your cock in it right
now. Do it!"
His reluctance was evident as he slowly spread his legs, then moved his hand
toward his crotch. Laci realized he needed more motivation to do as she had
ordered, and again scratched the back of her hand. She held it under his nose,
saying, "Breathe deeply. Smell my wonderful scent."
Following one intake of air, his face cleared of all warring emotions. To her
intense satisfaction, he once again displayed only lust and craving. His hand
quickly brought the knife to his crotch, and he very carefully drew the tip of
the blade along the left side of the sac.
Laci had found a video on the Internet which was a closeup of a man being
castrated, so she was not entirely surprised by what she saw. As the point of
the blade made the incision, a tiny trail of blood followed it. What was
different this time, though, was that her victim had a hardon. That made his
skin taut, and as it was split open it separated. The white membrane that
contained his left nut was then exposed to her avid gaze, and she eagerly
urged him to cut it open also, again instructing him to avoid cutting her
prize.
As soon as the membrane parted, she could see the pinkish-gray thing, and her
feeling of revulsion and hatred seemed to redouble. There peeking out of its
lifelong home was the part of a male that drove his life, and that had
motivated her brother, and then her father, to rape her ten-year-old body. It
was all she could do to keep from grabbing the knife and stabbing the thing
repeatedly to punish it.
With a shaking voice, she whispered, "Squeeze it out. Hurry! I want to see
it."
Using his left hand, her captive roughly forced the nut from its hiding place.
She ordered him to stretch it out in front of his body, and after taking a few
seconds to look closely at the repulsive thing, she again reached in her
handbag.
This time she brought out a spool of black thread. Working quickly, with hands
that were trembling with her own arousal, she wrapped the thread several times
around the cord that still connected the orb to the man's crotch. After
pulling it as tight as she could without breaking it, she tied a simple knot.
She made him use the knife to cut the thread above the knot, then picked up
the jar from the table. She quickly unscrewed the lid, knowing her ability to
concentrate was almost at an end. Her rapid, ragged breathing, and the feeling
of intense burning in her pussy signaled that she was close to cumming, and
she knew she must hurry to the end of this drama.
Holding the jar toward the man, she said in a husky whisper, "Cut it off!
Hurry! Put it in here! Do it now!"
With no hesitation whatsoever, he lowered the knife and placed the cutting
edge against the tied-off cord. One swipe was all that was required to free
his ball, and he then dropped it into the liquid, all the while groaning and
gasping with the pain he'd given himself.
With her last ounce of concentration, Laci replaced the lid, screwing it down
tightly. With that done, she dropped the container on the bed. Her legs seemed
to have a will of their own, and clenched together tighter than at any time in
her life. Her vagina began to spasm then, and her orgasm swept over her in
wave after wave of ecstasy.
She had no way of knowing how long the climax lasted, but she was sure it had
been the longest and most intense of her life. Her body was spent, and it took
several moments for her to find the strength to raise her head and look at the
man who had been the author of her intense pleasure.
His head was hanging low, as the warring emotions of lust and pain fought to
overcome him. He was looking at Laci through half-closed eyes, and his mouth
was hanging open, drawing in ragged breaths. He was moaning without stopping,
and as she looked at his still-raging penis, she knew his arousal was still
dominant. She gave a fleeting thought to giving him relief with her hand, but
decided he hadn't earned that much consideration.
Instead of doing that, she pulled a small bottle from her purse and removed
the lid. The stench of chloroform pervaded the air, and she held her head well
away from the bottle. Holding it under his nose, she said, "Breathe this."
He was already on the verge of unconsciousness, and a single inhalation pushed
him over. His body slumped sideways, and his eyes closed as sleep overtook
him.
Laci then looked at his crotch, still spread wide. She could see a small pool
of blood on the plastic sheeting, and was surprised there wasn't more of the
stuff. The incision was dripping slowly, but certainly not as much as she had
expected. She decided it was for the best, since it would mean the session was
not really all that life-threatening. That in turn would diminish the police
involvement. That also was good.
Even though the blood loss wasn't much, she still followed through with her
carefully made plans. She had brought three heavy-duty clothespins with her,
and she used them to pinch together the edges of the incision. She was pleased
to see the blood flow stop almost entirely.
In a matter of moments, she had gathered up her belongings and was out the
door. She drove slowly away from the motel, secure in the knowledge there was
literally no way for anyone to ever trace her from what evidence could be
found in the room. Her disguise altered her appearance drastically from what
she actually looked like. The gloves she had worn all day meant there were no
fingerprints in either the room or the rented car. The plastic sheeting and
the clothespins had been purchased weeks before, in another city. All that
meant that the effort required to connect her with the castrated man would
demand DNA testing, and that was certainly too time-consuming and expensive
for the police to use in a case where the man had obviously cooperated, even
to the point of wielding the knife with his own hand. She doubted there was
any way to be any safer.
As had happened the first time, when she drove home that night she reviewed
the intensely exciting scenes she'd witnessed. There was no doubt in her mind
now that a captive male would follow any orders she gave him, and when the
next hunt had been completed there was certain to be another type of trophy in
her jar. Just the thought of that caused her to fantasize about what the third
victim would do to himself, and the result was that her hand once again
strayed to her crotch.
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Tease Me Off (Volume 8) | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Boe Boe is trapped in a private sex club and faces doom! | ` Tease Me Off (Volume 8) `
By teez
Boe Boe is trapped in a private sex club and faces doom!
I never should have joined the "Puppy Club", and I know it's just a matter of
time before I am simply castrated during one of my punishment sessions. Sure I
could just call it quits any time, but loose my $50,000 deposit and risk
public exposure. Although the money is in my gorgeous female owners name, she
is legally contracted to never be able to spend it unless I quit the club
without notice. She must also give it back after 2 years of my services as her
dog! So if I ever want a clean break, I have to put up with each weekend of
being her sexually frustrated and obedient puppy, securely locked in a dog
costume.
In the club, wealthy masters would exclusively buy and train female puppy
subs, while the mistresses of equal status only buy and train the males. When
a new recruit puppy gets displayed, he/she is virtually auctioned to a new
mistress or master. The money goes directly into supporting the needs and get-
togethers of the club events. The training is the main kink and attraction
behind joining the club. We are forced to act and function as a real pet dog
for our owner. Beyond this simple concept is a brutal part of training that
promotes puppy-breeding entertainment, induced by the frustrations and
humiliations in acting out life as a dog! We are constantly worked on during
training sessions to become aroused and excited for other club pups only. The
flip side is the severe punishment sessions for showing arousal toward our
master or mistress owner.
The dog suits are very impressive. Made of stiff breathable leather and an
outer fur coating. You could not get into the suit completely without help,
and once you were suited up, it was absolutely impossible to remove. The
leggings of the suit prevent you from standing upright. The arms constrict any
elbow bending, and the paw design hinders any real use of your hands. When
finally outfitted, it is virtually seamless and locked on with tiny padlocks.
The head covering of the suit gives you a "pug" like appearance, and allows
full usage of your mouth. There is also a variety of different "rectally
inserted" puppy tails. Each consisting of a tortuous dildo in varying sizes,
topped with a fancy styled fur-tail extension piece. They're diabolically
entertaining punishment used for discipline.
Female puppy training is often painful to the girl subs, but never permanently
altering their bodies. A puppy-girl's main goal in training is to encourage a
male club pup to mate with them on their master's command. The suit prevents
the girls from accessing their own vaginas, or even a gratuitous nipple rub.
They wear ingenious teasing devices that keep them incredibly horny for most
of their degrading weekend. They are meticulously forced to practice
humiliating male-stimulation activities, like licking the master's penis into
an erection and keeping him indefinitely hard for hours without causing an
ejaculation. An owner's ejaculation, or a bitch that loses control and breaks
into a full blowjob is cruelly punished. Vaginal shocks, whippings, and a
variety of creative torments from the master keeps the girls in line. This
must cause a heightened need for sexual relief. They never quit the club, show
very strong obedience, and are highly motivated (or desperately horny) on
breeding day.
Male pups like myself is a whole different story. A mere erection in front of
an owner, or her guests, is a seriously punished crime. These male-pup owners
can be unbelievably cruel and inventive. They are completely dedicated to
tricking us into erections for demented corrective action. They are all
incredibly hot babes, which makes self-control even harder. We are constantly
fondled for reactions and sometimes have to wear little devises labeled "Tease
Me Off", that for the most part, tease the living shit out of you then
castrate you (for real) if you're unfortunate enough to ejaculate. Some male
subs in the club have become neutered victims to these machines. I've even
heard that some of the female dog subs prefer castrated male pups. The
concerns of birth control precautions are eliminated. I can only hope my
ruthless mistress doesn't force it on me for interest's sake. Escaping my
routine is pretty inevitable at this point. It isn't just the money holding
me. There have been enough photos and videotapes taken during my training that
could ruin my career. Any discussions on the subject of releasing me are paid-
back during training sessions with cruelty. We have shocking devices in our
dog suits that can immobilize you in seconds. It's impossible to step out of
character, disobey, complain, revolt, or be spotted with an unauthorized
erection, without feeling the wrath. Like it or not, you are at their mercy
beyond just weekends, and subjected to an organ removal at their very whim.
In one such session, I was doing so well for most the day, but could tell my
mistress was in "in the mood". I had just finished wetting my usual news
papered spot on her kitchen floor when she turned the corner. She'll often
change into a mini and heels when trying to provoke an erection. "C'mon Boe
Boe, I have to run out to the store, and you can keep me company in the
bathroom while I get ready." This was a common tactic to break my will. I am
often forced to lay down at her feet while she finishes dressing for an
evening out with another master. In the last six months she has learned all my
fantasies and weaknesses. She knows the effects of her hot little outfits on
me, and last three weeks without relief would help her seal my fate.
She positioned the bathroom rug right beside her feet. This queued me on where
she expected me to lay, while she faced her mirror and began to do her make-
up. I caught a whiff of her perfumed ankles and cringed when she put her feet
together. She was wearing open toed high heeled pumps that pushed her ass up
tight. From my floored position I could see right up the barely covering
skirt. I watched her suppress the grins while she glanced down at my doggy-
dick through the reflection of the mirror. I fought hard, but knew it was
probably twitching. I could feel my foreskin begin a mild stretch.
Once satisfied with her appearance she turned to face me. "Boe Boe sit up!"
Which I did while trying to hide my inevitable growth process. She then bent
down towards me and deliberately squeezed out her visible cleavage with her
inner arms. "Do I look pretty enough to go out in public little puppy?" If it
wasn't for the zapper, I'd jump her, and do her right there on the bathroom
floor, but instead I gave her my trained bright puppy eyes and heavy panting
response. She smiled, kissed me on the nose, and lingered her breasts at my
eye level while petting my head. "You're such a good puppy today!" That was
enough to do it, and the panic in my eye was probably the give away. She
backed up a bit to confirm success. There was no hiding my drooling woody at
this point.
"OH BOE BOE, You naughty dog!…That is so disgusting, and you were doing so
good today!" She stood up tall and pressed a little button on her wristwatch
sending a shock to my suit collar. I knew to bow down immediately for my
impending erection punishment. She had the wooden paddle stashed in the
bathroom with confidence ahead of time. She positioned her feet in front of my
bowed head, signaling my chance to beg for forgiveness. I began my doggy-whine
chants and proceeded to tongue here pretty toes and feet. She was cleverly
cruel to train me in this ritual. She knows it's a major turn-on for me. It
always just makes me harder, giving her the advantage of a lengthened
punishment to get my erection to subside. I was painfully stiff while she
began the assault on my bottom.
"NAUGHTY DOG!" (Whack...whack…whack). She would stop every ten count to see to
see if my doggy bone was limping. I knew it would be a long session while
being forced to continue lapping her feet. "BAD LITTLE DOGGIE PENIS!"
(Whack...whack…whack) as she approached the 30th swing and I began to soften
up. By 50, she was finally satisfied with sleepy member dribbling on the
floor. "Oh we're not done yet you bad dog" as she toted me by the collar into
the living room. "I think a cute little tail is needed while I'm gone" and
"little" didn't do justice for the giant ribbed monster, fur tail dildo she
produced. I watched in horror, but didn't dare move while she dabbed a bit of
Vaseline on the tip. She deliberately took her time to extend my anticipation.
Slowly but firmly she forced the phallus into my puckered entrance. I could
hear the clicks of the tiny locking hasps, as she locked it inside me via the
costume. "I even put a fresh set of batteries in for my naughty little Boe
Boe." She smirked, while flicking a switch on the dildo, sending it buzzing on
high-speed inside me. My balls tingled, and I fought another hard-on. I stayed
low to the floor while she scampered off to the bedroom.
She returned shortly and set a large electronic item down on the floor. She
scuttled me over to it by the collar. "This will be for you some day, naughty
boy. Unless you learn to control that little pup of yours, you'll get to know
it intimately. This baby will clean you out and snip your little puppy buds
clean off. So you better think about this while I'm out. Human females and Boe
Boe erections mean castration." I didn't know what to make this new game. She
then produced a smaller electronic box with a large hole and began to fit my
balls into the hole. Once my nads were inside, she fitted some metal straps
around me, presuming it was to secure the box onto me indefinitely. "Perfect
fit! This is the cutter box that comes with it. I'll let you wear it, and
think about your sexecutioner until I get back. You better be a good boy while
I'm gone, and no more of those naughty erections or we might just try out that
new machine TONIGHT."
She activated the house detention system as she headed out the door. If I try
to leave the house or say something other than my pre-coded barking patterns,
I would be kept immobile with shocks until the security system was
deactivated. So I was stuck in dog mode until she returned. The buzzing tail
was forcing a raging hard-on and I was getting so desperate for relief. I
can't risk masturbating at home between sessions. Any visible evidence or
traces end up as one hell of a torture session. So it's been a while for me
lately. I wandered the house and tried to hump any item I could find. But they
were all too painful and any visible soreness would surely get me punished. I
finally had to eye this machine closer. It had a keypad, an LCD display, and
very inviting hole in the front. I viewed the display which only read: ""TMO
ENTERPRISES Model 9177 *Standby Mode*""
I figured what could it hurt to just try the feel. The dildo tail was still
buzzing strong, and my cock was a perpetual torment and drooling mess. I had
to see what the hole felt like, so I crawled in close and slipped my member
inside. It was smooth yet ribbed, like the vagina I missed for so long. Then
the damn thing scared me! There was an audio output on this thing, and in a
chicks voice nonetheless. I had a pretty good idea on what it was telling me,
and I knew this wasn't good!
""Milk Me Off auto-contact ACTIVATED…cutting device now ARMED…number of
required deposits UNLIMITED…minimum sample size ANY…vaginal simulation type
DOG-MEDIUM-SIZE…enter when ready…remaining time for required sample 19 minutes
37 seconds…there will be no further audio update…""
WTF! I'm in big trouble now. I looked down at the little box she put on me and
there was now a little red light on. The LCD display on the big unit was
counting down. The gravity of my situation still didn't really kick in over my
horny state of mind. I slipped myself inside the hole again to savor the feel
again. This time it gently clamped down around the base of my cock. Then it
felt like my cock-tip was being petted by little fingers, while short erratic
stroking and sucking was performed on my shaft. Between this action and
vibrating dildo in my ass, I spewed in that machine like I never unloaded
before. The thing must have felt me spewing. It changed patterns while I was
cumming and clamped around my base even tighter. It stopped working me, but
couldn't pull out of the machine. It then dawned on me. The machine said
something about a DOG type vagina. It was locking onto me the way real dogs
do. I male dogs head expands and he becomes stuck inside the female. This damn
thing was simulating this by clamping onto my cock. What an unbelievable
experience, I had actually just humped a simulated bitch!
This was no coincident! She knew how pent up I was and probably realized I'd
try myself inside the damn thing while she was out. After a few minutes, the
clamping released and I could slip out with ease. I looked at the LCD display
and finally got the whole picture. I am in deep shit here, and could be
castrated if she stays out too long.
""sample test VALID…sample size 15ML…cutting device RESET…time remaining for
next required sample 17 minutes 22 seconds…""
What could I do? I waited as long as possible and let the damn thing do me two
more times. Each time it would reset, but I noticed the sample size getting
smaller each time. I don't how much more I can give, and if I don't give by
the countdown I'm snipped. But then while letting it have me for the fourth
time, I heard the front door finally open. She stood over me laughing her ass
off, while I was crying real tears and doing my doggy whimper. "This is so
priceless. I knew you would be a bad little doggy while I was out. Just
couldn't resist could you?" I whimpered a plea of mercy to her. "Oh don't
worry Boe Boe, I won't punish you for this. I'll let you continue punishing
yourself. Here you go puppy! I know you just love to chew on my things when
I'm not around, so you can have these while I go take a shower! And I want to
see you still chewing on them when I come back. Remember! Only I have the code
that shuts-down your new bitch machine!"
She reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties. After stuffing them
crotch first in my mouth, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
She must have been dripping wet all day. They taste so good and I don't think
she is really going to have me castrated like this? It's got to be one of her
typical cruel games, but then again, I do hear the water running in the
bathroom shower… "OH SHIT!!!"
""…time remaining for next required sample 5 minutes 13 seconds…""
END
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Thecia’s Dilemma | STRAIGHT, TESTICLES | Thecia is on the warpath again. A revenge thing.This story is fiction and not for minors. Dilithium and gold miners are exempt from the above. | **
Thecia’s Dilemma
My name is Thecia and I’m a 30 (31 next month) female cutter.
Since I’ve been writing these stories I’ve received hundreds of e-mails from
men asking to be "cut", and many from women wanting men cut. Some to be slaves
and some out of revenge. Most of these missives don’t phase me. I won’t take a
client from this forum anyway.
That being said, last month I received the following e-mail. "Dear Thecia, I’m
36 years old and being horribly abused by my man. He is often a wonderful guy,
but two or three times a week he comes home drunk and beats me. Along with the
beating usually comes a violent and painful anal rape. Until about two months
ago, I just assumed that I must be evil and was being punished. Well now he’s
taken to beating and raping my daughter. She’s just turned 17; she was a
virgin and doesn’t deserve to be abused. She came to me last night with blood
and his cum leaking from her butt. Can you help? Thank you, Rhonda."
Should I get involved or not?
I’m a cutter, not a crusader. But, my friend Dr. Pann is. She heads up a
women’s support group with a lot of backing and political power. She is
staunchly protective of women in general. I forwarded Rhonda’s e-mail to her.
We got more information from Rhonda and checked out her story. From what we
could find out it was true.
We plotted our vengeance. While this happened on various different nights, it
almost always happened every Friday night. The man, Mark, cashed his paycheck
every Friday night at a bar called "My Father’s Place" in Enid, OK. I made
sure that I was there at 11PM. He offered to buy me a drink (not a hard thing
to evoke by a woman alone in a local bar.) I told him that I wanted to sit at
a booth. I had a drink with him and managed to slip a morphine derivative into
his beer.. When he got home he would be a little drunker than usual and ready
to fall asleep. I knew that it would take about twenty minutes to get into his
blood stream, so I excused myself and left. The bar was almost empty by this
time and he tired of it and left for home. I told Rhonda that she would have
to stall him for a few minutes until the morphine kicked in. She was OK with
that. She said, "I can take one more beating if I have to. Just knowing that
it’s the last makes it worth while." Her daughter had been packed off to her
sister’s house for the night.
Dr. Pann dropped me off at the house in a nondescript black Chevy and drove
away.
Mark stumbled into the house about ten minutes later. He went directly to the
daughter’s room and was quite dismayed when he found her bed empty. He stormed
into Rhonda’s room, demanding to know where her daughter was. She tried to
calm him and told him that her daughter had gone to stay with a friend. I was
waiting quietly in a third bedroom and listening. I heard the loud smack as
his hand connected to Rhonda’s face. The morphine wasn’t effective yet. This
caught me off guard; he should be super tired by now and almost asleep. I’m
only 125 pounds and even with Rhonda’s help no match for this 250-pound man. I
had a syringe with the right stuff in it, but that would take a few minutes to
put him out. I heard another slap and knew that I had to do something. There
was a small jewelry box on the bureau next to me. I picked it up and quietly
made my way into Rhonda’s bedroom.
He was standing there with his hands holding her hips and his rather large
erection poised at the entrance to her tight asshole. As I stepped closer he
rammed that huge cock into her un-lubricated hole. She screamed just as I
brought the jewelry box down on the side of his head. Only later did it dawn
on me that I might have killed him. I sent her to go visit her sister.
I retrieved the nylon line from my kit and securely tied him to the bed rails.
I always cut with the subject face up, but this time I had him face down, for
my own reasons.
He was rousing some, so I splashed his face with cold water and slapped him.
When he was awake, I slipped out of the black dress he had seen me wearing in
the bar. I saw his eyes lock on my small but perky breasts. I said "would you
like some?" He smiled and in his drug fogged state, seemed to think that this
was some kinky sex thing.
I carefully folded my black dress and donned my blue work smock. Leaving it
open in the front. Next, I reached into my kit and retrieved the one piece of
equipment I’ve never before used in a cutting. A nine inch strap-on dildo. I
strapped it on, letting it rest against my light brown pubic hair and my
pelvic mound. He turned his head and his silly smirk turned to horror when he
saw the huge pink ramrod. I put a dab of Astroglide lube on the tip, not for
him, but to be sure it would start. The tip opened his hole just a little and
I put all 125 pounds into a thrust. His asshole opened and he screamed. The
nearest neighbor was two hundred feet away, but still I worried. I pulled the
now bloody thing out and put a ball gag into his mouth. Then I remounted him.
This time I fucked him over and over again, all the way to the hilt of that
rigid dildo. He screamed/sobbed with every stroke. His big dick was rock hard
and I could tell that he was ready. I had already put on my velvet glove and I
reached under him, grabbed that huge cock and stroked it. Within two or three
strokes it began to spurt, stream after stream. When the shooting stopped, I
left him lay in that huge puddle of cum as I withdrew my strap-on and got down
to business.
I almost never cut a scrotum, as the risk of complications is too great. This
time was to be different. I usually slice the sac on each side, pop the nuts
out and snip, sew it up and I’m done. This time I used an elastrator. I put
two bands near the top of his sac. He squirmed and tried to pull away, but
each time he did I just squeezed those nuts as hard as I could and he stopped.
I had a two-foot piece of monofilament fishing line with a wooden handle on
each end. I wrapped the line around his sac one turn, between the two bands. I
placed the stainless steel bowl under his sac and spoke to him once more. I
said, "remember what you do to Rhonda and her daughter?" "Well! You won’t do
it again."
I could hear him trying to plead for his nuts through the ball gag. He might
as well plead to the wall.
With all of my strength I jerked on the wooden handles. Like a razor through
butter the fishing line sliced through his sac, ducts, nerves and all. His big
balls fell into the bowl with a plopping sound. It was just a plop to him but
it was music to my ears. I put them in my preserving jar. On my next trip to
Mexico I would have the woman who does my leather tanning sun dry them and
make them into earrings for Rhonda.
Almost as an after thought, I dug out my scalpel and with a little slice into
his "taint", I cut the nerve to his prostate. That huge prick would never get
hard again, even with hormones.
When Dr. Pann picked me up it was almost daylight. We found a diner and went
to breakfast. I had two eggs over, sausage and coffee. Life was good.
Respectfully submitted,
Thecia
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St. Noballs | GAY, PENECTOMY, Minors mentioned | A retake of my "St. Dickless"; with the main guy getting his nuts out and a little more... | The first time I heard of the group, I was slightly taken aback. It happened
when I was walking around the state fair. There were many exhibits and things
to do, and I was just walking about. I ran across a section titled “St.
Noballs”. I saw a bunch of tables and a lot of guys standing around in their
underwear, muscled and ripped tight.
I went over to the main table and asked them what it was all about. The head
man told me “We fundraise money to help cure people who have testicular
cancer.”
I asked him what exactly does it mean.
“Well guys get their balls cut off after raising money to find a cure for
cancer. They raise money, come here, and then get it off”.
I was taken by surprise, and asked, “But isn’t it permanent?”
He replied telling me “yes, but testicular cancer is so prevalent and a cure
needs to be found. It even helps you from getting it, you can’ get it if you
don’t have testicles. Also, it is very hard to cum. This way, you are standing
up for the cause by feeling their suffering and learning to help their cause
more.”
I was intrigued and asked to see more. Some of the guys saw me asking
questions and came over to talk about it. “Hey, I’m Steve. I was done three
years ago. I really like it. I’ve raised over 12,000 dollars in the past three
years for the cause. ”
He was standing there in his boxers talking, and I asked him to take them off
so I could see. He slid them off and there I saw a huge set of nuts with a
large 7 inch dick on the top of them. Steve put his hand on his nuts, rubbed
them a bit, and smiled. “I really like it this way, feels great”. I reached
out and grabbed Steve’s balls and it felt really heavy.
“I thought you got your nuts off” I asked.
“Yes, I do. I have fake steel testicles right now. They have concentrated
liquid testosterone that slowly goes in my system to keep me horny for a
while.” He said.
Another guy came over, named Nick. He was pulling his briefs off just as he
was coming over. “So what do you think of mine?” His nuts weren’t anything
special, actually very small, but he looked really cute, I had to admit. He
was tall with shaggy hair, my type, and I smiled. I told him he had a nice
set. He pulled me close to him and I could feel his balls on my leg. I was
beginning to like it.
“I got done last year, these are the starter nuts, much smaller than normal.
I’m getting a larger size today.”
The attendant said that they were going to get started and everyone sat down.
“Now today we are here to give ourselves to those in need. I want to thank
everyone for their support and donations. It has gone a long way towards
helping our cause. Now we’ll be cutting about fifteen guys today. And another
four are getting larger balls. I want to thank you for your sacrifice, it is
going for others”.
“Now we will begin. You fifteen, come over and line up. After they got
settled, they started to strip to their underwear. A few cute guys were on
stage, and I couldn’t believe they were sacrificing their balls.
They did about three at a time. The announcer interviewed the first guy, a
muscular stud with large nuts, but a small dick, “So what made you come here
today”
“Well I wanted to help others, and I wasn’t using my dick as much as I wanted.
I figured I could help so much. Also, I can use more testosterone without my
balls when playing sports”
“How much did you raise?”
“I got almost three thousand dollars!”
“Great Job, we are all proud of you”.
I was towards the front, so I saw this first guy pull his boxers down and
reveal a nice set of balls and a small dick about four inches. A man in a
white coat went up to him and walked him forward onto a small table with
stirrups for all to see. He flipped him over and spread his legs. He made a
mark on the back side of his testicles.
He came back with what looked like a fork with a red wire through the prongs.
He asked the first guy if he was ready. He was, and the cutter took the fork
thing and pulled it through the line he drew. The guy just laughed, it didn’t
look like he was hurt. The doctor took each testicle out and severed them from
his scrotum. After each was off, he put in a new very small set. It seemed
about the size of my thumbnail, very small. It wasn’t bloody. He pulled his
boxers up and got up to cheers and walked off stage, sans real balls. His
former balls went into a bucket, and he walked back to his chair pulling his
boxers up on a much smaller, but still hot package.
I watched as the other fourteen went the same way. I noticed a few had their
balls larger or smaller than each other. It was a turn on to see these guys
get the new nuts. My favorite part was how much smaller their packages looked
after. It was like swimming in their scroctum. They just asked them to move
the line they drew. I asked a few of them what it was like. I saw that first
guy again with his hands inside his boxers. “What’d it feel like?” I asked
him.
“Nothing at all, just ticklish. It feels great now though. Easier to walk
with, I think”. He replied. He let me heft them, and they felt so hot being
small. I wanted to go down on him there, but I decided on waiting for a little
bit.
I was about to walk away when I saw Steve and Nick going on stage. I wasn’t
sure what else he could get removed. The announcer got up to speak.
“Even being cut you can still raise money for the cause. Every year we invite
our recently cut to have testosterone boosting shots, as well as upgrade to
larger testicles. This will cause them to be extremely horny for a week or
two, so they again can experience the frustration of those in need.”
Steve was given the microphone before his shot, “Being nutless is great,
everyone who hasn’t gotten it done yet, you should. Don’t worry about not
being able to jerk off, you’ll learn to live and love yourself. All the good
you do outweighs the bad. The new balls got testosterone, so you won’t be a
girl if you get it done”. The same cutter guy as before took a marker and
recut his scrotum. Out came two large steel ones, and in came two gigantic
ones. Steve got up, hefted his balls and smiled. He walked over to me.
“Wow Steve I didn’t know that. How horny does that stuff make you?”
“Well If I still had my nuts, I would jerk at least 10 times a day. Really
though, I love it, and I can deal with my horniness pretty well now. It
motivates me to do other things with my life. Even with testosterone, its
enough to get by, not to be horny every moment and jerk every moment. I have
to ‘ration it’ if you know what I mean.”
His scrotum was large as I hefted it, metal clanging and bulging at his
scrotum.
I looked at him and thought back to what Steve said, that the good outweighs
the bad. I looked down at my six inch dick and said to myself “Fuck it, I’m
going to do it!”
I glanced at Steve and Nick, who had just gotten his shot and told them I
wanted to get my nuts off now. “Great News Jake” Nick said, “I’m so proud of
you! I know you won’t regret it!”
I went to the announcer as he was finishing the last shot and asked him if I
could get in today. “No,” he said, “you have to meet the 1,000$ minimum and
we’re already closing up shop. We do one every few weeks, so just look in the
paper.”
Deflated, I walked back to Nick and Steve and told them what I was told. They
each sprung and gave me 250$ and their numbers. I was already half way there.
I kept walking around the fair and eventually made it home late that night.
The next day, I started calling some of my friends and family. They looked at
me like I was crazy, but nonetheless gave me money. I was steadily getting up
to my amount. But it also took some serious thinking by me. Is this what I
really want? I called up Nick and asked him to come over.
He stopped by a week after the fair and we were talking. I wanted to know what
it was really like, asking him the “stupid questions”
“So Nick, what’s it really like? How do you pee? What’s the bathroom like?”
“Well I can still pee out of my dick, and it flows into a urinal. I don’t have
a problem using it. I can get some flow on my balls, but that’s OK. Nothing is
too different there”
“OK, so sexually. How do you feel?”
“Well, not usually horny. I can get horny on will, but most of the time I just
leave it be until I’m with a hot guy. I love it when he fucks me hard and
reaches and fondles my small balls. I got the larger size, so it’ll be a bit
hornier but still it is nice to have a small package. I can rub it and it
feels better. I haven’t orgasmed in four months though. I rarely ever do.
Usually from wet dreams, or being fucked. The testosterone just isn’t enough.”
“How do you feel about that, to me it sounds frustrating”?
“It is very frustrating, but I love every second of feeling frustrated. It
just does something to me.”
“Ok, funny things now, but how do clothes fit, what about other people, what
about being seen?”
“Oh, no problem at all. With the starter nuts, you might want to drop down a
size, but even still its just about normal. Steve has to get a size bigger,
because his nuts are huge now.
A few months past, and still nothing in the newspaper about a St. Noballs day.
I was beginning to loose hope about the whole thing. I got a call one
afternoon from Steve telling him there is going to be an event the next day a
half hour away, and he wanted to know if I still wanted to do it. He gave me
the details and left.
I sat deflated, I was so pumped, but I was still 100 dollars short. I took to
my bed that night and started to jerk off, at least three times I came. I went
to have a sleepless night, thinking about tomorrow, if it would even be a
possibility.
The next morning I got up and shaved my crotch like I was told. I got in my
car and drove down to the local Youth Rec Room in the town over. I was
surprised they were doing an event here. I was the first to get there, and ran
in to talk with the announcer.
“Hey, I am here again. I’m just 100 dollars short, is that going to be a
problem”
“I remember you from the fair a few months ago, I’m glad to see you took it
seriously. I know you’re short, and we have a minimum, but if you let me cut
your dick off AND take your balls off, I’ll let you do it!”
Fuck, I thought. My dick, I wasn’t ready for this. Restless, I agreed. Others
started to walk in as we got ready. He led us to the check in table and we put
our stuff on. We went into a room and stripped to just our underwear. I was in
my boxers, and this other guy, Mark, was in his briefs. We were just talking
quietly, waiting for everything to fill up. There were almost thirty guys
there waiting to get cut. I asked one of them why there was so many.
“Well my local youth club sponsored this, and decided to make it mandatory for
the youth in the club 15-18 to get cut. Some thought it would be a protests,
but to my surprise and to every one else’s we all were excited. We raised a
total of 100,000 between the 17 of us. I’m actually excited. At this age, I
need my nuts off.”, a guy, named Anthony said.
We got out and I was getting a little bit nervous. The youth group went first.
A lot of the boys were really excited, and I even saw one complain he couldn’t
get it all off. His mother was shouting saying he could get the rest next
year. Most of them seemed really happy.
Anthony was right before me. The cutter took him up to the stirrups and got
him ready. He had a nice 7.5 inch dick, decent size, and cut. It was pretty
thick. I was getting upset to see the nuts go, but he was all smiles. I wanted
him to fuck me hard. The blade went through him and he laughed a bit, and soon
his large sized balls were reduced to small starter nuts.
Next was me, and I was really scared now. The announcer came over to me and
asked me why I wanted to get this done. “I wanted to help others, and I saw
how much others liked their new testicles, it inspired me to get it done. I am
so excited because I’ve been waiting to do this for months”.
“Now you had a bit of a stretch to get this done”, the announcer said, “just
short of your goal, and having to wait four months, I’m letting him go in
without the minimum, but he’s going to get something special for all you to
see. Cutter, you know what to do.
Anthony looked over and whispered, “shit Jake, what’s going on?”.
I thought to myself the same thing, but was ready to see it go. I pulled my
boxers off and my 6 inch dick sprung to life for the last time. The cutter
walked me up to the stirrups table. It was cold steel, but my dick got ever
harder. The cutter jerked it a few times, and I started to moan. He kept
pumping until I was about to cum, when he abruptly stopped. My cutter put a
mark just at the base and went away to get the cutting fork.
I grabbed my dick for the last time. It felt plump in my hand, I could see the
circ scar, I could feel my head and the warmth it gave me. I was excited
though, I thought I was doing the right thing. The cutter came back and asked
me if I was ready. I said yes.
The cutter took the fork and put it towards the line on my dick. I felt
something warm and ticklish. I laughed a bit and looked down. He was going
through slowly, but I could see a little bit of a line were it begun to
separate. It took him about a minute, being slow and delicate, but he finally
finished. He took my dick off and put it in a bucket with the other lifeless
dicks. Mine rested next to Anthony’s nuts, our genitals resting on each other.
I looked down at my dick. My medium balls were there, I hefted them, trying to
feel something. I felt pressure, and that was about it. I went to my stump. A
short, small, stub, the remnant of my penis. I tried to grab it, but I
couldn’t.
Without my dick, the cutter made a mark near where my dick used to be. He
opened my scrotum up and popped out each of my balls. Then inside was replaced
two starter balls. Where once a nice dick and large balls used to be, rested a
small dickless, nutless crotch.
Mark pulled his briefs down and got his balls off, along with a few other cute
guys. He was very pleased with it to be gone.
After the event, we walked into the backroom to change. Anthony asked me why I
got my dick off.
“I didn’t want to, or know it was going to happen. I was short, but really
wanted to get this done, so he told me I can do this. I’m kind of scared, I
used to be a top, but now I can’t.”
“Well, I can help you with that”, Anthony said.
I walked over to Anthony’s house were we could hang out alone for a little
bit. We made out a little bit before we took our underwear off. My underwear
was deflated from my new crotch, but it did not stop Anthony from looking at
it. He grabbed my near flat crotch and fondled it. I moaned in pleasure. I
went for his. His dick was beautiful resting on his newly changed scrotum. His
smaller sized nuts turned me on like you wouldn’t believe. I instinctively
flipped him over and went to fuck him when I realized I had no dick anymore.
Anthony, realizing my frustration, flipped me over and started to rim me.
After what seemed like forever of doing that, he inserted his hard dick in my
ass. Immediately, I felt waves of pleasure bursting through me. Anthony fucked
me hard doggy style while he reached to my new balls and stump and just rubbed
it around. I was in pure pleasure. I stopped regretting it, and immediately
felt how great bottoming and being dickless and nutless was. I was so horny, I
had some white clear goo ooze out my new stump. It felt really weird, but I
learned this was other fluid from my body that came out. Anthony came in my
mouth, and I marveled at how much better tasting his new ball-less cum tasted
in my mouth. I knew we were going to be fuck buddies soon.
That night I called Nick over to spend the night. I was still nervous about
the whole thing, and I was starting to feel turned on again. I told nick what
happened and he laughed, and said he knew I would like being dickless better.
Best of all, he said, was that I got the full treatment, and it would be a
great experiment. I started to believe him, I liked it.
I got ready for bed that night and stared down at my balls. They hung low in
the sac; small and swimming where my huge ones used to be. My nub of dick skin
left looked enlarged, Angry to be without its shaft and head. It looked like
it would have been a raging boner; but all that was left was just a little
rounded nub. I just let it sit there while I rubbed my new balls. They swam
because they were so small in my crotch. I fondled myself endlessly, and felt
no sexual relief. I knew this would be how life would remain for me. And I
liked feeling the frustration I went to bed with.
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Naked Domination | TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, Femdom, CFNM | I started dating a woman who's female family members liked all their men tamed.For adults ONLY | i was a brash young stud with a body to kill for. i was in a pub one night in
East London and met a quite attractive woman with long flowing black hair and
beautiful brown eyes. She was about 25 and I being only 18 added to the
excitement. We started dating steadily after a few dates. The sex was great!
She was quite demanding sexually and she always liked to be in control. In
fact, she liked being on top and was definitely leading our hot sticky sex
activities. She felt great pleasure when we would be in my flat and i was
naked and she was fully clothed. i was always asked to wear slave bells on my
cock so she knew where i was at all times. i found this really erotic and what
he hell it made her horny.
One day she invited me to stop by her home and meet her whole family. i was
met at the door by her mother. She was also very hot for a woman in her 40's.
She was wearing a very tight spandex outfit and when i stepped in she looked
me up and down but i felt her stare was focused on my crotch. i was lead to
the living room where my girlfriend was sitting and handed a cold drink. Just
then a man about in his late 40's came into the room. "Holy fuck!” i thought
to myself. This guy was completely naked as he extended his hand to greet me.
He said he was my girlfriend’s father and that it was nice to finally meet me.
i could not help but look down at his crotch. He was missing both balls and
his sack. He also had slave bells on his cock. This was really a strange and
uncomfortable situation. i smiled and sat down along with him. He started
talking about the weather and then his wife came in. He immediately snapped to
attention onto his knees. She told him that he should be wearing his cock
leash and that he would be punished after their guest left. OK, that was when
i started to get scared. Just then my girlfriend came in and without a blink
of an eye came over and give me a big kiss. She said, "i see you met my
parents. My younger brother and sister is around here somewhere. She called
out their names and suddenly a naked young man entered the room and just in
front of him a girl holding a leash which lead to the boys teen cock. He also
had the bells on and they jingled as he was lead into the room by the girl on
his cock leash. The mother grabbed the leash and she brought him to me. "This
is my son Cullem, sit Cullem". Wow, i was just freaking out. She said that in
her house it was the female’s law that ALL men are naked and that i would have
to strip. i felt that it was only appropriate to do as i was told. As i did
the young girl who was fully clothed asked her mother if she could play with
my cock. The mother replied, “not now dear he is not one of us yet.”
i started to object about being naked when the mother said she expected every
man to follow the rules and if i didn't this would be the last time i would
see her daughter. So, i took my clothes off and placed them in a neat pile on
the floor. "Good", she said, "Now you are in compliance with the household
rules". It was obvious that i was very uncomfortable. My girlfriend came over
and sat next to me slipping her hand between my legs. Her brother said, "look
father, he's getting hard. Can you stroke me so i can compare my cock to his?"
Looking at his wife for permission she gave him a nod and the young man knelt
in front of his father and he started to get stroked. The mother then said to
me that i had a nice big cock and balls and that they would be more then
satisfactory to bare healthy children with her daughter. She said that since i
popped her daughter’s cherry and took pleasure in doing so it sealed the bond
between us and that legal or not we would be fem and wife for the rest of my
life. i started to panic and stood up with my boner bouncing in front of
everyone. i felt very unstable, i thought because of this weird turn of events
but the i realized that it was more than that. i had been drugged. i was
helpless at that point. i felt a sharp pain in my cock. i looked down to see
the mother piercing it with a stainless steel rod that was attached to a small
chain. Next my nipples were pierced and a chain was attached to both with
another leading down to my cock. Soon after that, my leash was attached to a
steal ring in the middle of their living room floor. Little did I know but
this was to be my new home and I would serve at the pleasure of the females.
i was now in their control and there was nothing i could do about it. i fell
to the floor and went into a deep sleep. When i woke up i realized that it was
no dream. i was naked and chained with the entire family looking on at me.
After months of this torture i was a slave in the truest sense of the word.
the sister used my sack as a punching bag as she liked seeing me in pain. The
father would grope me and play with my ass. He begged to sleep with me as
well. Permission was sometimes granted and he would dry hump me in bed. The
teenage son liked to fuck me for real as i could not object and he was fully
functional in every male way. i was abused in every way.
Other modifications soon followed. A loop piercing was installed on my tong
and sometimes if it was decided that i did not obey a chain was attached and
it was connected tightly to the one on my cock. i was also branded on my ass
check with the names of the household’s females.
The mother also formally read what she called "The Rules".
1\. All males are the property of all females of the house.
2\. Males are not allowed to wear clothes in the presence of their females
3\. Males are to obey their females and do whatever the are asked
4\. Males will be punished severely if any of the rules are broke.
5\. Males will need to serve, clean and cook for the females
6\. Once males impregnated a house female at their request thy must be nutted
to maintain control
7\. Females will have complete control of the male’s destiny
8\. Females may feminize their males as they see fit
9\. Males will not speak unless spoken to
10\. Males can play with other males of if permission is given by any female
i was horrified! My girlfriend was now my mistress and now i was under her
control along with her sadistic mother and sister. The young sister took great
pleasure in playing with my cock and balls. Her brother also played with my
dick and asked me to fuck him as we had the permission of the household’s head
mistress, the mother. i was regularly asked to tong her clit. The upside if
you can call it that was that my mistress took my cock piercing off daily so i
could fuck her silly. This was of course in front of the entire family. It was
their daily entertainment. The mother even told me how hard to fuck. i was
also chained during many of these sessions. Once i had completed my servicing
i was again locked up by my cock and tits and sometimes my tong.
Finally one day my mistress came in and announced that she was pregnant with
twins. i was no longer asked to service her. So, one night the head mistress
came in the room with an odd tool. The son was instructed to start sucking my
cock. i was offered another "special" drink. i knew what was going to happen.
i started to cum one last time in the bothers mouth as everyone looked on. My
body squeezed every last drop of cum into his mouth. i started to get sleepy
when i felt a very sharp pain in my groin. A slit had been made in my sack and
the two women were pulling out my testis. They hung outside of the sack just
dangling. "Mommy, the sister said, “can i eat them once they are off?" “No
dear, you will have to wait your turn for your own mate to do that. One ball
is for your sister and one will be eaten by the male who bares it. Then they
were sliced off suddenly with the big castration tool along with my entire
sack. The father was instructed to stitch me up and again i fell asleep.
The next morning i was placed at the table with a suspicious dish in front of
me. My mistress told to eat it or i would be punished. She in turn smothered
my other former ball in butter and salt and swallowed it whole. Then, i did as
i was instructed. It slipped down my throat only to be digested and shit out
later.
My life now is completely for the service of the household females. i clean my
mate after she pisses or shits and i jingle around the house with the two
other males doing chores and cooking meals. My cock is a lifeless piece of
meat and the son still likes to fuck me as he is much more of a man then i
will ever be again. My former girlfriend goes to the pubs and picks up
functional men and gets fucked. Sometimes i am told to watch and then clean
off his cock and clean out her cunt.
One day the father came into the living room with several new modifications.
He no longer had a cock and his teeth were removed along with his tong. i was
told that in another few years his usefulness would be gone and he would be
put to sleep. But for the time being he would be the household’s toilet. A few
days later i was shitting and pissing in his mouth and he was taking it all.
Even his son was doing his business in his mouth.
My female no longer had any interest in me after the children were born; We
had a girl and a boy. The boy was immediately fitted with a stud in his small
sack and nipple piercing. They attached a rattle to his tiny genitals. i was
instructed to clean the baby girl with my mouth as was the duty of the house
males. The males took turns doing the chore
In the years that followed, my 24 year old useless cock was removed and my
piss hole re-routed. A female was found for the teen son. He now a striking
young man who was in the process of getting her pregnant. At least he will
stop fucking me when he loses his balls. i can only imagine what the rest of
my life will be like in the service of the household females.
Achieva
* * * |
Sexual Slave (SM, Testicles, Penis?) | I can't remember anymore.
It wasn't like this always. I had a penis like most men.
It wasn't large, but it got the job done... I never realized that when I
talked to him,
that it would mean the end of my normal life.
My master found me drunk at a local bar. He took advantage of my current
state, and
brought me to his house.
He chained me to an X shaped rack. And raped my ass for what seemed like
days.
He brought his friends over, who all raped me, sucked my cock, and made me
suck their
cocks. This went on virtually steady for two weeks as best as I can make it
out. They
kept me on LSD the entire time.
After I don't remember how long I was a fuck slave, came the night of my
transformation.
My master tied me to the X rack yet again. He had invited all his friends
over. They
began fucking and sucking me like never before. Constant absolute total
anihaltion
through fucking. I was exhausted after I don't know how many hours of being
stimulated.
I was completly exhausted. Master then began massaging my now limp cock. He
then placed
tight bands around the bases of my penis and scrotum.
"You, my beloved slave, have been wonderful in your duties so far. To
reward you for such
complete and total sexual gratification ofy masters, I take from you the
one sacrfice
second only to your life it self, you balls and cock. I know you will be
happy to give
them up to please me."
I was, I love my master, and I will do anything to please him.
"Now is your time to feel pain my lovely slave."
With that, my master brought forth his blade. It was a curved blade, honed
to a razor
sharp edge. He craddled the bow of the blade under my dying scrotum. My
master kissed me
hard on the lips, released me and pulled the blade upward. I barely felt
it, and looked
down. It was a beautifully clean cut. An audience member then stiched the
wound. After an
hour or so of recovery and fucking among the audience, they brought out a
red hot branding
iron. They red hot steel scorched a pentagram on my left ass check. The
area around my piss
hole was tatooed, and so was my ass hole.
I now live my life for my master, and am his humble sexual servant. |
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Byzantium 16: From The Borders | GAY | A continuation of the Byzantium stories. A slave dealer brings back six slaves from a border city. | ` It took a week to travel from the border, where I purchased new-captured
slaves from the traders there, to the sea-coast where I lived. It was late in
the season. The autumn skies were dreary. The days were changeable, one filled
with the sullen imitation of summer heat, the next blown with cold winds and
showers. And sometimes there were the heavier rains that you could see coming
in from the distance, crossing the plains in slow grey curtains which turned
the track to mire in minutes.
I only had a small train of slaves this time. It was often the way on this
last trip of the year. The major slavers had left the border towns to return
to their homes. There were only the smaller dealers and the opportunists.
Instead of the usual twenty or thirty slaves, this time I only had six. I
would only just turn a profit on this journey. But I could stay no longer. I
needed to return before the weather closed in.
Daniel, my servant, turned to me and signaled ahead, gesturing with his hand.
I nodded permission. He was mounted on the mountain pony that was his pride
and joy, and he kicked it into movement, climbing ahead to the peak of the
summit-track. From there he’d be able to see the harbour below, a curve of
water flanked by a pair of barren promontories. We’d reach home in an hour or
two, descending the rocky path down to the shore and the village that had
grown up around the only safe anchorage on this stretch of coast.
The journey had been without incident. The slaves had been reluctant to start,
having to be chivvied and harried, but that was nothing new. It is impossible
to keep anything from them. I have learned that over the years. Whether it was
a loud-mouthed servant in the inn where I hired a room and which had a slave-
quarters for dealers like myself, or whether my name had a reputation attached
to it that was known even to the newest slaves, I did not know. But they had
known, by the time we left, that my trade was buying young slaves to make them
into eunuchs to be sold, eventually, in the capital.
It was always the same. I’d be checking my slaves in their quarters at the inn
and I’d sense the difference. There’d be a new tension in that cell, with the
fearful look of one boy, the sullen anger of another, the rebellion of a
third, to be a confirmation. Then I’d know that somehow they had been told of
their eventual fate.
Always a group of slaves will find a leader among them, one slightly older,
bigger, or more confident, and this boy will be the one who will approach me
on matters of concern, whether it is a slave who has a painful thorn in his
foot and needs attention, or something more important.
In this particular train, their natural leader was a boy around seventeen. He
was from one of the blond tribes in the north, grey-blond rather than the
golden colour of the peoples from deeper in the steppes. He was tall, his body
was pleasingly proportioned, his face handsome, and he had a natural physical
ease.
It had been him who had come up to me then, holding to the bars of the large
cell in which they had been kept. His face was stressed with concern.
‘Master,’ he said, in his accented voice, ‘they say that you are a man who….’
He could not bring himself to say the words.
I waited for him.
‘Who…. who buys young slaves like us to…..to…. to cut their stones and make
them…’
He stumbled over his words.
All slaves knew about eunuchs and their making. Even those who had been taken
from distant lands, far in the interior, knew of this custom. The younger male
slaves were more aware of it than most, for it was a possible future for them
whether they tried to ignore it or not.
‘What I choose to do with you is my business, boy,’ I said, staring him in the
eye. ‘A man’s slave is to do with what he will.’
I challenged him to argue with me.
He looked at me, swallowing, knowing that I had not denied his question, but
whatever would occur his and the other slaves’ futures were mine to choose.
‘Now, ‘I said, ‘you will get yourselves readied to leave because we’ll be
moving out soon.’
They were slow, in their preparation, and they had to be hauled into line up
to be roped together. I could see from their closed faces and their glances at
me and each other, that their future was much on their minds.
The youngest was around twelve, a well-made lad, sturdy and already masculine
in his stance, but the other five were generally around fifteen or sixteen.
They were a mix of origins, as was always the case this late in the season.
Universally too, they had that half-fed look of slaves who had been traveling
too long, in bad conditions, whipped on by an impatient slaver, who needed to
reach the final market of the year.
My own journeys were less desperate and I always carried food enough on the
two pack horses that followed us. I could travel at a normal pace and my
slaves did not lose condition.
Daniel was at the summit now. He and his pony were silhouetted against the
overcast sky. He turned to wave at me. He, too, was eager for the comforts of
home. It was his seventh such journey with me, eight if we counted his first.
He waited there for us. He was a good slave, one of the best I had owned. He
was obedient and quick. He was eager to learn. Then his appearance was
pleasing to the eye. He was dark-haired and dark-eyed, smooth-faced, slightly
small for his age, but he had a stockiness that gave him presence. He somehow
still possessed a malehood that attractive to observe in action, as he roped
the backage on the pack-horses or kicked his pony to a gallop.
He was my sole companion on these journeys, and he was a good one, knowing
when to be silent and when to talk. He was good at the chores, tending the
horses, packing and repacking things with neatness. He also bedded with me and
he had come to accept my needs, even enjoying them now. Occasionally he would
even initiate them himself, reaching over to touch me as we lay beside each
other, his quick hands moving between my legs, holding me there and rousing me
up.
‘There is a ship in,’ he called, pointing.
There would be other ships for the next weeks, as the traders moved home for
the winter, stopping in passing for water or supplies. I’d be able to sell
this last train to one or other of their captains, and so they’d travel on to
the city to the great slave markets there.
The slaves trailed behind my horse and the two pack-horses roped to it, but
when they eventually reached the summit, they too stopped before the view.
There was a great sky of cloud. There was the dull metal of the sea. There
were the barren promontories. There was the small harbour below, with its
curve of sheltered waters, a gathering of whitewashed houses and a vessel, its
sails furled, at anchor there.
I recognized the ship. Its captain only dealt in metals that came from the
mines to the east, his hold fully stacked with tin ingots and copper. He did
not buy slaves.
Now, within sight of its end, it was possible to say that journey had been
managed well. At first we had traveled along the track at the edge of the
plains, moving from country-inn to country-inn, then staying one night with a
solitary farmer whose acquaintance I had made over the years, bedding in his
rude barn, and then twice, these last nights, sleeping rough in the mountains.
I usually rode at the head of the train, with Daniel either beside me or
bringing up the rear, checking on things. The pace of my horse was slow, in
accordance with the slaves behind. Sometimes they needed the threat of a lash
to speed them up, but in general we had made a good pace through the dreary
days.
The slaves were usually silent as they walked though sometimes there would be
a murmured conversation, of complaint or a comment.
At this time of year, the land through which we traveled was barren and
colourless. The grasses were dying back and the trees were almost bare. Even
though were we often far from any habitation, and there was nowhere for a
slave to run to, I kept them all closely roped together.
The prospect of being gelded is sufficient reason for many slaves to make a
bid for freedom, no matter how irrational the decision. And I could see in
their faces, as usual, that each of them was considering the end that every
onward step brought closer.
In the trains, some amongst the older boys would become stubborn, reluctant to
do anything, sometimes unwilling even to eat. Others would have the fire of
impotent anger and thwarted rebellion simmering in them, to be revealed in a
temper flaring or an act of pure disobedience. There were those who become
furtive and cunning as they sought opportunities to escape. I knew also there
were those who thought and planned murder and mutiny.
With this group, though, the prevailing mood was more of a mute sense of
fatalistic despair. It was only their leader who I observed acutely, for his
reactions would affect all the others. I’d catch him studying me grimly.
Sometimes I’d see an ache of hopelessness in his eyes. I knew he, for one,
would be plotting escape, but I’m an old hand at these journeys now. I’d check
their ropes often. I would not let them loose ever. In the wayside inns, they
are able to be locked in a cell, but in the farm-barns or campsites I tied
their lead rope to a stake at both ends, stretching it taut to close down
their possibilities of movement, as well as roping their hands securely behind
their backs for the night. And then, between Daniel and I, we kept a close
watch.
‘Master,’ called the slave’s leader, ‘can we rest?’
They needed to be watered, and to relieve themselves. I got off my horse and
Daniel took the waterskin to each of the boy’s in turn, letting them drink
from its spout. Some of them took the opportunity to piss, standing there,
pulling down their trousers to mid-thigh, holding their prickles and letting
their urine splash onto the rocks.
I watched the lead slave, unhurried, lower his trousers and stand, his legs
astraddle, holding his full-grown prick, and pissing, aiming it outwards, in a
high arc, into the broken stones. As he finished, shaking drops from his
prick, he glanced up to see me watching him and his face darkened with
resentment.
We were near the end of the journey, and everyone knew it. While Daniel and I
might be looking forward to the comforts of home, the six slaves were facing a
future where they’d be stripped and tied down, and just like a colt or a
yearling bull, they’d lose the very things that are most valuable to a boy, in
circumstances of a pain they could only imagine.
I studied them sitting on boulders at the summit of the hill, resting before
the final leg of our journey. They all sat together, linked by their rope,
drab in their slaves’ shirts and trousers. It was strange, looking at such a
small group, after a season where I was bringing back more than twenty slaves
at a time, for instead of being just one of a larger group, I knew these boys
almost intimately.
The boy nearest to me was one who had a not unpleasing scar on his cheek. It
was an old scar, the remnant perhaps of a childish accident. He was lean and
wiry. He had, I remembered, a neat pair of buttocks and a prickle, not really
over-large, but seeming so on his still-growing frame.
Next to him was the youngest boy I’d acquired. He had no hair above his
prickle yet, but his balls were full between his legs. He was particularly
well-featured, with fine brows, and sloe-eyes. Next again was a dark-haired
pair, of similar heights and bodies, solid and husky, possessing those looks
that buyers valued in boys from the Hungarian plains.
Talking to the blond lead slave was the other blond of the group, a shorter
boy, with close-cropped hair, blue eyes and a full mouth he held almost
awkwardly. His body had the tightness of skin that always was a feature of a
still-growing youth. He was taut, his muscles hard, and fresh-shaped.
Daniel stood by his pony, letting it chew at a patch of dry grass. He was
waiting my signal to resume the march.
There was a murmur of subdued conversation now from the slaves. I couldn’t
hear any word. I couldn’t imagine what they’d be saying. For some, though, it
would be their first glimpse of the sea, but the knowledge that their
destination was in sight would have prevented any interest in this and shot a
cold shaft into their last hopes of escape.
I’d probably cut them in the morning, I thought, planning things. Usually I
let them rest for a day or so before I clipped them, but it was late in the
year. The quicker they healed, the quicker I’d be able to take advantage of
the merchant-vessels stopping in on their return to their home ports, before
winter’s long quiet set in.
Yes, I thought, I’d nut them in the morning.
Then I stood up and nodded at Daniel and so we prepared to resume our march,
but easier now for us, downhill and within clear sight of its end.
We reached home in the middle afternoon, turning from the rutted main road
that led to the village onto a rougher track that went straight up to the
house, the slave-quarters and the farm. Dogs strained at their leashes and
barked in challenge and welcome. My household slaves came out to greet us.
In the midst of this familiarity, the six slaves we had brought with us were
silent, standing expressionless, only occasionally looking about themselves
with quick nervous glances as they waited for the unknown thing that would
happen next.
‘Get them fed and housed,’ I said to my overseer, and I left the slaves with
him, finally entering my own home after weeks away, wanting first of all to
bathe, then to eat and drink, and then to fall into my own bed at last.
The meal we had that night was constructed of familiar dishes, fish mingled in
a stew, pounded octopi fried in olive oil, resinous Greek wine, new made
bread, and honey cakes to end. There were the stories of our travels told and
local gossip was reported to us. Then there were the occurrences of the farm,
an ancient olive tree splitting one night, rats disturbing the pigeons, a
large jar of oil gone rancid, a bounty of mushrooms after rain, taken up and
dried…
Then all at once I was tired. I called my overseer to me.
‘I want to clip the slaves in the morning, I think,’ I told him, ‘so you’ll
see to everything? Have them washed down first thing.’
He nodded.
Then I called Daniel and we went to my room.
He helped me undress, pulled back my bed, and then hesitated as if he were not
sure of what he should do next.
If I did not wish him in my bed, he slept in their common room with the other
servants.
‘Stay,’ I said, for he was familiar now and I enjoyed his warmth at night. He
slipped out of his clothes while I watched.
He was a very fine boy, I thought to myself, as he stood there bare-chested
with his black-hair and narrow eyes, looking down as he unknotted the draw-
string on his trousers. Then he bent over to take them off, his back to me,
and I could see his pale buttocks revealed and the flare of that slight
darkness between them, as he bent further, and tugged his trousers from his
feet, lifting one foot at a time.
Then he turned to me with his smooth chest with its two nipple-points glowing
in the lamp-light, and, below, his neat hair-dark groin and his young eunuch
prickle hanging.
Unselfconsciously he crossed the floor and came to me, joined me on the
mattress, his arms falling about me. I stroked his back, nuzzling him, feeling
his smaller size against me, and then my mouth sought out his, kissing him on
his lips.
His hand was already stroking my stomach, reaching up for my nipples and
lightly squeezing them, and then working his way down and going for my slowly-
swelling prickle with his warm hand.
He was fascinated with my prick now, sometimes wanting to do nothing else but
stroke or pull at it. Occasionally I let him bring me to orgasm that way,
seeing his eyes widen with satisfaction as I spurted my seed out for him.
I felt down between his thighs. There was that emptiness between them, the
smoothness of his faint scar, but above it was his half-hard prickle.
Sometimes it did not stir at all, other times it swelled a little, sometimes
almost all the way. I touched his tenderness there, teasing it, tickling it,
rubbing it until it reached towards some harder height, though never swollen
as if to split, like the prickle of an ungelded boy his age.
I had purchased him last year. He was a fine buy, not only because of his
looks, but because I gained him very cheaply from a landowner wanting to sell
a slave quickly without any real idea as to his value, knowing only his
measure as a farm labourer, unaware that their could be other standards and
other uses for a handsome fifteen year old.
But he was simply one of the many I acquired that journey. As we returned, in
the long days of traveling, I’d occasionally notice his form amid the others,
but I had all the other tasks and duties that a train of thirty boys will
create to occupy me
It was not until I gelded him that he became vivid to me. He was dragged out
from the cells, just as those before him had been. He bucked and struggled
too, like all the others, but he was soon bent over the block before me in
moments, his legs spread to the stakes, his buttocks parted to show the line
of dark hairs there and expose that other entrance to his flesh.
Standing above him, his back was a tense arc curving down from his shoulders
and then to his mounded buttocks. I groped between his thighs for his balls,
finding them, grasping them firmly, and tying them off with the clamp.
He tried to see, turning over his shoulder. I glimpsed his straining profile
and saw the toss of his hair, as all of his muscles bunched and hardened in
anticipation, as he waited for what was inevitable. I can remember thinking
then how attractive he was, how I really had landed myself a bargain when I’d
purchased him, but my hands were continuing automatically in their task.
I pulled hard at his balls. In that grip his stiff prickle was drawn down to
show its length, his foreskin slipped back from its pointed head, its straight
length wavering there. Then I placed the straight razor I used on his skin
below the clamp and I cut him with the blade, as I done so many hundreds of
times before. I felt him jerk and his body almost banged the table while his
prickle sprayed his seed over the ground beneath, his droplets joining the
dusty damp-spots of the boys who’d been done before him.
Then his balls were severed and with that slice, his prickle was freed to slap
back against his stomach. The remaining flap of his ball-sac quivered and
shook, with the cruel clamp still in place above it.
I tended to him well, in his recovery, even washing down his aching groin
myself, paying particular attention to his needs, watching his fine face in
its pain and gradual rest. By the time he was healed, I wanted him for my own.
I remember too that first night I took him. I’d ordered him to my room and
told him to strip. He obeyed, standing naked finally, his face expressionless.
He shivered as I touched him, remaining unresponsive, even when I drew his
hand to my groin. Then I had turned him on his side, with him almost
trembling, as I eased my prickle into him between his perfect buttocks, slowly
feeling myself move into him bit by bit, pausing for a moment and then
resuming, until soon I had gone into him as far as I could.
I rested there, allowing him to become familiar with that feeling, and then I
was taking his rear, possessing him completely, moving myself within him,
hearing his now responsive cries, and I reached towards my spending there with
satisfaction.
For the next weeks I bedded him often but he only submitted to my will. His
body was pliable in my hands, spread and opened, rolled and entered, but this
passivity was his only response apart from the guttural sounds, the grunts and
small noises, that he made as I fucked him.
But soon, with his jobs and my respectful attentions, he settled and he began
to enjoy life again, straddling the mountain-pony I gave him, going about his
daily work with interest, and this contentment was reflected in the way he
pleasured me, becoming more active, his hands curious now about my body, and
actually wanting me to penetrate him, so he could lose himself in the only way
he could.
He was no different now, on this first night back home, except his pleasure at
being in his own bed, amid familiar things, translated to his extra
willingness to be taken, to serve my desire. He bucked his hips. He widened
his legs to allow me in even further. He moved his buttocks hard against me.
So when I came I was slammed deep inside of him, as far as I could reach, and
hotly surrounded by his squeeze.
And then satisfied sleep, for both of us, was mere instants away.
It was late next morning when the overseer came in to say that the slaves were
stripped and waiting, that the table was ready. He waited until I had readied
myself and then he, I and Daniel walked down to the slave quarters, and the
rear yard where the slaves were cut.
All the house-slaves were aware of what was about to happen, I could see it in
their glances, some of interest. A slave sweeping the stones stood up and
stopped his task. A kitchen-boy paused at his job to look up and watch. He
perhaps should not demonstrate too much curiousity. He was casual about his
work, always looking as if he bore a grudge, yet he was of pleasing
appearance. If he did not shape up in the next months, I had decided, he’d be
on the first gelding block next season.
But today, really, was only a small matter, for there had been other times
when we had to cut some thirty boys in a day, working from early morning until
late afternoon, doing one after another, bending them over the table, which
was quicker to do than spread-eagling them on its top, though less precise.
I’d cut one pair of balls then the next, the heavy stones of a seventeen year
old who’d already tasted his first woman, the light nuts of a slim thirteen
year old, full balls held close to the body in a fear-tightened sac, dangling
nuts that hung their full length in the air, those that were warm and hairy,
others that were smooth and rounded… The blade of my razor came between them
and their possessors, cutting them free, robbing slaves of their manhood to
serve a greater end, and bodies arced and jerked in response, pricks shivered
and spurted, buttocks clenched and heaved in a seemingly endless procession.
Today we’d easily finish the boys before noon. It would be easy.
The stone walls of the gelding yard were chest height, local rocks fitted
together and capped. A fig tree shaded one end. There was a stamped earth
floor that was dusty in summer. The table was bleached and weathered. My
knives and razors had been laid out on a bench against the wall. The clamp had
been oiled.
The charcoal smoked a little in its brazier. Daniel, unasked, checked the
heated iron. There was the clumsy cracked bowl that I used to hold the severed
nuts. There were the wadded gags, sodden with water, rolled to be forced into
the boy’s mouths.
Three of my field-slaves waited there. They were the usual ones. They’d done
it before. They knew how to manage a struggling boy and how best to get him on
the block.
‘The youngest first,’ I said, ‘the oldest last, this time.’
Sometimes I’d geld the lead slave first because it removed a focal point and
the remaining boys would be without his guide and were easy to do in their
confusion. Other times I left that lead slave until later because he’d calm
the holding pen by his presence as, one by one, they were taken out.
‘And we’ll spread them on the top, I think. We’ve got the time.’
It was better when they were spread-eagled. I could see what I was doing
instead of when they were bent over the table, where I’d be doing it
underneath them, unable to see everything. On the table their thighs are wide
and they’re open and exposed to the blade in the clear cruel light.
I walked to the end of the yard and looked through the barred grate in the
door of the holding cell. Some of the slaves stood. Others crouched on the
stone floor, leaning against the wall. The cell smelled sharply of urine. In
the dimness their nudity was obscured, white skin blurred, dark pubic hair
just a blacker place in the general shade.
My presence made them move. Boys stood up. Others moved nervously. I could
sense their tension.
I stepped back from the door.
‘Youngest,’ I reminded the overseer as he opened the cell door.
The twelve year old was pulled roughly out into the light. He almost had no
time to cry out before he was run across the yard, and lifted, almost, onto
the table where the quick thrash of his tanned legs was contained. He was just
as quickly gagged, his protests choked.
Daniel stood by me watching. He’d seen all the geldings I had performed since
his own, at first as my servant, waiting at the back of the yard in case I
should require something, but then he eventually became a part of things, with
his own role to play.
He’d already rolled up his sleeves and he was now bending to place the bowl on
the ground, at the end of the table, between the boy’s bare feet. He knew the
tasks now, familiarly.
The youngster was half-crying, his limbs stretched out unnaturally. His arms
reached up to the top corners and were tied there at his wrists, but his legs
were bent at the knee at the other end and it was his calves that were tied
down to the table-legs. The position spread his thighs in this wide V shape,
that led the eye inevitably upwards, and it placed his groin at an easy reach
from the end. I stretched my hand between his thighs to find and to hold his
young but surprisingly full balls.
Given a month or so and you’d have found hair growing on his groin, sparse
streaks at first, but soon lengthening to curls. He probably only had weeks to
go before he’d spurt seed for the first time.
Daniel was holding the clamp for me. I pulled on the boy’s nuts gently, trying
to loosen that tight skin that his fear had created, and relax them. His young
tool was lengthening, filling his foreskin. It wasn’t by any means the little
thing of some boys his age, and it stiffened quickly, a well-shaped precursor
of what might have been his if I hadn’t taken his balls…
I clamped him high, locking down the thin bronze arms over his ball-sac while
the boy jerked, wailing in his throat against that pressured bite of pain. I
nodded at Daniel and he reached over and held the boy’s prickle down to his
flat stomach. He always did this now, and while he held those pricks, he
always gazed down to see what my own hands were doing, just as they had done
to him.
Spaced around the table the overseer and the three field-slaves watched, but
they were only casually interested. The boy was too young. With some of the
older boys it was different and they seemed to actually relish their
unmanning. This twelve year old held little fascination for them. They’d seen
enough squalling cubs in their time.
It was always easy to do boys this age. You were nipping them in the bud. A
lot of owners preferred boys clipped before they’d even begun to spurt. This
one’d make a good woman’s eunuch or a bathboy when he was done. Young boys
from the Albanian mountains were specially favoured, black-haired, creamy-
skinned, almost invariably pretty at that stage, and I’d gelded a few myself,
in my time.
Once I saw three of them done in the mean shed of a part-time slaver in a
mountain village. The casual cruelty meant that I always recalled it. The
slaver’s three young daughters sat on a low wall to watch it, while his two
sons held the boy’s legs up near his ears, exposing his underparts completely,
while their father just grasped their balls and sawed them off with a clumsy
knife. He didn’t gag the boys and the air was filled to ear-splitting levels
with their piercing yells and screams, while his daughters looked at each
other and giggled, and then the next one was dragged in to be done…
Before me, the twelve year old’s eyes were wide-open in a shocked gaze as he
raised his head to look down his body to see that clamp that still hurt him. I
was pulling hard on his stones now, stretching the skin that held them to his
body. I picked up my razor.
He saw me move, saw the razor, the colour draining from his face, but he still
watched, unbelieving. I placed the razor under the clamp, paused a moment to
be sure, then cut his nuts, sawing the blade along the bronze clamp edge,
cutting the pinched skin through in a neat line.
His body arched, his head slammed back and there was a sudden silence before
his long high scream was muted by his gag.
I dropped his balls in the bowl and wiped my hands on a rag before the
overseer handed me the heated iron. I ran it along the bronze edges of the
clamp and across the severed flesh still locked between them, to sear it
closed.
Then it was done.
He was still crying out, but his blurred sobs caught in his gagged throat were
broken gasps now. I took off the clamp and his wounded flesh retreated but the
cut was good and the burnt seal held.
Then he was freed and carried out, slumped across the shoulder of one of the
field-slaves, barely moving.
The next slave out was the one with the cheek scar. His body really was the
body of a runner, lithe and honed. There was no fat on it. They actually
dragged him out backwards, as he tried to turn and turn about to kick them.
.
Spread there on the block, his prickle still seemed to be his centre, with
everything arranged around it. He was more than part erect, and getting
stiffer, his prickle rearing upwards in a series of quickening jerks, seeming
somehow too large for him, and focusing all attention on it.
He’d actually had a brother perhaps a year or so older, and just as handsome.
I’d bid for him when it had been his turn to be auctioned, as he stood naked
there, his head lifted high, his hips pushing his groin out towards the
bidders, proud of himself and who he was, but I missed out on him, his price
quickly rising above my limit.
But he did not escape the destiny I had intended for him.
A little later I saw him lined up outside the auctioneer’s own gelding pen,
his new master obviously wanting him as a eunuch, not a boy too well-hung for
his own good. He was unaware of his imminent fate, and bored by his wait, he
was idly scratching his thigh and he hitched his balls as I watched, until his
attention was distracted by another group of slaves being led out to sale.
Then when I turned to look for him, after paying the slaver for the boy I had
bought, I found he was no longer there and the line outside the high-walled
gelding pen was one slave shorter.
The younger boy in front of me was still a good purchase. The scar on his
cheek was not a disfigurement, rather it enhanced him. With that scar, his
good looks and his lithe body, he’d almost make a good prostitute in one of
the boy-brothels in the capital, I thought. They paid good money for the right
boys, especially those with a mark of difference, like that scar.
I’d only been once to the capital, on board a ship with sixteen of that
season’s best slaves. I’d sold them for good money and I spent a week enjoying
the sights, sounds, the colours and confusions of the city, seeing everything
the centre of the empire could offer, including its brothels. I went to one
with one of the city’s slave-dealers. He wanted me to be his agent and ship
slaves back to him, an offer I eventually refused. He took me to a meal and
then he’d offered a visit to a brothel and I’d accepted.
I had been shown the eunuchs they had, seven of them, all not long cut,
ranging between thirteen and nineteen, some of the most beautiful boys I’d
ever seen, and all chosen by the owner and cut especially. The one I selected
had been the son of a Germanic chief taken captive, and he was around
seventeen, bearing their tribal tattoos as a blue band around both biceps.
This was his selling-point, those barbaric patterns, just as one of the others
had a nipple that was pierced with a roundel from some fashion in his own
country.
The slave I’d chosen was a good practiced fuck, perhaps from dislike of his
trade when practicality indicated that the better he was, the quicker it was
over. His clenching buttocks brought me off almost too swiftly…
Daniel held the clamp in his hands waiting.
The slave’s thighs were long-muscled and his balls totally occupied that apex
between them. Like his prickle they seemed too large for him, hanging there
round and ripe.
I took them and pulled at them a few times. His prick rose with my pull. Erect
it was curved slightly, bending towards him, a fine shape to pleasure a woman
best, they said.
He’d been absolutely silent since he was spread. All I could hear was his
harsh breathing. I knew the type. He was determined not to indicate to me his
fear. As I massaged his balls, his prickle lurched a little and bobbed in the
air. Daniel handed me the clamp and I placed it and shut it across the youth’s
nuts, locking it tightly closed. While his body reacted automatically to that
bite of the clamp, he still did not cry out, and it was only his breathing
that altered in rhythm.
Then Daniel reached for the slave’s prickle, grasping it in his fist, the head
and a little of the shaft extending up out from his grip, for he was swollen
tight now, somehow glossy.
The slave was staring at me fixedly with narrow and glittering eyes. I picked
up the razor. It was only then, when he saw the blade, that he broke. I
watched it happen. Awareness of what would now happen suddenly broke his
resolution and he went into a frenzy of attempted escape. The bonds held as
they always did. And despite his roars, despite the humping and shifting of
his hips, I grabbed his balls again, giving them a hard, sharp tug, lined up
the razor to the clamp edge and slit the skin to cut his balls from him.
I’d got half through when a shudder seemed to force the semen out of him. It
pulsed out from the tip of his prickle, spilling out onto his chest, one slow
spurted delivery upon another, and he was still doing it with failing force
when his balls had been completely severed and dropped in the bowl between his
kicking bare feet.
Then there was the first of the Hungarian boys. This one was well-muscled,
with a pair of hard buttocks that would seem to be the force behind his prick-
thrust if he were bedding a girl. The field-slaves had a fight to get him on
the block for he had half-freed himself from their hold, swinging out with his
fist and managing to land blows upon my slaves.. For a moment it looked like
he might even struggle completely free. Then my overseer hit him so hard on
his temple that he was stunned, buckling at the knee, his face slack.
It was easy then to drag him onto the block. For a moment he lay there
unmoving and not yet tied but with his thighs apart and his hands upraised. It
was almost as if I could have cut him there and then, without any bonds to
hold him in place.
When I was younger I did cut a pair of slaves once, like this. They had been
dosed with opium in wine by their solicitous master. One of them was around
nineteen and the other thirteen. They lay there on the floor of their cell as
if asleep. I undid their trousers and pulled them down to reveal their relaxed
flesh and soft prickles. Then I pulled their legs apart and they just stayed
where I put them.
It was strange to do them as they breathed regularly as if they were deeply-
sleeping, sprawled out as if they had only thrown off the blankets on a hot
summer night.
I did the younger while his master watched me, taking his small balls easily
without any reaction from the boy other than a tiny jerk of his lower body. He
didn’t try to close his legs, but lay there afterwards with them still thrown
wide. The older boy, however, moved reactively when I reached for his well-
developed stones, but it was a slow movement and it stopped in a second. His
prickle rolled a little and moved towards a drowsy erection. Then he murmured
something sleepy as I pulled on them, but again his legs were still flung wide
apart and nothing but his inability to close them held them there.
When I cut him, he came, just a twitch of his prickle and a pump of sperm onto
his stomach. He moved his head to the side, with a frown suddenly on his face,
but he was already done, his spread-out legs still spread, and he roused no
further.
It was a strange experience and the Hungarian boy, for a minute, was just like
them, but he shook himself and stirred. By then he was firmly bound, and I was
already feeling up his balls that hung in their sac.
Ungelded he would not reach near the price he would when cut. Despite his
good-looks, no householder would ever pay great money for a just-captured
youth of such obvious strength. Nutted though, the secret of his strength
would have been taken from him. He’d have been neutered as a possible problem.
I guessed he was around sixteen. The slaver from whom I purchased him said
that he’d been captured originally with a girl and a very young baby he had
fathered. You could almost feel the weight of his fertility in his balls. No
householder would want him for this reason either.
For some reason Daniel was studying the slave’s pale stomach, the glossy curls
of his pubic bush, and the thick droop of his prickle closely. The slave was
obviously virile. He was obviously at his prime.
‘Got the clamp?’ I asked and Daniel shook himself from his reverie,
embarrassed, and handed it to me with alacrity. I shut them over the Hungarian
slave’s balls.
He was still groggy from the overseer’s blow.
I nodded at his limp prickle.
‘See if you can get it up,’ I ordered Daniel. He was shy, doing this in front
of others, but he reached to hold it, pulling at it a little, and slowly it
came alive in his fist. The slave grunted and tried to stretch. His prickle
grew harder, with the curious weight of the clamp on his balls and Daniel’s
hand smoothing about him.
‘I’ll do him now,’ I told Daniel who tightened his grip around the slave’s
thickened member.
The Hungarian heard me, and raised his head, his eyes despairing. As I pulled
on his balls, adjusting my hand to get a better grip, he stretched his limbs,
stiffening them, biting down hard on his gag and clenching his fists, as he
waited for the razor.
I let him wait a long moment, holding his full balls, feeling them round in my
palm, squeezed there by my gripping fingers. Then as the razor first touched
his skin, he shuddered as he spurted seed. Daniel, holding the slave’s
prickle, watched the spurt, heavy dollops of semen spitting from it, Daniel’s
eyes going back and forward from that sight to my razor resting on the slave’s
balls.
I waited for him to finish his ejaculation, and only when his final spurt was
done, did I start my cut. The Hungarian’s husky body wrenched at his bonds and
he shook with the pain. His raised cry was deep-voiced, filled with male
anguish as his nuts were cut free, a useless handful in my left hand now.
The next slave they pulled from the pen was the other blond slave. Naked, he
was especially pleasing. His body, in the manner of many blonds, was almost
sculptural, ivory-coloured where the sun had not tanned. He was relatively
hairless, just a small patch of grey-blond hair in his groin.
He tried to drag his feet across the yard, but he was at the table in seconds
and easily flipped onto the top. He kicked out when he was there and while his
arms were quickly pinned his kicking legs were harder to grab. I watched his
thighs parting and closing with his stabbing legs, sometimes showing his
rounded nuts there, sometimes locked against my sight. He twisted and I could
see between his legs, the buttock’s cleft just visible from underneath, his
balls jiggling.
When he was tied, I checked his clean-lined body. Blonds were valued well.
This one would get a good price. Once they were nutted and had calmed, these
slaves from the steppes made good servants. This one’s rounded rear would
probably ensure his purchase by a buyer who wasn’t only interested in his
ability to perform household chores.
I’d owned a couple in my time, having them for a year or so before selling
them on while they were still at their peak. One I’d had around four years ago
had been almost wild when I purchased him. He had a number of whip-welts on
his back from the slaver who had captured him. His face was locked into a
perpetual scowl. I got him cheaply and I was pleased because I could see,
underneath the shaggy hair and his fury, a youth who could fetch a good price.
Gelding him was like nutting a wild animal. He was a storm of snarls and
biting. He thrashed his limbs. He screamed and threatened. He didn’t stop when
he was bent over the table, but continued to thrash and pull. Between his legs
his balls flapped with his moves. I grabbed them, squeezing them hard to stop
him by this pain, but he only roared the more. When I cut him, his prickle,
pointed like that of a cat, spat a swift series of dolloping spurts, but he
wrenched and battled to the last, and his moves, with the awkward clamp
shaking there, almost tore his balls loose in the end, at that final cut to
sever the last skin.
I broke him in a few weeks later in one of the cells. I had his hands tied
behind his back as a precaution. Once alone with him, I unwrapped his loin-
cloth to expose his gelded state, the neat blond bush, the slim length of his
foreskined prickle, the gap behind them, then I turned him, and bent up over
the rude table there.
I had expected him to put up a fight, but he took my greased finger up his hot
little hole with only small resistance. He grunted but did not rebel. I
moistened my own hard prick with the same oil and pushed it against him there.
Even as I slowly entered him, stretching that previously unstretched annulet
of skin, he did not fight back and I realized, somehow in his mind, that I had
completely dominated and defeated him when I had nutted him.
I kept him on for several months. He was loyal like a dog, dumbly following
me, eager to obey, and at nights I used his flesh as a warm receptacle for my
seed, plunging between those white curved buttocks with my stiffness,
thrusting hard into his heated inside, while he yelped and bit his lip against
my force. Then I sold him to a ship’s captain, not for immediate sale in the
markets but to serve the captain in a similar way, providing a service with
his rear, to offer those neat buttocks to be split and entered in the long
nights on that coastal vessel, the sound of the waves against the hull some
accompaniment to the slave’s own throaty growls as another man’s prickle
twisted inside of him.
This boy too, would probably end up by performing the same service.
His brown-coloured prickle was already stirring against his skin and I watched
it rise there, moving to a full erection, stretch by stretch. It was only
average size but it was a pleasing prickle to look at. His balls too, were a
rounded pair in a rounded sac. He spurted when I clamped him, just at the
moment I locked the flat bronze jaws closed, his hips thrusting briefly
skyward, a single spurt of seed looping out across his stomach.
I had Daniel hold it, its spermy head still swollen, to keep it out of the
way. His balls were a nice handful. When I placed the razor and began to cut,
he somehow bunched his groin and shuddered, his rising cry accompanied by
another spurting of his prick, this time with more violence, surprising
Daniel, his last seed shooting out and hitting the slave on his pain-distorted
face.
Sometimes this happened and there was one slave, an olive-skinned Greek boy
around fifteen, with a straight prickle that was fully-erect even when he was
brought from the pen, who had spurted the first moment I held his balls on the
table, then again when the clamp was placed, and one final time, a watery
small ejaculation, when I cut him. There was also another slave who somehow
did nothing but spurt the entire process from clamp to cut, one slow shudder
shooting seed out of his prick followed by another, then another seemingly
unending, until his prickle just pulsed there, with nothing left in him to
spend.
Daniel grinned at me.
‘Twice,’ he said.
The overseer and the field-hands laughed.
‘And the last,’ the overseer said, dryly.
Then it was the other Hungarian. Somehow he had turned on his back and the
slaves just dragged him across the yard by his upstretched arms, his heels
trying to uselessly grind in to the hard-packed dirt.
Around sixteen is, for me, the perfect time to nut a boy. Their voices have
broken. Their bodies have formed towards manhood. They often too have learned
lesson of sex that will translate later when they have no desire, into an
understanding of their owner’s needs.
There was a slaver I knew, who had a good reputation for the quality of his
slaves, especially his eunuchs, who said that two days before he cut them, he
put one of his girls naked into the holding pen of naked boys and let them
pleasure themselves with her. They learned then, if they had not learned
before, the pleasures of sex.
Then he put them all on the block and gelded them, knowing that their
knowledge of what it felt like to have a prickle deep in a moist girl, and how
it felt to spit seed out into her, would later be useful when their own new
masters might wish to penetrate them and come to a climax deep inside of them.
This slave was a good example of a sixteen year old, entering into manhood.
There was a line of black hair in his exposed underarms. There was a streaking
of hair down the middle of his chest. The curls in his groin were glossy.
While his calves were haired, his thighs were still bare. His prickle was
swollen-headed, shiny in the light. His balls were ripe.
Eunuch slaves, if they’ve kept the indicators of masculinity, have a
particular value. Everyone, it seems, wants a masculine boy, especially a
sturdy boy whose balls have been taken to calm him. Daniel was one such.
Seeing him astride his pony, or at work in the yards, one would not suspect
he’d been clipped.
I clamped the slave, tightening the bronze jaws over the tender skin of his
ball-sac, high up where it joined his body. The hard pressure on his nuts made
him grunt. His prickle shook with his response. His flat stomach shivered.
His prickle had a proud shape. His foreskin had drawn back from his glans. He
was wide headed, and long-shafted. I’d taken the balls from so many boys like
this, near the peak of their potency, and it was a familiar experience.
Nutting a fourteen year old, in his newness, was not like nutting a sixteen or
seventeen year old.
Younger boys were simple to cut, somehow unaware of what they had, so losing
it did not present any tangle of thought, any overwhelming reaction. To a
sixteen year old it was a whole different story. They knew the value of what
they held between their legs. They had some experience of its use. They had
seen a girl’s eyes widen as they exposed their erection to her.
This slave was aware of these things. His proud face was crossed with angers,
resentments and a presentiment of the shame at his gelded state which would
preoccupy him for a few weeks before he calmed.
His prick twitched upwards and seemed to jerk into fullness above the clamp
which held his nuts bunched. I pulled the razor out. He saw it, squeezed his
eyes hard shut and turned his head towards his underarm, holding it there. His
groin arched a little and stopped, held up by the waiting tension in his body.
Daniel reached over his hip and took his prickle in hand.
Everything now waited for me to move. I slid the razor down and placed it,
flat against the clamp’s shut jaws. The slave’s body somehow seemed to arch up
even more, as if he was presenting himself to me, with his thighs angled apart
and the upward hitch of his groin as well. I had his balls pulled to their
stretch. Nothing more could move, except my hand. Daniel waited with indrawn
breath. The overseer and the field-hands were intent observers.
Then with my first slit of his skin, the slave jerked at his waist, his
prickle oozing a thick flow of white semen, and he shook that way with every
slit, and only a low growl rose through his gag, but not stopping except when
he dragged a breath through his nose.
Then, as I approached the end of my cut, his whole body shook violently and
his growl rose in pitch, until I finally severed his stones completely and his
cry was a sharp overwhelming bite of sound, stopped by his will suddenly, for
a second’s unbreathing silence. After that there were only his slower moans,
as I dropped his balls into the bowl between his feet, where his toes clenched
and unclenched with the rhythm of that pain in his groin.
At last the lead-slave was brought from the holding pen. He walked towards the
table with the field-slaves as if he refused to lower himself by a resistance
that would inevitably fail. He was not going to shame himself any further. It
was as if my slaves were his escort, not his captors.
He held his head up with his jaw tight. His hair fell back from his face. His
tall body was muscled but not weighty. It was only his hard-rearing prickle
that broke the illusion. It stood out in front of him a little. I wondered if
he had been watching the cuttings as they had happened through the grill in
the door, seeing each one, knowing that he was destined to the same.
When they reached the table, I saw him hesitate before that weathered surface,
smoothed where the buttocks rested, with a dark-coloured stain below, wet now,
but always there, formed by years of blood drips from cut nuts.
My slaves just turned him onto the block, smoothly, and he no longer had to
consider what to do. Then he surprised me by spreading his legs wide, himself,
putting his own arms up to the corners of the table-top, as if by doing so he
was asserting his own control of circumstances. And he waited there for his
bonds to be tied.
In all my years as a slaver I had never had a slave do this.
I could see his neat balls between the creamy skin of his thighs. They were
lightly haired, each of his stones a clearly visible round. The slaves tied
him and he opened his mouth for the gag without turning away. Daniel glanced
at me.
I just did what I always did, as if this were no difference. I reached up and
took his balls in my hand. Their skin was soft and I could feel them move in
the interior. I pulled on them a little, easing them looser, while his prick
gradually rose and stretched out its length straight up his stomach, reaching
towards his shallow navel.
I reached for his prickle too, while my other hand continued its slow pull on
his nuts. It was a hard pillar of flesh, and I skinned his foreskin back to
see it all. It was a good-looking tool. I rubbed my thumb on that sensitive
part just below the head and I saw him feel it.
I looked up at his face. It was firmly set and he was biting hard at his gag,
but he was also watching me intently with his eyes. I stared back. His eyes
seemed flat in their acceptance of things, stubborn and proud, but underneath
I seemed to see flickers of fear.
In the markets, he’d bring a good price, as he was, simply by the pride of his
stance. Add to that his well-made features, his clean-limbed body, his curved
pale rear, and the intelligence that glimmered in his expression, and he’d
fetch some very high bids. But as a eunuch, he’d bring considerably more.
I lay down his prick and held my hand out to Daniel for the clamp. The slave
remained impassive and I took the clamp, fitted his ball-sac between its arms,
and closed it, locking it tightly there, as with a nutcracker that is being
put away to its next use. His face betrayed no hint of the bite of the clamp
or the sudden awkwardness of it, there between his thighs.
His skin though seemed to take on a sudden sheen and suppleness as with a
faint sweat.
The clamp had made his balls stand out from his body. Instead of hanging
there, they were now bunched, and held out in the air.
I nodded at Daniel, who reached and grasped the slave’s prick. I took up the
razor and held it. The slave’s eyes narrowed and I could see all his muscles
squeeze tight, though his face betrayed nothing. I took his bunched balls in
my hand, tickling my fingers about them before I grasped them and pulled them
out hard. His torso heaved with that move.
Then he closed his eyes.
I placed the razor down between his thigh and his balls, and I made sure he
knew it was there, touching him with the steel, letting it rest against his
skin. He bit harder on the gag it seemed.
It had gone quiet again, as all of us focused on the slave’s groin and the
razor poised there in my hand.
The slave’s body shivered with the wait. Then I decided to deliver him from it
all, and began my cut, easy at first and, as with a sudden release, his
prickle shook in Daniel’s hand and delivered a shooting of sperm, two or three
bursts, the seed fired across his chest, while I continued my cut.
His whole body arced up and back and then with the final severing of his nuts,
collapsed back on the table.
But he had not made a sound. He was still biting fiercely on the gag. His face
was rigid with strain.
I took the hot iron and seared his cut closed. This smaller pain after the
greater pain of his gelding caused no reaction at all. Then I let him lie
there for a moment. He turned his head a little, as if away from the sun. His
brow was damp.
When I took off the clamp, his prickle was half-soft, its head sticky. The
spots of seed on his chest had trickled a little.
Freed from the bronze jaws, his remaining flap of skin eased, but did not
break. Then the slaves untied his limbs and lifted him. He wanted to throw off
their arms, his eyes half-opening, hints of his old posture of defiance
returning, but in the end he let them support him as he walked, stiffly, where
they led him, his neat rear pale in his tanned flesh.
I watched him go, ruminating, and I knew that before I sold him, I take that
rear. I liked the youth’s spirit. In my mind’s eye I was imagining him, nutted
now, slowly revealing this fact to me, opening his thighs, and I was seeing
him bent over a table in a cell, or on his side in my bed, and these thoughts
pleased me.
I breathed out heavily.
‘Well that is that,’ I said to the overseer. ‘I’ll go and clean up and then
I’ll come down to check them.’
‘No need, sir,’ he said, ‘I’ll be there. If there is any call, I’ll fetch
you.’
I shrugged, but I did want to rest myself. I could still feel tiredness in my
limbs, especially after the tensions of the cutting had slipped from me. There
was still some core of tightness that remained, though, deep within, that
needed dissolution.
I looked towards Daniel.
I could give that boy a really good fuck now, I thought. He was excited by the
blood and sperm of the gelding. He always was. I could take him to my room,
have him stripped and take that compact little rear again, forcing myself into
him, pounding at his body, until everything and myself would be lost and
squeezed out, and then I’d doze and wake later, fit to take on the day once
more.
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` |
Indian 3 | GAY, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SNUFF | CONTINUING THE STORY, A SAVAGE INDIAN TRIBE AND THE ADVENTURESOF THE YOUNG COWBOY CAPTURED BY THEM. WHAT HE SAW!FEEDBACK WELCOME | ` A young cowboy was tied bent over a log, his hands tied to his ankles. `
On closer examination, it turned out it was one of the Native cowboys who had
mutilated my young friend. His firm young ass was in the air. His large balls
were hanging down over his firm cock. His cock was large and hung down,
pulsating, between his legs. It had a mushroom shaped head.
there he was left for some time. Later the medicine man came out and stuck his
hard cock into the young mans asshole and fucked him until he was ready
to come. Pulling out he shot his cum on the cowboys nuts and cock.
The medicine mans assistant came out and with his knife proceeded to cut away
the skin of the large set of nuts. Slowly he removed the nut sack and left the
cowboy with two bare nuts hanging down between his legs, his
ass still in the air and his cock hanging low between them.
At this point each of the Indian braves came over in turn and fucked the tied
up cowboy until they shot their heavy loads of cum on the cowboys two bare
nuts. The assistant was left to the last to fuck the now ravaged
asshole.
As he started to shoot his load of hot cum on the tortured cowboys nuts, he
reached down and yanked on the nuts of the cowboy until he had ripped them off
their cords. This left the cowboy nutless.
Taking a knife, he cut a long incision in the cowboys cock from the base of it
to the piss slit at the end of the large mushroom head. Taking a sharp piece
of metal he punctured two holes in the sides of the head of the
cock. Into these he inserted two metal rings. The cowboy had now been
castrated and had his cock permanently opened up with the two rings inserted
in it. A rawhide strap was tied to the rings and he was untied and led away
by his cock.
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ELISABETH Vierter Teil | TESTICLES, Hodenschneiderin setzt fort ... | 3 Freundinnen entwickeln neue Ideen | ` Teil 4 `
Elisabeth, Karin und Eva unterhielten sich während die Sendung lief, so als ob
ich gar nicht vorhanden wäre.
Ich hörte dann , wie Karin meinte , sie würde eine heutige Sendung im TV um
20.15 nur ungerne wegen meiner unnützen Hoden versäumen und dass sie
eigentlich gerne mit weiteren Behandlungen beginnen würde ,um rechtzeitig
damit fertig zu werden..
Elisabeth stimmte ihr zu und sie überlegten gemeinsam, wie sie ihre Lust mit
der Ausführung der Aktion langsam steigern und steigern könnten.
Eva ergriff dann das Wort zuerst, ich konnte sie alle 3 nicht sehen , hörte
aber jedes ihrer Worte genau mit.
ICH GLAUBE DASS WIR SEINEN SACK ZUNÄCHST EINMAL MIT GEWICHTEN SOWEIT DEHNEN
SOLLTEN, DASS DIE HAUT MAXIMAL GESPANNT WIRD UND FAST BIS ZUM ZERREISSEN
BELASTET WIRD. DAFÜR KÖNNEN WIR JA DIE GEWICHTE, DIE DU LIEBE ELISABETH JA IN
DEINER KÜCHE AUFBEWAHRST SEHR GUT VERWENDEN. ICH SCHLAGE VOR, DASS WIR DIESEN
UNNÜTZEN HODENSACK EINMAL MIT 5 KILOGRAMM PRO EINZELN ABGEBUNDENEM EI BELASTEN
SOLLTEN. DAS FLEISCH SOLL SICH DADURCH AUF CA 20 MINUTEN SCHON GANZ ORDENTLICH
GEDEHNT ANFÜHLEN UND ER SPÜRT SEINEN HODEN WENIGSTENS NOCH EINMAL WIRKLICH
ORDENTLICH.
Karin aber wollte zuerst mit der Peitsche einmal die Sackhaut ordentlich
striemen, wobei ohne weiteres schon Blut durch die zerrissene Haut fließen
könnte, die sich dann mit dem Eichelblut vermischen würde.
Nun aber hatte Elisabeth den idealen Kompromiss anzubieten, sie meinte:
WIR KÖNNEN JA BEIDES MACHEN, ABER VON BEIDEM MEHR ALS IHR VORGESCHLAGEN HABT ,
DENN ER SOLL DOCH AUCH SEHEN, DASS ER ZU MIR GEKOMMEN IST UM MEINE IDEEN ZU
SPÜREN:
ICH WERDE IHM EINMAL 100 HIEBE MIT DER GERTE AUF DIE NACKTEN HODEN GEBEN, UND
GENAU DARAUF ACHTEN, DASS BEIDE EIER AUCH WIRKLICH EXAKT UND GERECHT GETROFFEN
WERDEN, DANN WERDEN WIR DEN BLUTIGEN SACK EINMAL ABBINDEN UND JEDEN HODEN MIT
10KG BELASTEN, WOBEI ICH FÜR EINE HALBE STUNDE MINDESTDAUER BIN.
SEID IHR DAMIT AUCH EINVERSTANDEN , DANN STARTEN WIR JETZT UNSER GELIEBTES
EIERSPIEL.
DU KARIN STELLE BITTE WIEDER DIE KAMERA AUF SEINEN BEUTEL GENAU EIN, DENN ER
SOLL DAS JA AUCH SEHEN KÖNNEN, WAS ER ZU SPÜREN BEKOMMT !!
Karin tat dies sofort und ich sah wieder auf dem TV Gerät das Bild meines
Sackes erscheinen, durch meine Erregung war die Sackhaut fest nach oben
zusammengezogen und sah ziemlich faltig und schrumplig aus. Das erkannte
Elisabeth sofort und meinte, dass dieses Ding ja eigentlich längst hätte
gestreckt werden sollen, sodass der Sack auch wie ein solcher aussieht.
Für kurze Zeit nahm mir Elisabeth den Knebel aus dem Mund und gab mir einen
Schluck Cognac, den ich wohl gut gebrauchen würde, wie sie mit leichtem Lachen
meinte.
Dann aber folgte ein Hieb unbarmherzig auf den anderen, jeder Hoden wurde
abwechselnd mit der Gerte ganz exakt geschlagen, die Hiebe folgten in stetigem
Rhythmus und der Schmerz war unbeschreiblich für mich. Das Bild am Monitor
zeigte den geschundenen Sack in Grossaufnahme, ich sah jeweils die Gerte
zischen und schon wurden meine Eier getroffen. Ich biss ganz fest auf meinen
Knebel und hoffte, dass ich diese Tortur bis zum Ende aushalten könnte.
Plötzlich, Karin hatte laut mitgezählt, stoppte Elisabeth, weil ihr Dobermann
durch die Geräusche angelockt, in die Küche kam und sofort an meinem bereits
leicht zerfetztem Sack schnüffelte und das Blut ablecken wollte. Elisabeth zog
den Hund aber weg und band ihn etwas vom Tisch entfernt mit der Leine an,
sodass das Tier sein Abendmenü schon vor der Schnauze hatte, aber noch nicht
wirklich zum Fressen bekam. Die Erregung des Hundes war auch sichtbar, denn
auch Hunde dieser Grösse haben einen Schwanz von einiger Länge - übrigens auch
eine Hodenbeutel, der gar nicht viel kleiner als mein Gehänge aussah.
Ohne weitere Pause gingen die Hiebe weiter, bis die Zahl hundert erreicht war.
Mein ganzer Sack brannte wie Feuer und so sah er auch aus – rot und blau
gestriemt mit immer wieder aufgeplatzten Hautstellen.
Nun zog Elisabeth ihre weissen Gummihandschuhe an und bat Eva , die 1o
Kilogewichte aus dem Schrank zu bringen..
Dann band Elisabeth mit einem ganz feinen dünnen Draht mein Gehänge hoch oben
an der Wurzel ab – wobei der Draht grässlich stark einschnitt und es mir
vorkam, als hätte sie jetzt bereits meinen Sack abgeschnitten. Nur das TV Bild
gab mir die Gewissheit, dass der Sack samt Inhalt der beiden weichgeschlagenen
Brunzkugeln noch an meinem Körper hing.
Elisabeth bat dann ihre 2 Nachbarinnen auch ihre Gummihandschuhe anzuziehen
,um nun auch mit dem blutigen Hodenbeutel weiter arbeiten zu können. Sie wolle
ja nicht die ganze arbeit mit meinem Saubeutel alleine machen.
Ihre Wort waren zusehends gröber geworden und auf einmal fasste sie nach
meinem Schwanz, der nun nicht mehr blutete, aber aufgespiesst wie ein Stück
Grillfleisch aus dem Loch des Tisches nach unten ragte. Langsam löste sie die
Verschnürung des Eichelkranzes und das Blut strömte zurück. Damit wich die
Betäubung meiner Penisspitze einem fast unerträglich stechendem Schmerz.
Elisabeth fragte Karin dann:
MÖCHTEST DU DIE NADEL AUS SEINER EICHEL NEHMEN ODER SOLL ICH ES MACHEN –ABER
GIB ACHT DASS DICH SEIN SCHWANZBLUT NICHT UNNÖTIG BESPRITZT. ZIEH IHM DIE
NADEL MIT EINEM RUCK AUS DIESEM SCHEUßLICHEN STÜCK FLEISCH. ICH BIN ÜBERZEUGT,
DASS WIR ETWAS ZU SEINER VERSCHÖNERUNG BEITRAGEN, WENN WIR NACH SEINEM GEHÄNGE
AUCH DEN GANZEN SCHWANZ ABSCHNEIDEN- GLATT SIEHT ER SICHER VIEL BESSER AUS
!!!!!!
Ich wollte mit irgend einem Widerspruch antworten , aber in meiner Lage war
das absolut unmöglich und außer unverständlichem Gestöhne in meinen Knebel
nicht für die drei Damen vernehmbar.
Karin wollte sehr gerne die Entnadelung ausführen und beugte sich unter den
Tisch.
Mit einem Ruck riss sie die Nadel aus meiner Eichel, dass ich glaubte mein
halber Schwanz wäre bereits abgetrennt worden. Das Blut spritzte mit Druck aus
beiden Seiten der Eichel seitlich heraus, sodass Elisabeth mit ihren Fingern
den Schwanz zusammenpresste um die Blutung zu stoppen.
ER WIRD NACHHER NOCH GENUG BLUTEN; ALSO LASSEN WIR IHM VORERST EIN WENIG
SCHONUNG.
VIELLEICHT SCHNEIDE ICH IHM VOR DEM LETZTEN SAMENERGUSS DIE HARNRÖHRE KOMPLETT
AUF – DANN WÜRDEN WIR DEN SAMENAUSTRITT GANZ VOLLSTÄNDIG BEOBACHTEN KÖNNEN .
ICH WERD MIR DAS NOCH GUT ÜBERLEGEN – WAS MEINT IHR DAZU ???
Wird fortgesetzt !
* * * |
a brief conversation | PENECTOMY | a truth is what you\'re beliving in | ` In the softly lightened corridor of the hospital, visiting hour has passed,
only nurses and night assistants of the no much hosts were presents. All is
quite and silence, expectation time. A mistress approached another: "Good
night. Excuse me if I nag you; but our sons share the room and I noticed, both
of them, will be operate tomorrow morning; consequently we will spend some
time together and I'd like introduce myself." `
The lady turned her head and with a smiling detachment answered:"You don't
notice me; I'm glad to meat you."
The first:"Some illness seem so much slight to deserve a place just between
two others operations, spare time; but I assure you that a tonsillitis and an
adenoidism for a fourteen boy, as my son is, are a serious question. He can't
really breathe, not even by his mouth!" The imperturbable smiling of her
interlocutor was enervanting, she needs a dialogue and insisted:"Now he looks
well, but it is only because we have stopped the swimming trainings and the
school in the last two weeks. Instead he would be so needy to got often to, at
school."
The second lady, as she was reading a prompt-copy, listlessly:"Luckly it's
Christmas time and he will not lose schooltime, anymore." This lady get on her
nerves, resolute to stop the conversation she putted a polite question:"But
also your son doesn't look as unwell..."
The second interrupted her with a funny haughtiness attitude:"In fact he's
sound as a roach; he will just have his dick cut off."
The first lady, blushing and turning her eyes elsewhere, could only
say:"Hoo!", as a punch hits her stomach.
The second:"Do you think it's so terrible? Or are you thinking what a pitifull
mother I am!?"
The first, puzzled:"No.. It is only that...Yes, sometimes I heard it happens,
but I never knew someone who did it really."
Second:"It's of his choice. Me and my husband gave only our consent. And even
if we aren't into any religion, he said me this afternoon, this is the best
Christmas gift he could recive." The first lady couldn't belive what she was
hearing and gaped to her, but curiosity killed the cat, as her eyes revealed;
thus she continued, in better spirits:"Anyway he is fifteen, also if he looks
like younger, therefore sexually of full age: and he could do it who knows
where or who knows whom, if he has money enough. In fact we learned he still
reached an agreement with our dentist, who, being correct, informed us before
to go on any further. Do you know, he is just a surgeon , but specializzed in
odontotherapy. Surely more expert in teeth removal, then in penis removal."
The first, eaten up by curiosity, now:"A total removal?"
Second:"No! He chosen to remain a stump enough to urinate standing up. He
won't change his appearance, he just wants to live without the worries of
sexual necessities, without lust."
The first:"But!..." The second:"Yes I know! Also his father and I, we thought
that this loss deviced the satisfaction, not the need. But his spiritual
master; who we questioned immediately, as soon as we knew our son's will,
explained us that, with a few of good intentions; who knows himself disabled,
he meant knowing visually one's own disability, for a complete sexually
intercourse, takes strength enough to kill his desire. Resignation as a
soothing! More, he advised hard to avoid testicles removal; 'cause it gives a
lot of health troubles, both physicall and mental, at his age; and chemical
castration 'cause our norms forbid every kind of addiction. Then, I say, if a
next day I would be grandmo', it's better he has a stock of seed." The first,
witty:"But, how will he sprinkle!?"
The second, seriously:"Simply, with electrostimulation! If you are asking if
he will have any girlfriends, I answer you: 'surely yes!' Not immediately, of
course, before he has to win the shock of being nomore a copulator, but I
think that spending next summertime at the naturist campus, where we use to
go, both theese targets will be hit at the center: it will work as a shock
therapy, to win the shame knowing its cause accepted as a normal thing."
The first, provocative:"So you are happy for his choice? Do you know, my
parents were farmers, and in my childhood I helped them to make the capons; I
remember they said:"We are going to kill the males"...
The second, all of a sudden, so much then a nurse went to ask if everything
was OK:"Be quiet! It's all right, none is dying. The next years we will
celebrate two birthdays, one as a person and one as an eunuch. We asked to his
master if we could wait for summertime, to do it safetly, to consider it
should be a passing fancy, he would change his mind too late, 'cause you know:
it is definitive!"
"Well, then..." the first pursued. The second:"His silky voice, expressing all
his experience said us that the way our son expressed his will, revealed a
perfect state of mind to recive the treatment: the best thing to do was to
find a surgeon to satisfy him. He's going to born at a new life!"
The first, as waking up from a dream:"Just wait a moment; you said me you were
not into any religion, but you're talking about spiritual masters, norms,
eunuchs and naturism, rebirth: but what does it mean?"
The second could not restrain a rescue laughter:"Sorry. It's better I start
from a step back. We aren't into any religion, it's true, but we are members
of a neoplatonic cultural movement; our life is imprinted upon three words:
Voluptas, Castitadae, Pulcritudo. The english for these three latin words is
Pleasure, meant as a deep experience involving all our senses; Chatisty, meant
as the abstention from the pleasures merely sexuals and Beauty, as each thing,
natural or improved by art, that can ravish your spirit into a perfect
peaceful state. We care the outer look, but our beauty doesn't provided for
aesthetical surgey, body building, doping or elctrostimulator for passive gym.
Our activities involved outdoor sports, nudism, visits at mueums, galleries
and interesting architectural sites; this is enough to satisfy the first and
the third words. But someone, more the boys then the girls, has some troubles
to behave as the second point ordered. Therefore, not frequently, someone
becomes eunuch, as my son will be. It doesn't signify that he will not have
any relationships, often our eunuchs are married and their wives happy, 'cause
they have not to fight with husband's lust or adulteries; they are the fondest
fathers you've never seen, can we deprive them of this joy?!"
The first, amazed for so much semplicity:"And the girls?"
The second answered:"For the girls is different, they joins more the sex with
maternity, we encourage these hot girls to marry the eunuchs. They will
satisfy with reciprocity by means of deep massage, a perineal manual
stimulation of Tantra origin, then living in intimacy with a lovely partner
without it shall always flow in a penetration, they will drawn their lust into
chatisty. If you want to know why not a female circumcision, it's because it
gives too much troubles for labour." A nurse went to ask kindly them to return
into their room, 'cause it was too late and their speaking bothered somebody.
While they went back, in a low voice, the first asked:"But did you never
noticed his trouble?" The second, always speaking low:"Since his 11/12, I saw
him interested in pornography and spending too much time into the bathroom, so
I knew something would happen; but, also if I'd prefer he was a whole male, of
course; I don't consider to be eunuch an horror, like it seems to be in this
21st century; only 1700 years ago some gnostics practised a ritual self-
castration." They stopped to talk, crossing the threshold of the room, in the
dusk the first mistress could see the white in the eyes of the other boy; he
could not sleep, of course.
She watched her, so panting in his slumber, thinking:"How are you lucky to
have an ignorant mother like me."
"Good night!"
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CAUGHT BOUND AND ENSLAVED. | STRAIGHT, TG, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR, Torture, lesbian | A wife secretely observes her husband putting practicing his self bondage sessions over a long period of time. She purposely catches him in one of his self bondage sessions. She gives him an ultimatum. He must either become her slave or give up bondage forever. He agrees to become her slave. The wife locks him in a chastity belt and takes a lesbian lover. Eventually the lesbian lover nullifies the husband and sends him to a transgender clinic.<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></SPAN>CAUGHT BOUND AND ENSLAVED</FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 4"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </SPAN>BY</FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 4"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>SUBGAMBLE<o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></SPAN><o:p></o:p></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>This story is intended for adults of legal age.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you are not of legal age go elsewhere.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you are offended by torture and explicit sex find another story.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>To whoever suggested the husband being made into a eunuch by the wifeĺs lover this tale is for you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>However the lover is the wifeĺs lesbian lover.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Some small part of this tale is true.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It is up to you the reader to decide which part or parts are true.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Otherwise the story is entirely fictitious and all names are fictitious.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Hi my name is Bill.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This is the story of how I became the salve of my wife Beth and her lover Ann.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I am now nearing age 50.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My wife is 7 years younger.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We are both college graduates.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am tall 6-5 and my weight is<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>proportional to my height.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My wife is about an inch under 6ĺ tall.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She has long blond hair and one of those chiseled Nordic faces with high cheekbones.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She has long legs with lithe sculpted thighs and muscular calves that are well defined.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Just looking at her lovely legs is a real turn on for me.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I have always been interested in bondage and being chastised.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I have been married to Beth for a little over 12 years.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>About 2 years ago, even though I was married to this lovely well-stacked gal, my need for bondage became unable to resist the need to be bound and helpless.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had mentioned interest in bondage to my wife several times.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She never showed any interest in the subject. I kept all of the bondage I gear I had obtained before marriage locked in a trunk in the attic of the garage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I also visited Internet sites dealing the subjects of male bondage, male chastisement sites such as the Eunuch Archives dealing with the subject of nullification.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I need to mention here that I am, was, employed as an auditor for a very large corporation. I could work at home.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I rarely went into the office and could do the work on my own schedule as long as it was completed on time. I was well paid for my efforts.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>My wife is a very successful real estate agent.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She specialized in selling property and homes valued at a half million dollars and up, mostly up.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I need to say here that we live in a lavish house, which my wife found at a bargain at a distress sale.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>One of the features of this house is that on the lower level it has a room that is completely enclosed with no windows.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The room probably intended to be used as an area for a home gym.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We had a few things stored in it. Otherwise it was empty.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When my wife was out and I got a chance, I used this room for self-bondage.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Today my wife told me that she had a good chance to sell a home valued at several million dollars in a town that was about an hourĺs drive away from our town.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She had told me she would be in late.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>knew that I could finish the work I had planned for this day early in the morning.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was looking forward to being confined in tight bondage for several hours. I finished my work by a little after 10 in the morning.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I went out to the garage and gathered the bondage gear that would be needed for my session.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I went into the room that I mentally referred to as the bondage room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I loved to tie myself into a very solid wooden chair that had been left in the house after we moved into it. I began by tying my knees and ankles to the front legs of the chair.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I tied my body to the back of the chair at the waist and chest above my nipples. </FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I then tied my wrists together behind the chair back and lashed them to one of the wood staves at the back of the chair.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Form my past experiences I knew I could free myself without help.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>However it would take me a good half hour of hard work before I could get enough play in the knots to get them untied.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I had been sitting there in my self-imposed bondage for what I assumed to be about a half hour.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course the excitement of my bound body turned me on.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My cock had become rock hard.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My erection would not subside until I released myself from bondage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bound the way I was, I could not get sexual release.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I thought I heard a noise upstairs in the house.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It was not time for my wife to come home.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Surely the house was not being burglarized.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We lived in a safe area.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Before I could finish my thoughts, the door to the room opened and I saw Beth standing in the doorway.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>She said, ôWell Bill, I finally caught you playing your games.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Before this goes any farther, I need to take care of you.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></I></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth came over and took the ends of the rope dangling from my knots and tied it off on a chair leg.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I now had no way to free myself.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth grabbed another length of rope and tied my elbows together.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She pulled them together the loops of rope to the point where my upper arms and elbows ached.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth reached down and picked up the penis gag from my pile of bondage gear.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Before I could resist, which would have done no good, Beth stuffed the gag in my mouth and strapped it tightly in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was now effectively silenced.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth stood back, surveyed the situation and said, ôBill donĺt go anywhere.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to dress comfortably and fix myself a drink.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When I come back, well have a discussion.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That is I will tell you where we go from here.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth turned out the light and closed the door behind her as she left.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was left alone in total darkness.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I struggled in my bondage and tried to free myself.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I struggled, twisted and turned as much as my bondage would allow.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It was all to no avail.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could not so much as loosen on of the loops<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>of rope that held my limbs and body to the chair. </FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I sat there helpless in the chair and wondered, ôWhat is Beth thinking?<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>What does she have in mind? Does she think Iĺm crazy or what?ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>As I was pondering those thoughts, the door opened and the light came on.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It took a moment or two for my eyes to accommodate to the light.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When room came into focus, the sight upon which I laid eyes caused my rock hard cock to become even harder and larger if that was possible. </FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I had seen and ogled pictures of dominatrixes on the Internet.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>What I saw entering the room was a dominatrix stronger, taller and more beautiful and more powerful than any I had ever seen on the Internet.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth was standing there in the dim light.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing shiny, black, patent knee high boots.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The boots had stiletto heels that were at least 4 inches high, if not higher.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The boots accentuated Bethĺs perfectly rounded, muscular calves.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My eyes traveled up Bethĺs body and observed she was wearing form-fitting shorts that showed almost all of her entire perfectly formed lithe thighs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>A shiny black leather bra covered her breasts.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bethĺs breasts formed an acute, sharply pointed angle.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could see Bethĺs nipples rising small bumps in the leather bra.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth had on long, black, leather gloves that came to the mid point of her upper arms.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Before I<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>could pull my eyeballs back in my head, I heard Beth saying, ôBill I have known about your interest in bondage for a long time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I figured that you would use this room for your self-bondage sessions.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I rigged several of those tiny cameras in this room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You never noticed them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I have been watching you put yourself in bondage for over a year.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found all of your bondage gear.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I know what you have.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I have also found out the sites you visited on the Internet everything you down loaded from them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You see I had those cameras wired to my computer and I could watch what you did on my cell phone.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I also had everything you did recorded on my computer and saved it to DVD discs.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>ôBill I have an ultimatum for you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want to be sure youĺre really into bondage, domination and being chastised.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to give you a month to make a decision.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want you to decide if you want to become my full time slave or if you do not.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you decide you want to be my slave, I will do my best to see that your slavery is reality.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will do my best to bind, torture, chastise you and break you to my will.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you decide you do not want to be my totally abject slave, you will get rid of all of your bondage equipment and never again participate in any kind of bondage, read about it or chat about it on the Internet.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to release you now.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You are not to do anything with bondage for the next month.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you do any self-bondage, read about it or check into bondage sites of any kind on the Internet, I will find out about it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will then divorce you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am now<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>going to release you and we will continue as if none of this has happened.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth untied me to the point where I could finish untying the rest of my<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>bonds.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>By the time I had finished untying myself, Beth had been upstairs for quite awhile.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I put up the bondage gear, dressed and went upstairs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I needed a drink.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found Beth in the den and asked her if she wanted a drink.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She told me that she would love one.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I fixed us each a drink and sat in a chair beside Beth.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I said, ôWhen did you get interested in bondage?ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>She replied, ôI saw that you seem to be really into it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I decided if it turned you on so much I had better figure out what it was.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now Iĺm comfortable with the idea of having my very own slave to bind and torture as I wish.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now we will no longer discuss this subject until you give me your decision at the end of a month...ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I cannot tell you how long the next 30 days seemed to last.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was not very productive at getting my<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>work finished during the next 4 weeks.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I did manage to get all of my monthly reports and tables submitted on time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Several times I had to work until very late at night to get everything finished on time.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Finally the end of the month arrived.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I awoke to find Beth dressed in her dominatrix clothes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth slave, ôGet down to your bondage room and be quick about it.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth had me follow her down to where she had found me in bondage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had always secretly referred to it as the bondage room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I followed Beth into the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She ordered me to sit in the chair.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth expertly tied me to the chair in a way that I could not move a muscle.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I said to her, ôDo you have to tie me so tightly?ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>She replied, ôWhat is your decision slave?<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Do you want me to completely enslave you as my complete slave, servant and whatever other uses I may have for you?ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">As I ogled the beautiful dominatrix in front of me, I thought, ô<I>How can I resist becoming the slave of this beautiful dominatrix.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></I>Of course there was no way I could have said, ôNo!ö to her even if I wished to do it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I heard myself saying, ôYes Beth! I want you to make me into your slave and do whatever you wish with me.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth replied, ôGood!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to gag you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wonĺt need to blindfold you since there wonĺt be even the slightest shaft of light entering this room.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth picked up a ball gag and tried to insert it into my mouth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I resisted by clamping my teeth shut.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth simply pinched my nostrils together.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As soon as I had to open my mouth in order to breathe, Beth crammed the ball tightly into my mouth and strapped it tightly in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth then said, ôSlave, I have some things to do.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to leave you there for quite awhile.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want you to discover what is really like to be helplessly bound and unable to escape.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I donĺt think youĺve ever been kept bound much longer than you would like.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth turned out the light and left the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was left there with my thoughts of, ôHow long am I going to be left here?<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Where did Beth learn to tie me so securely?<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>What is she going to do with me?ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wondered. ôShould I have so readily agreed to become Bethĺs slave?ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>As I sat there in my bondage, the ropes and the chair began to punish my<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I began to really hurt.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I struggled in my bonds and stretched every which way I could.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could not find one knot to loosen.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could not even gain any slack in one of the loops of rope that bound my body to the chair.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The longer I sat there the more I hurt.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The ebon darkness stretched on without end.</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Finally the door opened.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôBill youĺve been there for about 4 hours.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I just came to check on you. If youĺre lucky youĺve been there about half the time I intend to keep you there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Goodbye!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Enjoy your helpless situation.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>The door closed and I was again left alone in the stygian darkness.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I thought, ôEight hours.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had never even been bound as long as the four hours that I have already been here.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>How can I stand another four hours?ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></SPAN></I></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I found out that being unable to move for a very long time causes one to be in real pain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I yelled, moaned and groaned into my gag.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It did little to relieve the pain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I suppose the little noises that escaped from my gag could be heard all of two feet from my chair.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I didnĺt think I could be in any more pain than I already was.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a time my body became one entire mass of pain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was now emitting a constant moan into my gag.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Finally I just gave in and let my chin rest on my chest.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had given into total submission to my bound position.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As I went deeper into the submissive state a strange thing happened.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I began to get turned on and my cock became rock hard.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course, bound the way I was, I could get no sexual relief. I was now undergoing two types of torture.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The first was the pain of my body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The second was my extreme desire to have my penis spurt its load of cum.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Just as I was contemplating how to get my cock to cum, the door opened.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When my eyes could accommodate to the light, I saw Beth standing there dressed her black uniform of the dominatrix.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She said, ôBill you have been there a little over 8 hours.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I hate to release you from your bondage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>However, for the first time, I think this is long enough.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Just then Beth happened to see my erect, rock hard cock.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She looked at it and said, ôBill I have my answer.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Long hard bondage really turns you on.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wonĺt have any trouble enslaving to the point where you will obey my every command without question.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now I need to get you fixed in something a little more comfortable.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth rummaged around in my box of bondage gear.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She produced a collar that had wrists and ankle cuffs connected to it by lengths of chain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth locked the collar on my neck.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As she released each of my limbs, on at a time to be sure there was no chance for me to escape, she locked the freed limb in the appropriate cuff.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When I was completely free of the chair, I had my neck locked in a collar that was connected to cuffs locked on my wrists and ankles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth removed my gag.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I heard Beth saying, ôBill go and use the bathroom, get yourself something to eat and drink if you wish. When youĺre finished, return here.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I made my way to the bathroom and took care of the necessities.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I made my way to the kitchen and fixed myself a very large snack.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I returned to where Beth was waiting in the bondage room. </FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>As I entered the room, Beth handed me a bucket and said, ôIf you need to go during the night, use the bucket.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth turned out the light and closed the door.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard the door lock click.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth me secured in chains and locked in the bondage room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Apparently I was to be there for the night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All I could do was curl up on the floor and get as comfortable as I could.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Soon I was in slumber land.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was awakened by the sound of the opening door.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth said, ôYou need to work today.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I also have prepared a list of things for you to order.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Most of them can be ordered on the net.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺve given you the phone numbers of the few things that cannot be ordered on the Internet.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I expect you to have the entire list ordered before I get home.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I can keep you from masturbating.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I would hope that you wouldnĺt masturbate.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In time I will solve that problem for you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you get finished with my orders and your work, I want you to go down to the cellar.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We have never put anything down there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We havenĺt needed the room until now.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I fully intend to make our cellar into a complete dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I know a contractor that will build what I design without question as long as pay her enough.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want you to completely clean the cellar of all dust. If you donĺt get it all done today, Iĺll expect you to finish it tomorrow.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I made my way up to the kitchen.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As Beth went off to try to sell an unsuspecting couple an exorbitantly priced house, I fixed myself a small breakfast.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After I cleaned up and placed the used dishes in the dishwasher, I went it at sat at my computer desk.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found Beth had placed the list of items I was to order on the desk beside the keyboard.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I looked over the list.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There were quite a few things on the list.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Most of them dealt with bondage or torture.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I recognize the use of a lot of the stuff Beth wished me to order.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I got busy and began at the top of the list, ordering each item from the location listed on Bethĺs list.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Some of the items turned me on as I ordered them, especially the small cage and the pillory.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There were a great many items that I did of which I did not know the use.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It took well over 2 hours to order everything Beth had written on her list.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After I had ordered all of the Items on Bethĺs list, I busied my self with the corporationĺs work.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>By 3 in the afternoon, I had finished the accounts on which I was working and faxed them to the office.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I began on the basement.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The basement was about half finished when I heard Beth enter the house.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Soon she came down to where I was washing down the walls and said, ôBill, finish up what you are doing and come up stairs.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I cleaned up the last of the area, which I was washing.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then I went upstairs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, if you have to use the bathroom do it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You wonĺt be able to use it for awhile.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I did as Beth demanded.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I returned to the bondage room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had assumed that was Beth wanted me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was not wrong..</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth said, ôBill Iĺm going to remove your chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill, spread your ankles wide.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth fastened a spreader bar on my ankles keeping them far apart.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth locked my wrists in a pair of handcuffs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She attached a chain to the links connecting the handcuffs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth stood on a stool and ran the chain connected to my handcuffs over a hook in the ceiling.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth locked the chain to my handcuffs forcing my wrists to be pulled up high over my head.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôI<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>donĺt<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>know how secure that ceiling hook is.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You might be able to pull it<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>loose.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Stand there and wait for me to finish this little job.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Iĺll properly fix you in place for the evening.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If that hook comes out of the ceiling, youĺll pay dearly for it.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth picked up a blindfold and secured it over my eyes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could now see nothing.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt a gag being pushed in my mouth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Before I could expel it, Beth had strapped it tightly in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Shortly I felt Beth feeling around my waist and genital area.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt Beth working around my waist and genital area for quite a long time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard her say, ôThere Iĺm finished with that little chore.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I can fix you for the evening. I felt my wrist<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>come down from above my head.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth ran a rope over the back of my neck and brought it through my armpits.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She made several loops, in like fashion and tied the rope at the back of my neck.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth had me place<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>my wrists behind my back with my arms parallel to the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth cinched the ropes and knotted the rope.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Beth took the left over ends of the rope and pulled my wrists high up on my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth pulled my arms up into hammer locks until the pressure really hurt my shoulders and upper arms. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Beth tied the rope connecting to my wrists to the back of my neck.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This pinned my arms in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There was no way I could release any<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>of the pressure on my upper arms and shoulders.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I heard Beth Saying, ôLie on the floor.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I did as she demanded.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth bound my ankles tightly together and cinched the ropes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then I felt her run a rope between<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>my ankles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth ran this rope around my tied wrists<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>and pulled my legs back until I felt my heels digging into my ass cheeks.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Beth continued pulling the ends of the rope up around the rope at the back of my neck.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth tied this rope making sure to<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>pull everything even tighter.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was now securely hogtied.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I didnĺt think I would<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>be getting out of those ropes until Beth untied them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôSince I already have you blindfolded and gagged, you can remain that way.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>All I<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>could to was lie there on the floor and feel the tight bondage to cause my knees, back, arms, and elbows<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>to ache.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I struggled in my bonds.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could not get any slack. All knots were out of reach.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was struggling and writhing on the floor to the full extent that my bondage would allow.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had no success in relieving one of the aches to which the bondage was subjecting my body.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Finally I heard the door open.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt my blindfold being removed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Beth unstrapped the gag from my mouth. She began untying the ropes that had so painfully constricted my body into the tight hogtie.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As each limb came free I emitted a moan or a groan.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth remarked,<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>ôOh ho!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺre finding out what it is like to have to endure real bondage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This is only a small sample of what youĺre going to receive once our dungeons are finished.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When the package, you ordered for me, begin to arrive, put them in the bondage room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Do not open them.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">Beth locked my neck wrists and ankles in the collar, cuffs and chains that had adorned my body all day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was told I could fix my dinner, use<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>the bathroom and then I would be locked in the bondage room for the night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The next several weeks followed the same pattern..<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>would be locked in collar, cuffs and<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>chains during the day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Each day, when Beth came home, I was secured in tight bondage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As the packages were delivered I placed them in the bondage room as ordered by Beth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a little over 2 weeks, Beth told me as soon as one additional item arrived, she would have her contractor make the bondage room into the small dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>About 3 days after Beth made her announcement she said, ôBill the last item of my first group of shipments has arrived.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty will be coming tomorrow to look at the bondage room and see how it can best be made into a neat dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will take the day off from work to consult with Patty.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then the next day Patty and her crew will begin in earnest to turn your bondage room into a small, real life dungeon.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>The next morning Beth let me out of the bondage room, while I was locked in chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth told me to take care of my duties for the corporation in the morning.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth explained that she would have a use for me later in the day.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>By <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:time Hour="12" Minute="0">noon</st1:time> I was finished with my work for the day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had heard someone come in the house.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>About <st1:time Hour="13" Minute="0">one oĺclock</st1:time> Beth came into the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She said, ôBill Iĺm ready for you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to gag and blindfold you.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She did that.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth unlocked my wrists and secured them behind my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She removed the rest of my cuffs and chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth told me, ôFollow me down to the bondage room.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth held my arm as she guided me into the bondage room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth spread my ankles far apart and secured them to something in the floor with ankle cuffs and chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My wrists were unlocked and fastened in front of my body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard a click and my arms were pulled into the air above my head until I was standing on tiptoe.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I felt Beth doing something to my cock.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bethĺs fingers on my cock caused it to become rock hard.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard a strange voice say, ôBeth youĺll never get that hard cock into the tube.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I heard Beth reply, ôPatty, I anticipated this happening.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm prepared for it.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I felt something cold on my cock.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As the coldness began to seep into my cock and cause it to become limp, I heard Beth say, ôSee Patty all it needed was a little ice to make it behave.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I felt my cock slip into some kind of tube.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I hear some metal clinking together and then felt a belt being tightly secured around my waist, just above my hips.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There were some more metallic clicks.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt my cock and balls being compressed in something that felt like a jock strap.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Only this device felt harder and less yielding than any jock strap that I had ever used.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Finally there were 2 more clicks.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard the voice Beth had called Patty say, ôSo that it is what it looks like.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth answered, ôYes that is it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I now have him at my<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>complete mercy.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He will not be able to do anything unless I allow him to do it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You can bet it is going to be a long time before I will allow anything to happen.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course the more he begs, the longer he will remain that way.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty replied. ôIt sure<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>looks secure.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I bet he canĺt do anything as long as it is in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If I ever get<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>married my husband is going to be in one of those.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I adore it.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Everything had happened so fast that I hadnĺt had time to realize that there was another woman present in the room, who had seen me, nude.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As I realized this my face began to turn from white to pink to a purple reddish color.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could tell this by feeling the heat of the blood rising to the skin of my facial area.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I felt Beth removing my gag and then my blindfold.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When my eyes accommodated I saw a women a little younger than Beth standing in front of me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The first thing I noticed was the beauty of her legs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They were muscular and fully developed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could see her calves and it looked as if she would have been on tiptoes her calve muscles would have rounded themselves into the rock hard calf muscles on which I love to lay eyes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This caused my cock to want to get hard.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As I felt my cock begin to engorge with blood I felt great pain there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My cock could not get hard.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard Beth saying, ôSay hello to Patty.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She and her crew are going to make this room into a real dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If I am not here you are to follow any order she gives you as if she were I.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Yes you will be nude in your usual collar, cuffs and chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wonĺt have to worry about you being able to do anything.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll be locked in that chastity belt I had custom made for you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be in chains and any of Pattyĺs female workers will be able to see you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Likewise if they give you an order you will obey it just as if it came from me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty may want to put you in the devices she will build and put in place for me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You are to allow her to do as she or any of her crew do as they wish with you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My only directive is that they are not to cause you and permanent damage.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth told me to go back up to the computer room and remain there until she came for me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In a little while Beth came into the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She said, ôI hope you took every opportunity to masturbate while your cock was free.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It is going to be a long time before you obtain sexual release of any kind.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Right now I do not even have the key to your belt in the house.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The company had an option where I could leave the key with them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I can send them an e-mail with the correct password.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then they will send me the keys to your belt.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>ôI meant what I said about Patty and her crew.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You are to obey any order any one of them gives you just as if it came from me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm sure they will want you to try out things that they will install to see if they work correctly and fit you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course some of them will never have seen a male in bondage. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm sure they will want to experiment with things and take liberties.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Your cock will be locked up an unable to do anything.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It will be safe.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Otherwise you will be at their mercy.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You have told me you love being dominated by women.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now you will get that chance.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>ôPatty had told me that it will take about a week maybe a day or two longer to get your bondage room made into a true dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As you saw or didnĺt see today she already has rings in the floor to which your ankles can be secured and hoist<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>mounted to the ceiling that can be used to raise your body or any part of it as far off of the floor as I wish.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now you can remain here until patty is finished.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will then give you your daily dose of bondage.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>After a time Beth summoned me down to the bondage room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She removed my collar, cuffs and chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth got out a device which I had never seen and could not figure out how it was used.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth had me sit on the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The device had a collar at one end with bars extending down in front of it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Mid way down the length of the bars, there were 2 half round circles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth unfolded the bars and secured the collar around my neck.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She ordered me to place my writs in the 2 half circles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth fitted metal u sections over my ankles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The half circles closed on a solid bar.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth threaded a bar through the u sections holding my ankles in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth locked the bar at the bottom of the bars in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was now in a sitting position.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My wrists were secured in front of my chest and my knees were bent.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Will I Was pondering my situation, Beth strapped a gag in my mouth.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth said, ôYouĺre locked in what is known as a Scavengers Daughter.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found on the site of a state for dominant own.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It's at the OWK in the <st1:place><st1:PlaceName>Czech</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType>Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> in their shop.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It is a form of cravat and it will keep you locked in that position.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I think it is a very good training device.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Unless you can escape which you canĺt, you there until I get ready for bed.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was left in total darkness.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When I felt as if I couldnĺt stand my cramped position any longer, Beth came in and replaced the cravat with my usual uniform of collar, cuffs and chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was allowed to take care of the necessities and eat.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then I was locked in the bondage room for the night.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>The next day, a little before <st1:time Hour="12" Minute="0">noon</st1:time>, Patty came in to the computer room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She told me, ôBill we need you in the dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Follow me!ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I followed Patty down to the bondage room which was soon to be a dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty ushered me into the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There were several women there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They pointed at my locked up genitals and giggled.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty unlocked my wrist cuffs and secured my writs behind my back in heavy iron shackles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty removed the remainder of my cuffs and chains.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then she told me to sit on the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty locked my ankles in heavy iron shackles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Behind me there was a box like affair.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty gagged me, opened a door to the box and told me to scoot into the box.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I maneuvered my body into the box as best I could.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found that I had to sit in the box bent over with my chin on my knees.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The box was so narrow that it touched the sides of my body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had to sit in my bent over cramped position.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty closed the door and I heard the lock click.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was now locked in the box in a position that allowed my body almost no movement.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wondered, <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">ôHow long am I going to be<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>left in this cramped position.</I>ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The only light that penetrated the box came from 2 small holes in each of the side.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could not turn my head enough to see through any of the holes.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I donĺt know how long I had been left there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was begging to ache and get cramps from my confined position.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty opened the door.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She said, ôSlave crawl out of that box..ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>As soon as I was out of the box, Patty unlocked the shackles from my ankles and told me to follow her.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty led me over to<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>what I recognized as a pillory.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty told me to spread my legs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She placed each of my ankles in position,<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty locked my ankles in wooden stocks.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty then released my wrists,<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>she had me bend over and place my neck and wrists in the pillory.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could not resist as my ankles were already locked in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty closed the upper board of he pillory and locked it in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was now held in place with my ankles locked in wooden circles and my upper body was forced to remain parallel to the floor by the pillory.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This left my ass sticking out in place and vulnerable.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>One of the ladies said, ôPatty I have never seen a dildo used on a male.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty replied, ôThere are several in that box over there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Get one of them and weĺll have a demonstration of how it works.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I heard footsteps cross the room and return.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard Patty say, ôMarla I see you got the medium sized one.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Thatĺs good.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Weĺll begin with it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Watch this.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>There was just enough space between the pillory and the wall for a person to walk in front of my secured head.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty thrust the black dildo toward my mouth and said, ôSlave, eat cock!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The wetter you get this cock, the more easily it will slide into your asshole.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I opened my mouth and Patty rammed the black dildo into it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She pushed it back into my throat until I gagged.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She said, I love nothing more than to see a male slave eat hard cock.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Eat this cock and like it slave.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>When Patty was satisfied that the dildo was a wet as I could get it she walked around behind me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt Patty probe at the edges of my sphincter with the head of the dildo.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty gave a shove and it felt like my asshole was being split open.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty gave the dildo another shove.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This time I let out a loud yelp.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard Patty say, ôIt looks like his crap hole is tightly stuffed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Girls thatĺs what a male looks like with a dildo stuffed up his ass.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Since it is his first time, all we can do is leave it there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Once he gets used to it, we can use a strap on and fuck him with it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Tomorrow Iĺll show you something else we can do to him with dildos. Now Iĺm going to blindfold him.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty blindfolded me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard her saying, ôGirls it is open season on his ass.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Over in the corner there is a box with all kinds of whips and straps in it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There is another box with canes in it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The five of<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>you can whip him as hard as you wish with the implement of your choice.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you choose a strap or a whip you may give him 20 strokes with it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you choose a cane you may only give him a dozen with it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You may hit him as hard as you wish. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The only restricts are that you must hit him on his ass cheeks or the backs of his thighs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Ladies get back to work and take your frustrations out on his ass, as you wish, one at a time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The reason he is blindfolded is that he does not need to know which one of you is working him over.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That way he wonĺt be able to hold a grudge against you.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was left alone for what seemed like a very long time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All of a sudden I felt as if my ass had been branded.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Fire shot through both of my ass cheeks as I heard the resounding crack of whatever implement I had been hit.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard a voice say, ôIĺll bet youĺre glad I chose the cane.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That way youĺll only get 12.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Wow that sure left a nice purple mark on your ass.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Oh Patty has told us there is one more rule Beth left for your punishment.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺre not gagged.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you ever yell out or beg for mercy, we get to give you an additional 5 strokes with whatever implement we are using on her.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Another fiery bran burned across the top of one of my thighs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All of the breath left my body in a loud whoosh.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Before I could recover, another blow landed in the exact same point.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I couldnĺt stop myself I yelled out, ôPlease stop!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I canĺt take anymore of this.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>ôThe voice from the person behind me said, ôGoody, Iĺm glad you did that.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now I get to give you 17.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I have never had the chance to cane a male.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I didnĺt know whether I would like it or not.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I love it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course you can yell and beg all you wish.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It wonĺt make any difference.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll get the entire 17.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wish it could be more.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth has given us our orders.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will only get 17 strokes.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">It felt as if my ass and thighs were on fire.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was screaming at the top of my lungs when the session ended.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I thought, <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">ôHow can I take four more sessions of punishment like this one.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wonĺt be able to stand it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Why did I ever agree to become Bethĺs slave?ö</I></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I struggled to see if I cold find any means of escape.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was firmly locked in wood at my ankles, wrists and neck.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could do nothing but await the punishment that was going to happen to me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>About every half hour or so one of the girls would come over and cane or whip me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Each one of them got to use the additional 5 strokes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could not keep from begging each one of them for mercy.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course I received nothing but even harsher punishment from them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>One lady delighted in seeing if she could drive the dildo plug farther up into my ass hole.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Every one of her strokes with the cane landed directly on it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After the 5<SUP>th</SUP> woman had finished caning me, I felt completely exhausted with my ass and thighs feeling as if red hot pokers had been used on them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All I could do was slump in the pillory.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had to stand tall enough that I didnĺt get chocked by the hard wood circling my neck...</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Finally I heard Beth say, ôWow it looks like they really worked you over.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I donĺt think there is a spot on your ass cheeks or thighs that isnĺt striped red or purple.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to lock you in your chains, collar and cuffs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You can fix yourself something to eat, use the bathroom and return here.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺll fix you for the night.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was collared and chained.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I did as Beth ordered.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I returned to the bondage room that was now halfway to becoming a dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth quickly shackled my wrists behind my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She tightly gagged me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth ushered me over to a cell that could have been more n 15 inches square.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth opened the cell door and ushered me into it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She told me to face the wall.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt my arms tied tightly together at my elbows.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Shackles were placed on my ankles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The cell door closed and I heard it lock.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôYou can spend the night in that cell.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll find out that it is so confining you must stand in it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Good night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Try to get some sleep.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was left in total darkness.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found that I could not do anything but remain mostly upright in the cell.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I tried to get comfortable.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There was little I could do to relieve my painful condition.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could lean against the solid iron bars of my cage like cell a little.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a short time the bars would dig into my flesh and become painful.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I tried everything.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All I could do was stand there and hurt.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After what seemed like a very long time, I gave into my bound and caged condition.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I slumped against the iron bars in the least painful stance that I had found and my chin rested on my chest.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was too exhausted to do more than slump in that position with my body held in place by the iron bars.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I must have slept a little.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If I didnĺt sleep, I had drifted off into that place where one is in fantasy land and unaware of his surroundings.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was brought back to the present by the sound of the door opening.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôI hope you had a good nights sleep.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If I know Patty she has a rough day planned for you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to lock you in your collar and cuff costume.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You need to be finished with your daily work by 10.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty is going to begin doing whatever it is she has in mind for you by then.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺve gotten you up several hours earlier than usual.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want to be sure you get your work finished for the corporation.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth unlocked the cell door.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I stumbled out of the cage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was barely able to stand.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I docilely stood there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Even if Beth would have given me a chance to escape, which she didnĺt, I would have been too exhausted to resist her.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I did as Beth had ordered.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Shortly after 10, Patty came in and told me to follow her down to the dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had no choice but to do as Patty directed.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>When we reached the dungeon, all 5 of Pattyĺs employees were gathered there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They quickly helped Patty lock me in the stocks in a standing position as I had been yesterday.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard Patty say, ôGirls, Iĺm going to show you another use for dildos.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>First Iĺm going to plug his mouth with this inflatable dildo.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want to be sure his mouth completely sealed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There are 2 reasons for that...<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The first reason is that he definitely is not going to like what weĺre going to do to him.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I donĺt want to listen to him protest, beg and complain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The second reason is that I donĺt want him to be able to expel anything from his mouth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll see the reason for that in a little while.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty came around and tried to force the dildo into my mouth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I resisted by keeping my teeth clamped shut.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I saw Patty nod.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard a crack and my ass felt like it had been branded.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I opened my mouth to yell.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As soon as my mouth opened patty forced the dildo into my mouth strapped it in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty fastened a squeeze bulb to the dildo and pump it up until it completely filled my mouth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I thought my jaws were going to break before Patty stopped, closed the valve and removed it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She stood back and said, ôThere now his mouth is sealed.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>ôIĺm going to get a combination dildo and butt plug.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This one is going to be larger than the one we used yesterday.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We want to be sure his asshole is completely plugged and sealed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll notice that this is also and inflatable dildo like the one I placed in his mouth, only larger.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Bill gave a grunt as the large dildo began to enter his asshole.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He emitted an even louder groan as the large bump at the bottom of the dildo passed hi sphincter.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It was now impossible for Bill to expel the dildo from his bung hole.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill felt the dildo begin to expand as Patty pumped it up.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Just as Bill thought that his asshole was going to be ripped open, Patty stopped and removed the pump.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill heard Patty say, ôLadies there is a bucket over there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want each of you to drink a lot of water and urinate in the bucket.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will do the same.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Bill heard several of the women asked Patty, why should we do that.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty replied, ôAll in good time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll see it the reason for it later. Now letĺs get back to work.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Bill stood there locked in the stocks and wondered what the girls were going to do with him.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Periodically he heard a splash as one of the women was apparently urinating in the bucket...<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This went on for quite awhile.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a few hours Bill heard patty say, ôI think we have enough in the bucket to continue Bills program.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Get those 2 enema bags over there on the bench and bring them here.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺm going to fill one of them with a hot soapy solution that will have a mild emetic in it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The emetic will cause his intestines to cramp.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When the dildo stuffed in his ass will not allow him to expel the enema his intestines will become quite painful.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>These are 2 quart enema bags.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He will be quite full when they are both drained into his body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺll fill this bag with enema and be back in a few minutes.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>All Bill could do was wait to receive his enema.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty returned and said, ôLadies this bag is filled with 2 quarts of hot soapy enema spiked with an emetic.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>ôIĺll hang it up and attach it to the dildo in his rear end.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty hanged the enema back on a hook in the ceiling.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She screwed the end of the hose into the dildo in Billĺs posterior.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Patty said, ôGirls weĺre ready for the second enema bag.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Get the buck of piss and the funnel.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Weĺre going to fill the second bag with our urine.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Quickly the bag was filled to its 2 quart capacity with the urine of the women.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty hung the second bottle to another hook in the ceiling and fastened the end of the hose to the dildo stuck in Billĺs mouth.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty said, ôIĺll give him the enema first.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She reached up and released the clip on the hose dangling from the enema bag.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill felt hot liquid pouring into his large intestine, the liquid continued to pour into his intestines until he thought they were going to rupture.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Just when bill thought that his innards could hold no more of the liquid Patty said, ôThe bag is empty.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺll close the valve on the dildo and remove the hose.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>As Patty closed the valve and removed the hose, Bill felt the first cramp hit his large intestine.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He moaned and felt as if the front of his stomach had contracted back until it reached his back bone.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He was in great pain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty said, ôSee girls the emetic has begun to kick in.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He is going to cramp and be in pain until he can expel his enema.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If course weĺre not going to let that happen for quite awhile are we girls?ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty was answered by an enthusiastic chorus of, ôNoĺsö from the ladies,</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty remarked, ôLadies his intestines are full.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It is time to fill his stomach.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He can now taste and digest our sweet golden nectar.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty opened the valve and the urine began to flow into the back of Billĺs mouth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill tried to resist swallowing the acrid liquid.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He had no choice.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In order to breathe he had to swallow.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In a little while the bag had expelled all of its golden liquid into Billĺs stomach...</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Patty said, ôBill youĺre going to have the urge to vomit.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I suggest you resist that urge.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You might drown from the liquid expelled from your stomach before one of us can take that dildo out of your mouth...<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Itĺs Time to get back to work ladies.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Bill was left there in the stocks with his stomach cramping in pain and trying his best to resist regurgitating the amber liquid from his stomach. He had never been this uncomfortable in his life.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill was left in the stocks until Beth returned home.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She released him from the stocks and allowed him to go to the bathroom, pull out the dildo and relieve himself.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When Bill returned to the dungeon, Beth told him to get in the small dark box in the corner.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth locked the door and left Bill there for the night.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">The rest of the week bill was locked in uncomfortable bondage by patty and her crew.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He was whipped and had his nipples tortured.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He was always gagged.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a day more than a week Patty announced that the small dungeon was now complete and she was ready to begin on the large dungeon in the basement. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As soon as the small dungeon was completed my life began to change.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth became even more dominant.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was allowed fewer hours out of the dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My work began to suffer from lack of time to spend doing it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was kept in constant bondage and in the most uncomfortable of positions.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>One day Beth came into the dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She said, ôThe state legislature has passed a new law.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Couples of the same sex can be married.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The law will take effect in 6 months.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Tomorrow I am going to bring an attorney here and she is going to have a bunch of papers for you to sign.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty and one of her workers can witness your signature on each paper.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You wonĺt have to worry about what youĺre singing.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In fact you will not be able to read the documents you to which you will be affixing your signature.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All the documents that you will sign will enforce the idea that you have become my slave in every way and that I own your body as if it were my own.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>To celebrate the fact that tomorrow you are going to become my very own slave and personal property, Iĺm going to celebrate by tying you to the cross for the night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In the morning, Iĺll tightly hog tie you until the attorney gets here with the documents youĺll need to sign.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth bound me to the cross in a way that I had to remain on tip toe all night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I could do noting to relieve the stress on my calves and thighs.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>By morning I was exhausted.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth released me to go to the bathroom.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After I returned to the bondage room, Beth hogtied me tighter than she had ever done before.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Once my wrists were fastened to my ankles, Beth dropped a rope down from the ceiling.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She fixed the rope at the mid point of the bonds connecting my wrists to my ankles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She then raised the rope with a hoist until my knees and chest were bowed back off of the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth gagged me and left me there.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was left in that hogtie a very long time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My back began to ache and cramp.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I would have yelled out from the pain of the cramps in my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>However nothing would have come out past my gag.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I saved my energy to keep my mind on something else besides my painful and cramped position.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I began to wonder, <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">ôHow far Beth was going to take me into slavery and how much she was going to dominate.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Why did I ever agree to let her put me in bondage and begin dominating me?<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Because I was stupid and let my cock rule my brain.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></I>I thought Beth would put me in bondage and then tease me to climax.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I sure was wrong about that.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth now had my cock locked up and useless.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had been more than 2 weeks since I had sexual release.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had never gone that long without having cum before.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When I thought the cramps were going to put a permanent bend in my back bone, Beth came into the room with three other women.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>One of the women came around in front of me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth told me, ôThis is Ann.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She is the one who drew up this pile of documents that youĺre going to sign for me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will not need to have your gag removed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Since you are left handed, I will only need to release your left hand for you to sign these documents.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Your signature may look a little weird.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>However patty and one of her workers, Barbara are here to witness your signature.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They will assure anyone who thinks your signature may be forged that you really did sign of your own free will and without coercion of any kind.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you agree that you are signing these documents of your own free will, nod your head, ôYes.öö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I nodded and Beth said, ôGood!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Ladies you now have seen him agree that he is signing these documents of his own free will.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth was greeted with a chorus of, ôYes!ö from each of the women.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth said, ôNow that Bill has agreed that he is signing these documents of his own free will, we can proceed with getting his signature on each of these documents.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Patty and Barbara can witness them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill I have you fixed in that hogtie in a way that I can release only your left hand without releasing any other part of your bondage.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty has been kind enough to bring in a smooth piece of wood that we can put the documents on for you to sign.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now Iĺll release your left arm.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then Ann will give you a pen and place each document on the wood for you to sign.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The documents will be covered so you canĺt read them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All you need do is place your signature on the correct line of each document.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth released my left arm.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As soon as it would properly function, Ann placed a pen in my hand.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then she placed a sheet of paper on the board.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There was a line with an, ôXö at the beginning of it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I signed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As soon as I signed one document Ann removed it and put another one in its placed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I didnĺt keep count of the documents I signed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It sure was a very large number.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Finally Ann said, ôThis is the last one.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>As soon as I signed it, Beth grabbed my arm and fastened in place, as it had been, before she released it for me to sign the documents.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Without comment the women left me hogtied as I had been before they arrived.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I thought, ô<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Why did I have to sign so many documents in order for me to become Bethĺs slave?ö</I><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If I would have known the answer to that, I would have traveled as far away from Beth as I could.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I didnĺt know it at the time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth was not going to give me any chance to escape.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Once I had signed those documents I was caught in Bethĺs web of slavery and there would be no possible escape.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>After quite a while, Beth came into the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She drew up a chair and sat in front of me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She began, ôBill you are now my slave and property.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There now will be no way you can escape the status of becoming my lowly slave and bondage toy.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I didnĺt realize it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found out I love dominating you and I have a sadistic side.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I really get off on causing you pain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Until the large dungeon in the basement is completed, this small dungeon is going to be your home.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Iĺll put a portable toilet in here.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That way you wonĺt have to leave the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will either have you confined in bondage or locked in one of the cages virtually 24 hours a day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course you wonĺt have to worry about doing your work.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>One of the documents you signed was your resignation from your position at the corporation.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We have enough money that you donĺt need to work.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will not do much selling or real estate after the large dungeon is finished.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will retire as well.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That way Iĺll be able to concentrate on training you to become a very obedient slave.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You can remain there for awhile.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Later I will change your bondage.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth left me there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I hurt so much that I could not concentrate on any thoughts.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Finally Beth released me from the hog tie, being sure that I was never completely free enough to escape.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She then locked me in a cage that was about 3 feet high and 4 feet square with my wrists bound behind my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôTomorrow I will have a surprise for you and your training will begin in earnest.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was left there for the night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It seemed like I was locked in the cage longer than usual.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When the door opened Beth came into the dungeon accompanied by another woman whom I had never seen.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was not remain unaware of her name for long.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôThis is Diana.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She and I have been clandestine lovers for a long time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>On those days I came home late I was with Diana.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We love each other.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When you allowed me to chastise you and make you into my slave, you gave Diana and I the perfect chance to be full time lovers.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana is an MD.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She will assist in your training and make sure you suffer no permanent damage that we do not want you to endure.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll be glad to know that the severe part of your training will not begin until Patty and her crew finish the large dungeon in the basement.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Shortly after that dungeon is finished, Diana and I are going to break you to the point you will have no will to resist anything we wish to do to you or wish you to do for us.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>For now weĺll have to be content with the devices we have at hand.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course they are not inconsiderable.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will have an uncomfortable, painful stay in this small dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It will be nothing compared to what you will endure in the large dungeon.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana chimed in, ôFrom what Beth has told me, you have had it pretty easy.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>First I want you to know that as a medical doctor, I know that your cock will never have to be released from your chastity belt.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As long as you have your cock, the chastity belt will remain locked on it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>To keep your prostate gland healthy, I will milk you once every 2 months or so in a way that you will simply drain the cum from your prostate with out feeling sexual release of any kind.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If necessary, at the time you are being milked we will cause you enough pain that you will not know that cum has dribbled out of your penis.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There are a lot of things we can do to you with whips, canes, pins and needles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You can be sure I know where all of the lovely pain centers are located on your body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll be glad to know that we have things to do for the next several days.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I have to take care of making sure my patients are being taken care of by the doctor taking over my practice.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth has several loose ends at the real estate office to finish.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺre going to have to make do with being bound or caged an only be tortured as we have time to work on you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Now you can have some freedom to stretch an relax for a few hours.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Weĺre going to leave you with your wrists bound behind your back and your ankles bound.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will not be gagged and the light will be left on.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You can use the portable toilet as you wish.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Enjoy your free time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will suffer later.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>The ladies fixed me as Diana had said they would.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was left alone to lie on the floor or sit in the chair as I wished.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I tried the door to see if I could get out of the dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I forgot to mention that when Beth had Patty make the bondage room into a dungeon that the door had been changed and strengthened.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It would take a sledge hammer to break it down.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Even that might not be possible.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Patty had installed a solid metal door and a steel frame that was bolted into a frame of 6 by 6 studs with heavy bolts.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Two heavy locks secured the door.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The hinge pins were about 3 times normal size and were welded in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It would take a stick of dynamite for me to get out of that dungeon...</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>All too soon Beth and Diana came into the dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth placed a bowl of yukky looking substance on the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana said, ôAs of now your diet is being changed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Eat the gruel in the bowl.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It has all the nutrients and calories you need to keep you healthy.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I tasted the food.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It was almost tasteless and completely bland.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I looked up, Beth said, "You had better eat all of your meal and act like you relish it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Your food will never vary.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will receive the same food 3 time each day just as if you were a dog.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will eat the exact same food 3 times a day, every day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I suggest you thank Diana for making such nourishing food for you.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I looked at Diana and said, ôThank you for making such a good dinner for me Diana.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana picked up a cane and hit my ass 5 times as hard as she could.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>ôSlave, you are to call me Mistress Diana.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I bent over to eat my food and promptly received 5 more blows from the cane on my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I looked up and said, ôThank you Mistress Diana.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana replied, ôThat is better slave.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Eat your food!ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>When I finished the food, Beth said, ôDiana is going to fix you for the night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>While youĺre bound and in pain, I want you think about Diana and I being in bed and making love to each other.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We want you to realize the you have a useless cock that is locked up and unavailable.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Since you can have sex with me, I have going to have sex with Diana.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was always curious about what sex with another women would be like.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I have found that it much more pleasurable to have sex with another women than a man.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Weĺre going to fix you for the night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We canĺt wait to get in bed and have a night of sexual fulfillment. ô</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">Diana and Beth began to fix me in position for the night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It was at this time I decided I had enough of being bound and tortured.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As soon as my arms were freed to be refastened, I attacked Diana.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I tried to overpower her.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth knocked my feet out from under me and I landed on my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Before I could recover, Diana straddled my chest and pinned my arms to the floor with her knees.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I tried as hard as I could to dislodge Diana.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I couldnĺt do anything to get her off of my chest.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana began to slap my face hard.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My head rolled back and forth as the slaps hit my face from opposite sides.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana went right on slapping my face until I was almost unconscious.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>The two women dragged me to my feet.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My arms were pulled up toward the ceiling, behind my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My wrists were raised until my upper body was parallel to the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My ankles were spread as far apart as possible and fastened to rings in the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This had the effect of putting more pressure on my shoulders and arms.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana tightly gagged me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She place a severe nipple clamp on each of my nipples.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As the clamps bit into my nipples, they forced me to yell into the gag.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>While Diana was attending to my nipples, Beth rammed a large steel dildo into my rear end.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She then attached a wire to the dildo and another wire to my metal cock sheath.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Beth and Diana stood back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth pressed a button on a device that looked like a TV remote control.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My body shuddered and jerked.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I yelled into my gag.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My cock and asshole had just received a severe shock...<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana said, "I found this device at a medical supply house.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It has several different settings.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The shock you just receive was at less than half the power the device is capable of delivering to you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I feel that level is adequate for your first time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The device is set on random mode.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It will deliver from 4 to 12 shocks and hour to your body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The shocks will last from 10 seconds to one minute.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will never know when they are going to occur or how long theyĺre going to last.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Have a good night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth and I are going to be really turned on by knowing youĺre here and being tortured.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We will have a lovely night of delicious sex.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>For the rest of the month I was never comfortable or completely free of pain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was bound in every possible way.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was whipped caned and pierced with pins and needles in my nipples and other parts of my body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana was right whenever she pierced my body with a pin or needle it was in the most painful spot possible.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana often applied electric current to the needles and pins.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>One day the women said the cellar dungeon was complete and it would be my home for the next 5 months.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They bound my arms behind my back and ushered me down the steps to the new dungeon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was told my bondage and torture would continue as had in the small dungeon for the next 2 months.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana and Beth said that since there were more devices available the severity of my bondage and torture would be increased.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was racked, crucified over night, confined in tens of bondage positions for long periods of time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I lost all track of time.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>One day Beth came in and said, ôIt is time for your intense training session to begin.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana joined Beth.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth continued, ôDiana and I have read about a state ruled by dominant women.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They have 3 degrees of training.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They are hardcore training, severe training and training.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They say that they usually limit the hard core training session to one week.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll be glad to know yours is going to last a month.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Our version of the hardcore training session will be this.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be locked in a dark cell, chained to the wall with your wrists bound behind your back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be gagged.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be brought out of your cell 3 times in every 24 hour period to be brutally whipped with strap and cane and eat your gruel. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will only be permitted use of the bathroom on the 3 times you are let out of your cell.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If you go at any other time you will incur more punishment.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was gagged, put into the cell.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>A collar was locked around my neck and fastened to the wall.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I found this to be very uncomfortable.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>All I could do was stand in the dark cell.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Three times each day I was dragged out of my cell, strung up, whipped and caned. </FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></SPAN></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I lost all track of time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Things became a dark haze.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I had no recognizable thoughts other than to endure my bondage, confinement and punishment sessions.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was given many additional punishment sessions for having urinated on the floor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Which ever mistress, Diana or Beth administered my punishment session rarely spoke to me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They simply strung me up, whipped me and indicated I should eat my gruel.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then I was gagged and chained to the wall of the cell.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>One day Beth told me, ôBill youĺve completed your first month of training.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Your next training session will be extreme punishment.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be placed in the stocks for four hours twice each day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be caned just after you are locked in the stocks and just before your are released from them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This means you will be caned 4 times a day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In addition to being confined in the stocks and punished, you will work eight hours each day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Mounted in the center of the floor is a generator.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be shackled to a bar which when you walk in a circle will turn the generator.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will walk fast enough to produce enough current to keep a hundred watt bulb lit for eight hours.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am told that it is a multi poled generator.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>A walking speed of a little under 4 miles an hour will produce enough current to keep the bulb lit.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>If the bulb goes out the time it is out will be recorded on a chart.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will be punished for every minute the light is not lit.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Again things became a blur of being locked in the stocks, caned and walking in a circle for endless hours each day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There was some relief.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was always bound in a way that I could sit or lie on the floor and get some sleep.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I now simply answered whatever Diana or Beth said to me with, ôYes Mistress!ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I had no track of time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>One day Diana came in and said I had graduated to the month of punishment.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She explained that the punishment session was the least severe of the three punishment session.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I would be locked in the stocks for only 2 hours twice each day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I would only be caned once each time I was out in the stocks.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>On the other hand I would have to turn the generator for 12 hours each day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I suffered the same sentence each night.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was bound in a way I could lie or sit on the floor of my cell and get some sleep.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>By the time Beth told me I had completed my third month of punishment, I was completely docile and hypnotized into obeying whatever </FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana or Beth ordered me to do without question or rebellion.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My 3 month training session had taken its toll.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I now had no will to escape or resist whatever Diana and Beth had planned for me.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">After I completed my 3 months training session Beth told me that I would simply be confined in a cell with a gag and my wrists bound behind my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She told me I needed rest for the ordeal that was ahead of me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After Beth locked me in my cell, I wondered, <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">ôWhat ordeal was I going to undergo?ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></I></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I soon forgot about what Beth had said.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It was so relaxing to just have my wrists locked behind my back and be gagged that I took every advantage of it to get all of the rest possible.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a week Diana and Beth appeared at my cell.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth said, ôYouĺll be glad to know that Diana and I are going to be married this weekend.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>One of those documents you signed for Ann was a no fault divorce decree.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It became final today.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The state law permitting same sex marriages also went into effect today.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana and I are free to marry. <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Weĺre going to do so this coming Saturday.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll be glad to know that after the wedding there is going to be a special ceremony.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You are going to be the guest of honor.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>ôBy the way Bill the documents you signed for Ann gave me the rights to all of your property both real and personal.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>As of now you own nothing.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Your pension rights are all signed over to me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When you are of age to receive your pension it will come to me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You are now completely dependent on remaining in my good graces for your livelihood.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll be glad to know that after the wedding there is going to be a special ceremony.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You are going to be the guest of honor.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Youĺll be glad to know that you can remain in your cell and get ready to be the guest of honor at the ceremony after Diana and I are married.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Saturday came all too soon.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth and Diana scrubbed me down and removed all of my body hair below my armpits.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>They said it was necessary that I have as little hair on my body as possible for the coming ceremony.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After I was washed and had the hair removed, I was gagged and blindfolded with my wrists behind my back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My legs were tightly bound at the knees and ankles.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was wrapped in some kind of cloth and carried out to what I guessed was a car or van.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt movement as the vehicle began to move.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a short drive I was removed from the van and carried somewhere.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was placed on what felt like a bed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The cloth was removed from my body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My wrists were released and re fastened tightly to a bar above my head.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>My legs were pulled as wide as hey would go and my ankles were fastened to something to keep my legs spread.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>A belt was strapped around my chest just below my arm pits and buckled tightly in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>A second strap was fastened just above my hips.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I now could only move my fingers and toes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The rest of my body was bound in place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After my last bit of bondage was secured, my chastity belt was removed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It felt funny having my cock and balls free after they had been locked up so long.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I thought my cock would immediately get hard when the belt was removed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>However it remained limp.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>The silence lasted for a long time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard a bunch of feminine voices.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then steps came into the room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I heard several women say, ôI canĺt wait to see this.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I always wondered what it would be like.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There was more conversation along the same line.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I wondered what they were talking about.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Then I heard Beth say, ôDiana is getting reading to perform the operation.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will see the important part of it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After Bill is put to sleep, you will have to leave.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That is when the serious part will take place.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You will have no interest in that.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Then I heard Diana say, ôI have to explain a few things to Bill.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will then remove his blindfold and the operation will begin.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana continued, ôBill you signed a document for Ann confessing that you are a child molester.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You agreed that in lieu of going to jail that you would permit me to nullify you.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That is you have agreed to let me slice off your penis and balls.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Otherwise youĺll spend a long time in prison.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In addition Beth and I were afraid you would be jealous of our marriage and want revenge.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Once your cock and balls are gone you will have no reason to be jealous of us.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>In addition having your cock and balls removed, I and my associates are going completely remove your prostate.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After your operation has been completed, you will never have any sexual feelings of any kind.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After you spend a few weeks healing youĺll be sent off for your final transformation.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth, remove the blindfold.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I believe weĺre ready.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I felt the blindfold being removed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When my eyes could accommodate I saw Beth, Diana, Ann, patty, her crew and several women dressed in white.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana said, ôWhen I nullify a male I want him to see it and feel it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That way he will know it really happened to him and was not a fantasy or dream.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></I>I will inject enough anesthetic into his genitals that it will dull the pain but not completely eradicate it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill will feel quite a bit of pain.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Heĺll be glad to know the pain will not be as severe as the tortures Beth and I inflicted on him.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill there is a mirror strategically placed on the ceiling that will permit you to view the entire operation.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want you to watch and know that you really have been nullified.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I felt several pin pricks around my balls and penis as Diana injected the anesthetic.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana said, ôWhile the anesthetic takes effect, I will explain a little of what Iĺm going to do.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Beth and I have decide we want to have Billĺs genitals intact after they are removed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>That way we can keep them as trophy.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Bill will be able to see what he will never again be able to use.ö As Diana went on to explain how she was going to cut around the entire area of the cock and balls my cock began to get hard.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana explained, ôFor some reason many men have their cocks get hard when they hear someone talking about removing their cock and balls.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It is usual for the person to doing the castrating, to permit the male cum one last time.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana and I have decided that Bill has had his cock locked up for so long that we donĺt want to ruin his experience of being chastised by allowing him a last cum.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am going to nullify him without him having a last climax.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I think the anesthetic has had time to take effect.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I can begin.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>First I am going to cut entirely around the ball sack.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I want to be sure to leave some of the skin of the ball sack attached to the penis.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt the scalpel begin to slice the skin of my ball sack as close to my body as Diana could get it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I began to feel real pain and jerked in my bonds as Diana continued slicing around the ball sack.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Of course I could not move a millimeter.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>After a time Diana said, ôI have the skin of the sack cut as far as I can go until I remove the penis. I now have to tie off several blood vessels and cut them.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I felt more pain as Diana tied off the veins and arteries sutured them closed.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana then said, ôI am ready to cut the cords and knot them.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt more pain as Diana secured a ball cord with forceps.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana tied off the cord and said, ôNotice that when I release the cord that it will snap back into his body out of reach.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana then snipped the cord to my other ball and let it retract back into my body.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She said, ôLadies Bill is a man no more.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I have effectively removed his balls.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I laid there in my bonds and thought, <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">ôThis canĺt be happening to me.ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></I>It was, I could see and feel what was happening to me.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I understood why Diana wanted the male to be nullified to feel and see what was happening to him.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I understood that I no longer and working balls.</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana said, ôI am ready to do the penis.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am going to cut around the base of it except for where it is attached to the ball sack.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Once I get the proper cuts done, the whole works will come off in one piece.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>To be sure I get it right, Iĺm going to run a sound down his pee hole.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I will feel it with the scalpel and use it as a guide to be sure I slice in the correct locations.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana took a metal rod and inserted into my penis.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She pushed it in until she was satisfied it was in the right location.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I yelled into my gag as Diana began slicing around the base of my penis in slow sure strokes.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I felt the razor sharp scalpel touch the rod inserted into my penis several times.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Finally Diana said, ôI think I have it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>One more slice and everything should come off nicely.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>ôMy associates are ready.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When I remove the genitals, they will quickly stop the rest of the bleeding.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>Diana gave a quick flick of the scalpel and said, ôThere that does it.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I watched in horror as Diana slid my cock off of the rod bring my sack with my balls in it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana dropped the package into a bowl and said, ôI will have stuffed and mounted as my and Bethĺs trophy.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Ladies that ends the public part of the operation.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It will take several hours to finish removing the rest of his sex organs and sew him up.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>You all will be glad to know as soon as he is healed from this operation he is going to be shipped to the transgender clinic.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When he returns he will no longer be Bill he will be Billie.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>He has already has his name legally changed By Ann.ö</FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">I felt a pin prick and then nothing but blackness.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I awakened, restrained in a hospital room.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Diana came in and I said, ôDid it really happen?ö<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT color=#000000><FONT face="Times New Roman">Diana got a mirror and showed me the spot where my cock and balls had been.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>There was nothing there.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I quickly healed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I was locked in a straight jacket and taken to the transgender clinic.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It took about 6 months for them to change me into a woman.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN></FONT></FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000>I was taken from the clinic in bondage back to Beth and Diana where they use me as their slave.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I must wait on them hand and foot or be punished in one of the dungeons.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am as perfectly obedient as I can be after having spent so much time in those dungeons.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>I am so conditioned that I can not rebel against whatever Beth and Diana order me to do for them </FONT></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P><P class=MsoBodyText style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p><FONT face="Times New Roman" color=#000000> </FONT></o:p></P> | `
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This story is intended for adults of legal age.á If you are not of legal age
go elsewhere.á If you are offended by torture and explicit sex find another
story.
á
To whoever suggested the husband being made into a eunuch by the wifeĺs lover
this tale is for you.á However the lover is the wifeĺs lesbian lover.
á
Some small part of this tale is true.á It is up to you the reader to decide
which part or parts are true.á Otherwise the story is entirely fictitious and
all names are fictitious.
á
Hi my name is Bill.á This is the story of how I became the salve of my wife
Beth and her lover Ann.
á
I am now nearing age 50.á My wife is 7 years younger.á We are both college
graduates.á I am tall 6-5 and my weight isáá proportional to my height.á My
wife is about an inch under 6ĺ tall.á She has long blond hair and one of those
chiseled Nordic faces with high cheekbones.á She has long legs with lithe
sculpted thighs and muscular calves that are well defined.á Just looking at
her lovely legs is a real turn on for me.
á
I have always been interested in bondage and being chastised.á I have been
married to Beth for a little over 12 years.á About 2 years ago, even though I
was married to this lovely well-stacked gal, my need for bondage became unable
to resist the need to be bound and helpless.á I had mentioned interest in
bondage to my wife several times.á She never showed any interest in the
subject. I kept all of the bondage I gear I had obtained before marriage
locked in a trunk in the attic of the garage.á I also visited Internet sites
dealing the subjects of male bondage, male chastisement sites such as the
Eunuch Archives dealing with the subject of nullification.
á
I need to mention here that I am, was, employed as an auditor for a very large
corporation. I could work at home.á I rarely went into the office and could do
the work on my own schedule as long as it was completed on time. I was well
paid for my efforts.
á
My wife is a very successful real estate agent.á She specialized in selling
property and homes valued at a half million dollars and up, mostly up.
á
I need to say here that we live in a lavish house, which my wife found at a
bargain at a distress sale.á One of the features of this house is that on the
lower level it has a room that is completely enclosed with no windows.á The
room probably intended to be used as an area for a home gym.á We had a few
things stored in it. Otherwise it was empty.á When my wife was out and I got a
chance, I used this room for self-bondage.
á
Today my wife told me that she had a good chance to sell a home valued at
several million dollars in a town that was about an hourĺs drive away from our
town.á She had told me she would be in late.
á
Iáá knew that I could finish the work I had planned for this day early in the
morning.á I was looking forward to being confined in tight bondage for several
hours. I finished my work by a little after 10 in the morning.á I went out to
the garage and gathered the bondage gear that would be needed for my session.á
I went into the room that I mentally referred to as the bondage room.á I loved
to tie myself into a very solid wooden chair that had been left in the house
after we moved into it. I began by tying my knees and ankles to the front legs
of the chair.á I tied my body to the back of the chair at the waist and chest
above my nipples.
á
I then tied my wrists together behind the chair back and lashed them to one of
the wood staves at the back of the chair.á Form my past experiences I knew I
could free myself without help.á However it would take me a good half hour of
hard work before I could get enough play in the knots to get them untied.
á
I had been sitting there in my self-imposed bondage for what I assumed to be
about a half hour.á Of course the excitement of my bound body turned me on.á
My cock had become rock hard.á My erection would not subside until I released
myself from bondage.á Bound the way I was, I could not get sexual release.
á
I thought I heard a noise upstairs in the house.á It was not time for my wife
to come home.á Surely the house was not being burglarized.á We lived in a safe
area.á Before I could finish my thoughts, the door to the room opened and I
saw Beth standing in the doorway.
á
She said, ôWell Bill, I finally caught you playing your games.á Before this
goes any farther, I need to take care of you.ö
_
á
_
Beth came over and took the ends of the rope dangling from my knots and tied
it off on a chair leg.á I now had no way to free myself.á Beth grabbed another
length of rope and tied my elbows together.á She pulled them together the
loops of rope to the point where my upper arms and elbows ached.á Beth reached
down and picked up the penis gag from my pile of bondage gear.á Before I could
resist, which would have done no good, Beth stuffed the gag in my mouth and
strapped it tightly in place.á I was now effectively silenced.
á
Beth stood back, surveyed the situation and said, ôBill donĺt go anywhere.á
Iĺm going to dress comfortably and fix myself a drink.á When I come back, well
have a discussion.á That is I will tell you where we go from here.ö
á
Beth turned out the light and closed the door behind her as she left.á I was
left alone in total darkness.á I struggled in my bondage and tried to free
myself.á I struggled, twisted and turned as much as my bondage would allow.á
It was all to no avail.á I could not so much as loosen on of the loopsáá of
rope that held my limbs and body to the chair.
á
I sat there helpless in the chair and wondered, ôWhat is Beth thinking?á What
does she have in mind? Does she think Iĺm crazy or what?ö
á
As I was pondering those thoughts, the door opened and the light came on.á It
took a moment or two for my eyes to accommodate to the light.á When room came
into focus, the sight upon which I laid eyes caused my rock hard cock to
become even harder and larger if that was possible.
á
I had seen and ogled pictures of dominatrixes on the Internet.á What I saw
entering the room was a dominatrix stronger, taller and more beautiful and
more powerful than any I had ever seen on the Internet.
á
Beth was standing there in the dim light.á The first thing I noticed was that
she was wearing shiny, black, patent knee high boots.á The boots had stiletto
heels that were at least 4 inches high, if not higher.á The boots accentuated
Bethĺs perfectly rounded, muscular calves.á My eyes traveled up Bethĺs body
and observed she was wearing form-fitting shorts that showed almost all of her
entire perfectly formed lithe thighs.á A shiny black leather bra covered her
breasts.á Bethĺs breasts formed an acute, sharply pointed angle.á I could see
Bethĺs nipples rising small bumps in the leather bra.á Beth had on long,
black, leather gloves that came to the mid point of her upper arms.
á
Before Iáá could pull my eyeballs back in my head, I heard Beth saying, ôBill
I have known about your interest in bondage for a long time.á I figured that
you would use this room for your self-bondage sessions.á I rigged several of
those tiny cameras in this room.á You never noticed them.á I have been
watching you put yourself in bondage for over a year.á I found all of your
bondage gear.á I know what you have.á I have also found out the sites you
visited on the Internet everything you down loaded from them.á You see I had
those cameras wired to my computer and I could watch what you did on my cell
phone.á I also had everything you did recorded on my computer and saved it to
DVD discs.ö
á
ôBill I have an ultimatum for you.á I want to be sure youĺre really into
bondage, domination and being chastised.á Iĺm going to give you a month to
make a decision.á I want you to decide if you want to become my full time
slave or if you do not.á If you decide you want to be my slave, I will do my
best to see that your slavery is reality.á I will do my best to bind, torture,
chastise you and break you to my will.á If you decide you do not want to be my
totally abject slave, you will get rid of all of your bondage equipment and
never again participate in any kind of bondage, read about it or chat about it
on the Internet.á Iĺm going to release you now.á You are not to do anything
with bondage for the next month.á If you do any self-bondage, read about it or
check into bondage sites of any kind on the Internet, I will find out about
it.á I will then divorce you.á I am nowáá going to release you and we will
continue as if none of this has happened.ö
á
Beth untied me to the point where I could finish untying the rest of myáá
bonds.á By the time I had finished untying myself, Beth had been upstairs for
quite awhile.
á
I put up the bondage gear, dressed and went upstairs.á I needed a drink.á I
found Beth in the den and asked her if she wanted a drink.á She told me that
she would love one.á I fixed us each a drink and sat in a chair beside Beth.
á
I said, ôWhen did you get interested in bondage?ö
á
She replied, ôI saw that you seem to be really into it.á I decided if it
turned you on so much I had better figure out what it was.á Now Iĺm
comfortable with the idea of having my very own slave to bind and torture as I
wish.á Now we will no longer discuss this subject until you give me your
decision at the end of a month...ö
á
I cannot tell you how long the next 30 days seemed to last.á I was not very
productive at getting myáá work finished during the next 4 weeks.á I did
manage to get all of my monthly reports and tables submitted on time.á Several
times I had to work until very late at night to get everything finished on
time.
á
Finally the end of the month arrived.á I awoke to find Beth dressed in her
dominatrix clothes.á Beth slave, ôGet down to your bondage room and be quick
about it.ö
á
Beth had me follow her down to where she had found me in bondage.á I had
always secretly referred to it as the bondage room.á I followed Beth into the
room.á She ordered me to sit in the chair.á Beth expertly tied me to the chair
in a way that I could not move a muscle.á I said to her, ôDo you have to tie
me so tightly?ö
á
She replied, ôWhat is your decision slave?á Do you want me to completely
enslave you as my complete slave, servant and whatever other uses I may have
for you?ö
á
As I ogled the beautiful dominatrix in front of me, I thought, ô _How can I
resist becoming the slave of this beautiful dominatrix.ö á _Of course there
was no way I could have said, ôNo!ö to her even if I wished to do it.á
á
I heard myself saying, ôYes Beth! I want you to make me into your slave and do
whatever you wish with me.ö
á
Beth replied, ôGood!á Iĺm going to gag you.á I wonĺt need to blindfold you
since there wonĺt be even the slightest shaft of light entering this room.ö
á
Beth picked up a ball gag and tried to insert it into my mouth.á I resisted by
clamping my teeth shut.á Beth simply pinched my nostrils together.á As soon as
I had to open my mouth in order to breathe, Beth crammed the ball tightly into
my mouth and strapped it tightly in place.á Beth then said, ôSlave, I have
some things to do.á Iĺm going to leave you there for quite awhile.á I want you
to discover what is really like to be helplessly bound and unable to escape.á
I donĺt think youĺve ever been kept bound much longer than you would like.ö
á
Beth turned out the light and left the room.á I was left there with my
thoughts of, ôHow long am I going to be left here?á Where did Beth learn to
tie me so securely?á What is she going to do with me?öá I wondered. ôShould I
have so readily agreed to become Bethĺs slave?ö
á
As I sat there in my bondage, the ropes and the chair began to punish myáá
body.á I began to really hurt.á I struggled in my bonds and stretched every
which way I could.á I could not find one knot to loosen.á I could not even
gain any slack in one of the loops of rope that bound my body to the chair.á
The longer I sat there the more I hurt.á The ebon darkness stretched on
without end.
á
Finally the door opened.á Beth said, ôBill youĺve been there for about 4
hours.á I just came to check on you. If youĺre lucky youĺve been there about
half the time I intend to keep you there.á Goodbye!á Enjoy your helpless
situation.ö
á
The door closed and I was again left alone in the stygian darkness.á I
thought, ôEight hours.á I had never even been bound as long as the four hours
that I have already been here.á How can I stand another four hours?ö
_
á
_
I found out that being unable to move for a very long time causes one to be in
real pain.á I yelled, moaned and groaned into my gag.á It did little to
relieve the pain.á I suppose the little noises that escaped from my gag could
be heard all of two feet from my chair.á I didnĺt think I could be in any more
pain than I already was.á After a time my body became one entire mass of
pain.á I was now emitting a constant moan into my gag.á Finally I just gave in
and let my chin rest on my chest.á I had given into total submission to my
bound position.á As I went deeper into the submissive state a strange thing
happened.á I began to get turned on and my cock became rock hard.áá Of course,
bound the way I was, I could get no sexual relief. I was now undergoing two
types of torture.á The first was the pain of my body.á The second was my
extreme desire to have my penis spurt its load of cum.
á
Just as I was contemplating how to get my cock to cum, the door opened.á When
my eyes could accommodate to the light, I saw Beth standing there dressed her
black uniform of the dominatrix.á She said, ôBill you have been there a little
over 8 hours.á I hate to release you from your bondage.á However, for the
first time, I think this is long enough.ö
á
Just then Beth happened to see my erect, rock hard cock.á She looked at it and
said, ôBill I have my answer.á Long hard bondage really turns you on.á I wonĺt
have any trouble enslaving to the point where you will obey my every command
without question.á Now I need to get you fixed in something a little more
comfortable.ö
á
Beth rummaged around in my box of bondage gear.á She produced a collar that
had wrists and ankle cuffs connected to it by lengths of chain.á Beth locked
the collar on my neck.á As she released each of my limbs, on at a time to be
sure there was no chance for me to escape, she locked the freed limb in the
appropriate cuff.á When I was completely free of the chair, I had my neck
locked in a collar that was connected to cuffs locked on my wrists and
ankles.á Beth removed my gag.
á
I heard Beth saying, ôBill go and use the bathroom, get yourself something to
eat and drink if you wish. When youĺre finished, return here.ö
á
I made my way to the bathroom and took care of the necessities.á I made my way
to the kitchen and fixed myself a very large snack.á I returned to where Beth
was waiting in the bondage room.
á
As I entered the room, Beth handed me a bucket and said, ôIf you need to go
during the night, use the bucket.öá Beth turned out the light and closed the
door.á I heard the door lock click.á Beth me secured in chains and locked in
the bondage room.á Apparently I was to be there for the night.á All I could do
was curl up on the floor and get as comfortable as I could.á Soon I was in
slumber land.á I was awakened by the sound of the opening door.
á
Beth said, ôYou need to work today.á I also have prepared a list of things for
you to order.á Most of them can be ordered on the net.á Iĺve given you the
phone numbers of the few things that cannot be ordered on the Internet.á I
expect you to have the entire list ordered before I get home.á I can keep you
from masturbating.á I would hope that you wouldnĺt masturbate.á In time I will
solve that problem for you.á If you get finished with my orders and your work,
I want you to go down to the cellar.á We have never put anything down there.á
We havenĺt needed the room until now.á I fully intend to make our cellar into
a complete dungeon.á I know a contractor that will build what I design without
question as long as pay her enough.á I want you to completely clean the cellar
of all dust. If you donĺt get it all done today, Iĺll expect you to finish it
tomorrow.ö
á
I made my way up to the kitchen.á As Beth went off to try to sell an
unsuspecting couple an exorbitantly priced house, I fixed myself a small
breakfast.á After I cleaned up and placed the used dishes in the dishwasher, I
went it at sat at my computer desk.á I found Beth had placed the list of items
I was to order on the desk beside the keyboard.á I looked over the list.á
There were quite a few things on the list.á Most of them dealt with bondage or
torture.á I recognize the use of a lot of the stuff Beth wished me to order.á
I got busy and began at the top of the list, ordering each item from the
location listed on Bethĺs list.á Some of the items turned me on as I ordered
them, especially the small cage and the pillory.á There were a great many
items that I did of which I did not know the use.á It took well over 2 hours
to order everything Beth had written on her list.á After I had ordered all of
the Items on Bethĺs list, I busied my self with the corporationĺs work.á By 3
in the afternoon, I had finished the accounts on which I was working and faxed
them to the office.á I began on the basement.á The basement was about half
finished when I heard Beth enter the house.á Soon she came down to where I was
washing down the walls and said, ôBill, finish up what you are doing and come
up stairs.ö
á
I cleaned up the last of the area, which I was washing.á Then I went
upstairs.á Beth said, if you have to use the bathroom do it.á You wonĺt be
able to use it for awhile.ö
á
I did as Beth demanded.á I returned to the bondage room.á I had assumed that
was Beth wanted me.áá I was not wrong..
á
Beth said, ôBill Iĺm going to remove your chains.á Bill, spread your ankles
wide.öá Beth fastened a spreader bar on my ankles keeping them far apart.á
Beth locked my wrists in a pair of handcuffs.á She attached a chain to the
links connecting the handcuffs.á Beth stood on a stool and ran the chain
connected to my handcuffs over a hook in the ceiling.á Beth locked the chain
to my handcuffs forcing my wrists to be pulled up high over my head.á Beth
said, ôIá donĺtá know how secure that ceiling hook is.á You might be able to
pull itá loose.á Stand there and wait for me to finish this little job.á Then
Iĺll properly fix you in place for the evening.á If that hook comes out of the
ceiling, youĺll pay dearly for it.ö
á
Beth picked up a blindfold and secured it over my eyes.á I could now see
nothing.á I felt a gag being pushed in my mouth.á Before I could expel it,
Beth had strapped it tightly in place.á Shortly I felt Beth feeling around my
waist and genital area.á I felt Beth working around my waist and genital area
for quite a long time.á I heard her say, ôThere Iĺm finished with that little
chore.á I can fix you for the evening. I felt my wristáá come down from above
my head.á Beth ran a rope over the back of my neck and brought it through my
armpits.á She made several loops, in like fashion and tied the rope at the
back of my neck.á Beth had me placeá my wrists behind my back with my arms
parallel to the floor.á Beth cinched the ropes and knotted the rope.á Then
Beth took the left over ends of the rope and pulled my wrists high up on my
back.á Beth pulled my arms up into hammer locks until the pressure really hurt
my shoulders and upper arms. áThen Beth tied the rope connecting to my wrists
to the back of my neck.á This pinned my arms in place.á There was no way I
could release anyá of the pressure on my upper arms and shoulders.
á
I heard Beth Saying, ôLie on the floor.öá I did as she demanded.
á
Beth bound my ankles tightly together and cinched the ropes.á Then I felt her
run a rope betweená my ankles.á Beth ran this rope around my tied wristsá and
pulled my legs back until I felt my heels digging into my ass cheeks.á Then
Beth continued pulling the ends of the rope up around the rope at the back of
my neck.á Beth tied this rope making sure toá pull everything even tighter.á I
was now securely hogtied.á I didnĺt think I wouldá be getting out of those
ropes until Beth untied them.á Beth said, ôSince I already have you
blindfolded and gagged, you can remain that way.ö
á
All Iáá could to was lie there on the floor and feel the tight bondage to
cause my knees, back, arms, and elbowsá to ache.á I struggled in my bonds.á I
could not get any slack. All knots were out of reach.á I was struggling and
writhing on the floor to the full extent that my bondage would allow.á I had
no success in relieving one of the aches to which the bondage was subjecting
my body.
á
Finally I heard the door open.á I felt my blindfold being removed.á Then Beth
unstrapped the gag from my mouth. She began untying the ropes that had so
painfully constricted my body into the tight hogtie.á As each limb came free I
emitted a moan or a groan.á Beth remarked,á ôOh ho!á Youĺre finding out what
it is like to have to endure real bondage.á This is only a small sample of
what youĺre going to receive once our dungeons are finished.á When the
package, you ordered for me, begin to arrive, put them in the bondage room.á
Do not open them.ö
á
Beth locked my neck wrists and ankles in the collar, cuffs and chains that had
adorned my body all day.á I was told I could fix my dinner, useá the bathroom
and then I would be locked in the bondage room for the night.á The next
several weeks followed the same pattern..á Iáá would be locked in collar,
cuffs andá chains during the day.á Each day, when Beth came home, I was
secured in tight bondage.á As the packages were delivered I placed them in the
bondage room as ordered by Beth.á After a little over 2 weeks, Beth told me as
soon as one additional item arrived, she would have her contractor make the
bondage room into the small dungeon.á
á
About 3 days after Beth made her announcement she said, ôBill the last item of
my first group of shipments has arrived.á Patty will be coming tomorrow to
look at the bondage room and see how it can best be made into a neat dungeon.á
I will take the day off from work to consult with Patty.á Then the next day
Patty and her crew will begin in earnest to turn your bondage room into a
small, real life dungeon.ö
á
The next morning Beth let me out of the bondage room, while I was locked in
chains.á Beth told me to take care of my duties for the corporation in the
morning.á Beth explained that she would have a use for me later in the day.
á
By noon I was finished with my work for the day.á I had heard someone come in
the house.á About one oĺclock Beth came into the room.á She said, ôBill Iĺm
ready for you.á Iĺm going to gag and blindfold you.öá She did that.
á
Beth unlocked my wrists and secured them behind my back.á She removed the rest
of my cuffs and chains.á Beth told me, ôFollow me down to the bondage room.öá
Beth held my arm as she guided me into the bondage room.á Beth spread my
ankles far apart and secured them to something in the floor with ankle cuffs
and chains.á My wrists were unlocked and fastened in front of my body.á I
heard a click and my arms were pulled into the air above my head until I was
standing on tiptoe.
á
I felt Beth doing something to my cock.á Bethĺs fingers on my cock caused it
to become rock hard.á I heard a strange voice say, ôBeth youĺll never get that
hard cock into the tube.ö
á
I heard Beth reply, ôPatty, I anticipated this happening.á Iĺm prepared for
it.ö
á
I felt something cold on my cock.á As the coldness began to seep into my cock
and cause it to become limp, I heard Beth say, ôSee Patty all it needed was a
little ice to make it behave.ö
á
I felt my cock slip into some kind of tube.á I hear some metal clinking
together and then felt a belt being tightly secured around my waist, just
above my hips.á There were some more metallic clicks.á I felt my cock and
balls being compressed in something that felt like a jock strap.á Only this
device felt harder and less yielding than any jock strap that I had ever
used.á Finally there were 2 more clicks.á I heard the voice Beth had called
Patty say, ôSo that it is what it looks like.ö
á
Beth answered, ôYes that is it.á I now have him at myá complete mercy.á He
will not be able to do anything unless I allow him to do it.á You can bet it
is going to be a long time before I will allow anything to happen.á Of course
the more he begs, the longer he will remain that way.ö
á
Patty replied. ôIt sureá looks secure.á I bet he canĺt do anything as long as
it is in place.á If I ever getá married my husband is going to be in one of
those.á I adore it.ö
á
Everything had happened so fast that I hadnĺt had time to realize that there
was another woman present in the room, who had seen me, nude.á As I realized
this my face began to turn from white to pink to a purple reddish color.á I
could tell this by feeling the heat of the blood rising to the skin of my
facial area.
á
I felt Beth removing my gag and then my blindfold.á When my eyes accommodated
I saw a women a little younger than Beth standing in front of me.á The first
thing I noticed was the beauty of her legs.á They were muscular and fully
developed.á I could see her calves and it looked as if she would have been on
tiptoes her calve muscles would have rounded themselves into the rock hard
calf muscles on which I love to lay eyes.á This caused my cock to want to get
hard.á As I felt my cock begin to engorge with blood I felt great pain there.á
My cock could not get hard.á I heard Beth saying, ôSay hello to Patty.á She
and her crew are going to make this room into a real dungeon.á If I am not
here you are to follow any order she gives you as if she were I.á Yes you will
be nude in your usual collar, cuffs and chains.á I wonĺt have to worry about
you being able to do anything.á Youĺll be locked in that chastity belt I had
custom made for you.á You will be in chains and any of Pattyĺs female workers
will be able to see you.á Likewise if they give you an order you will obey it
just as if it came from me.á Patty may want to put you in the devices she will
build and put in place for me.á You are to allow her to do as she or any of
her crew do as they wish with you.á My only directive is that they are not to
cause you and permanent damage.ö
á
Beth told me to go back up to the computer room and remain there until she
came for me.á In a little while Beth came into the room.á She said, ôI hope
you took every opportunity to masturbate while your cock was free.á It is
going to be a long time before you obtain sexual release of any kind.á Right
now I do not even have the key to your belt in the house.á The company had an
option where I could leave the key with them.á I can send them an e-mail with
the correct password.á Then they will send me the keys to your belt.ö
á
ôI meant what I said about Patty and her crew.á You are to obey any order any
one of them gives you just as if it came from me.á Iĺm sure they will want you
to try out things that they will install to see if they work correctly and fit
you.á Of course some of them will never have seen a male in bondage. áIĺm sure
they will want to experiment with things and take liberties.á Your cock will
be locked up an unable to do anything.á It will be safe.á Otherwise you will
be at their mercy.á You have told me you love being dominated by women.á Now
you will get that chance.ö
á
ôPatty had told me that it will take about a week maybe a day or two longer to
get your bondage room made into a true dungeon.á As you saw or didnĺt see
today she already has rings in the floor to which your ankles can be secured
and hoistá mounted to the ceiling that can be used to raise your body or any
part of it as far off of the floor as I wish.á Now you can remain here until
patty is finished.á I will then give you your daily dose of bondage.ö
á
After a time Beth summoned me down to the bondage room.á She removed my
collar, cuffs and chains.á Beth got out a device which I had never seen and
could not figure out how it was used.á Beth had me sit on the floor.á The
device had a collar at one end with bars extending down in front of it.á Mid
way down the length of the bars, there were 2 half round circles.á Beth
unfolded the bars and secured the collar around my neck.á She ordered me to
place my writs in the 2 half circles.á Beth fitted metal u sections over my
ankles.á The half circles closed on a solid bar.á Beth threaded a bar through
the u sections holding my ankles in place.á Beth locked the bar at the bottom
of the bars in place.á I was now in a sitting position.á My wrists were
secured in front of my chest and my knees were bent.á Will I Was pondering my
situation, Beth strapped a gag in my mouth.
á
Beth said, ôYouĺre locked in what is known as a Scavengers Daughter.á I found
on the site of a state for dominant own.á It's at the OWK in the Czech
Republic in their shop.á It is a form of cravat and it will keep you locked in
that position.á I think it is a very good training device.á Unless you can
escape which you canĺt, you there until I get ready for bed.ö
á
I was left in total darkness.á When I felt as if I couldnĺt stand my cramped
position any longer, Beth came in and replaced the cravat with my usual
uniform of collar, cuffs and chains.á I was allowed to take care of the
necessities and eat.á Then I was locked in the bondage room for the night.
á
The next day, a little before noon, Patty came in to the computer room.á She
told me, ôBill we need you in the dungeon.á Follow me!ö
á
I followed Patty down to the bondage room which was soon to be a dungeon.á
Patty ushered me into the room.á There were several women there.á They pointed
at my locked up genitals and giggled.á Patty unlocked my wrist cuffs and
secured my writs behind my back in heavy iron shackles.á Patty removed the
remainder of my cuffs and chains.á Then she told me to sit on the floor.á
Patty locked my ankles in heavy iron shackles.á Behind me there was a box like
affair.á Patty gagged me, opened a door to the box and told me to scoot into
the box.á I maneuvered my body into the box as best I could.á I found that I
had to sit in the box bent over with my chin on my knees.á The box was so
narrow that it touched the sides of my body.á I had to sit in my bent over
cramped position.á Patty closed the door and I heard the lock click.á I was
now locked in the box in a position that allowed my body almost no movement.á
I wondered, _ôHow long am I going to be á left in this cramped position._öá
The only light that penetrated the box came from 2 small holes in each of the
side.á I could not turn my head enough to see through any of the holes.
á
I donĺt know how long I had been left there.á I was begging to ache and get
cramps from my confined position.á Patty opened the door.á She said, ôSlave
crawl out of that box..ö
á
As soon as I was out of the box, Patty unlocked the shackles from my ankles
and told me to follow her.á Patty led me over toá what I recognized as a
pillory.á Patty told me to spread my legs.á She placed each of my ankles in
position,á Patty locked my ankles in wooden stocks.á Patty then released my
wrists,á she had me bend over and place my neck and wrists in the pillory.á I
could not resist as my ankles were already locked in place.á Patty closed the
upper board of he pillory and locked it in place.á I was now held in place
with my ankles locked in wooden circles and my upper body was forced to remain
parallel to the floor by the pillory.á This left my ass sticking out in place
and vulnerable.
á
One of the ladies said, ôPatty I have never seen a dildo used on a male.ö
á
Patty replied, ôThere are several in that box over there.á Get one of them and
weĺll have a demonstration of how it works.ö
á
I heard footsteps cross the room and return.á I heard Patty say, ôMarla I see
you got the medium sized one.á Thatĺs good.á Weĺll begin with it.á Watch
this.ö
á
There was just enough space between the pillory and the wall for a person to
walk in front of my secured head.á Patty thrust the black dildo toward my
mouth and said, ôSlave, eat cock!á The wetter you get this cock, the more
easily it will slide into your asshole.ö
á
I opened my mouth and Patty rammed the black dildo into it.á She pushed it
back into my throat until I gagged.á She said, I love nothing more than to see
a male slave eat hard cock.á Eat this cock and like it slave.ö
á
When Patty was satisfied that the dildo was a wet as I could get it she walked
around behind me.á I felt Patty probe at the edges of my sphincter with the
head of the dildo.á Patty gave a shove and it felt like my asshole was being
split open.á Patty gave the dildo another shove.á This time I let out a loud
yelp.á I heard Patty say, ôIt looks like his crap hole is tightly stuffed.á
Girls thatĺs what a male looks like with a dildo stuffed up his ass.á Since it
is his first time, all we can do is leave it there.á Once he gets used to it,
we can use a strap on and fuck him with it.á Tomorrow Iĺll show you something
else we can do to him with dildos. Now Iĺm going to blindfold him.ö
á
Patty blindfolded me.á I heard her saying, ôGirls it is open season on his
ass.á Over in the corner there is a box with all kinds of whips and straps in
it.á There is another box with canes in it.á The five ofá you can whip him as
hard as you wish with the implement of your choice.á If you choose a strap or
a whip you may give him 20 strokes with it.á If you choose a cane you may only
give him a dozen with it.á You may hit him as hard as you wish. áThe only
restricts are that you must hit him on his ass cheeks or the backs of his
thighs.á Ladies get back to work and take your frustrations out on his ass, as
you wish, one at a time.á The reason he is blindfolded is that he does not
need to know which one of you is working him over.á That way he wonĺt be able
to hold a grudge against you.ö
á
I was left alone for what seemed like a very long time.á All of a sudden I
felt as if my ass had been branded.á Fire shot through both of my ass cheeks
as I heard the resounding crack of whatever implement I had been hit.á I heard
a voice say, ôIĺll bet youĺre glad I chose the cane.á That way youĺll only get
12.á Wow that sure left a nice purple mark on your ass.á Oh Patty has told us
there is one more rule Beth left for your punishment.á Youĺre not gagged.á If
you ever yell out or beg for mercy, we get to give you an additional 5 strokes
with whatever implement we are using on her.ö
á
Another fiery bran burned across the top of one of my thighs.á All of the
breath left my body in a loud whoosh.á Before I could recover, another blow
landed in the exact same point.á I couldnĺt stop myself I yelled out, ôPlease
stop!á I canĺt take anymore of this.ö
á
ôThe voice from the person behind me said, ôGoody, Iĺm glad you did that.á Now
I get to give you 17.á I have never had the chance to cane a male.á I didnĺt
know whether I would like it or not.á I love it.á Of course you can yell and
beg all you wish.á It wonĺt make any difference.á Youĺll get the entire 17.á I
wish it could be more.á Beth has given us our orders.áá You will only get 17
strokes.ö
á
It felt as if my ass and thighs were on fire.á I was screaming at the top of
my lungs when the session ended.á I thought, _ôHow can I take four more
sessions of punishment like this one. á I wonĺt be able to stand it.á Why did
I ever agree to become Bethĺs slave?ö_
á
I struggled to see if I cold find any means of escape.á I was firmly locked in
wood at my ankles, wrists and neck.á I could do nothing but await the
punishment that was going to happen to me.á About every half hour or so one of
the girls would come over and cane or whip me.á Each one of them got to use
the additional 5 strokes.á I could not keep from begging each one of them for
mercy.á Of course I received nothing but even harsher punishment from them.á
One lady delighted in seeing if she could drive the dildo plug farther up into
my ass hole.á Every one of her strokes with the cane landed directly on it.á
After the 5th woman had finished caning me, I felt completely exhausted with
my ass and thighs feeling as if red hot pokers had been used on them.á All I
could do was slump in the pillory.á I had to stand tall enough that I didnĺt
get chocked by the hard wood circling my neck...
á
Finally I heard Beth say, ôWow it looks like they really worked you over.á I
donĺt think there is a spot on your ass cheeks or thighs that isnĺt striped
red or purple.á Iĺm going to lock you in your chains, collar and cuffs.á You
can fix yourself something to eat, use the bathroom and return here.á Iĺll fix
you for the night.ö
á
I was collared and chained.á I did as Beth ordered.á I returned to the bondage
room that was now halfway to becoming a dungeon.á Beth quickly shackled my
wrists behind my back.á She tightly gagged me.á Beth ushered me over to a cell
that could have been more n 15 inches square.á Beth opened the cell door and
ushered me into it.á She told me to face the wall.á I felt my arms tied
tightly together at my elbows.á Shackles were placed on my ankles.á The cell
door closed and I heard it lock.á Beth said, ôYou can spend the night in that
cell.á Youĺll find out that it is so confining you must stand in it.á Good
night.á Try to get some sleep.ö
á
I was left in total darkness.á I found that I could not do anything but remain
mostly upright in the cell.á I tried to get comfortable.á There was little I
could do to relieve my painful condition.á I could lean against the solid iron
bars of my cage like cell a little.á After a short time the bars would dig
into my flesh and become painful.á I tried everything.á All I could do was
stand there and hurt.á After what seemed like a very long time, I gave into my
bound and caged condition.á I slumped against the iron bars in the least
painful stance that I had found and my chin rested on my chest.á I was too
exhausted to do more than slump in that position with my body held in place by
the iron bars.á I must have slept a little.á If I didnĺt sleep, I had drifted
off into that place where one is in fantasy land and unaware of his
surroundings.
á
I was brought back to the present by the sound of the door opening.á Beth
said, ôI hope you had a good nights sleep.á If I know Patty she has a rough
day planned for you.á Iĺm going to lock you in your collar and cuff costume.á
You need to be finished with your daily work by 10.á Patty is going to begin
doing whatever it is she has in mind for you by then.á Iĺve gotten you up
several hours earlier than usual.á I want to be sure you get your work
finished for the corporation.ö
á
Beth unlocked the cell door.á I stumbled out of the cage.á I was barely able
to stand.á I docilely stood there.á Even if Beth would have given me a chance
to escape, which she didnĺt, I would have been too exhausted to resist her.á I
did as Beth had ordered.á Shortly after 10, Patty came in and told me to
follow her down to the dungeon.á I had no choice but to do as Patty directed.
á
When we reached the dungeon, all 5 of Pattyĺs employees were gathered there.á
They quickly helped Patty lock me in the stocks in a standing position as I
had been yesterday.á I heard Patty say, ôGirls, Iĺm going to show you another
use for dildos.á First Iĺm going to plug his mouth with this inflatable
dildo.á I want to be sure his mouth completely sealed.á There are 2 reasons
for that...á The first reason is that he definitely is not going to like what
weĺre going to do to him.á I donĺt want to listen to him protest, beg and
complain.á The second reason is that I donĺt want him to be able to expel
anything from his mouth.á Youĺll see the reason for that in a little while.ö
á
Patty came around and tried to force the dildo into my mouth.á I resisted by
keeping my teeth clamped shut.á I saw Patty nod.á I heard a crack and my ass
felt like it had been branded.á I opened my mouth to yell.á As soon as my
mouth opened patty forced the dildo into my mouth strapped it in place.á Patty
fastened a squeeze bulb to the dildo and pump it up until it completely filled
my mouth.á I thought my jaws were going to break before Patty stopped, closed
the valve and removed it.á She stood back and said, ôThere now his mouth is
sealed.ö
á
ôIĺm going to get a combination dildo and butt plug.á This one is going to be
larger than the one we used yesterday.á We want to be sure his asshole is
completely plugged and sealed.á Youĺll notice that this is also and inflatable
dildo like the one I placed in his mouth, only larger.ö
á
Bill gave a grunt as the large dildo began to enter his asshole.á He emitted
an even louder groan as the large bump at the bottom of the dildo passed hi
sphincter.á It was now impossible for Bill to expel the dildo from his bung
hole.á Bill felt the dildo begin to expand as Patty pumped it up.á Just as
Bill thought that his asshole was going to be ripped open, Patty stopped and
removed the pump.á Bill heard Patty say, ôLadies there is a bucket over
there.á I want each of you to drink a lot of water and urinate in the bucket.á
I will do the same.ö
á
Bill heard several of the women asked Patty, why should we do that.á Patty
replied, ôAll in good time.á Youĺll see it the reason for it later. Now letĺs
get back to work.ö
á
Bill stood there locked in the stocks and wondered what the girls were going
to do with him.á Periodically he heard a splash as one of the women was
apparently urinating in the bucket...á This went on for quite awhile.á After a
few hours Bill heard patty say, ôI think we have enough in the bucket to
continue Bills program.á Get those 2 enema bags over there on the bench and
bring them here.á Iĺm going to fill one of them with a hot soapy solution that
will have a mild emetic in it.á The emetic will cause his intestines to
cramp.á When the dildo stuffed in his ass will not allow him to expel the
enema his intestines will become quite painful.á These are 2 quart enema
bags.á He will be quite full when they are both drained into his body.á Iĺll
fill this bag with enema and be back in a few minutes.ö
á
á
All Bill could do was wait to receive his enema.á Patty returned and said,
ôLadies this bag is filled with 2 quarts of hot soapy enema spiked with an
emetic.á ôIĺll hang it up and attach it to the dildo in his rear end.ö
á
Patty hanged the enema back on a hook in the ceiling.á She screwed the end of
the hose into the dildo in Billĺs posterior.á Then Patty said, ôGirls weĺre
ready for the second enema bag.á Get the buck of piss and the funnel.á Weĺre
going to fill the second bag with our urine.ö
á
Quickly the bag was filled to its 2 quart capacity with the urine of the
women.á Patty hung the second bottle to another hook in the ceiling and
fastened the end of the hose to the dildo stuck in Billĺs mouth.
á
Patty said, ôIĺll give him the enema first.öá She reached up and released the
clip on the hose dangling from the enema bag.á Bill felt hot liquid pouring
into his large intestine, the liquid continued to pour into his intestines
until he thought they were going to rupture.á Just when bill thought that his
innards could hold no more of the liquid Patty said, ôThe bag is empty.á Iĺll
close the valve on the dildo and remove the hose.ö
á
As Patty closed the valve and removed the hose, Bill felt the first cramp hit
his large intestine.á He moaned and felt as if the front of his stomach had
contracted back until it reached his back bone.á He was in great pain.á Patty
said, ôSee girls the emetic has begun to kick in.á He is going to cramp and be
in pain until he can expel his enema.á If course weĺre not going to let that
happen for quite awhile are we girls?öá Patty was answered by an enthusiastic
chorus of, ôNoĺsö from the ladies,
á
Patty remarked, ôLadies his intestines are full.á It is time to fill his
stomach.á He can now taste and digest our sweet golden nectar.öá Patty opened
the valve and the urine began to flow into the back of Billĺs mouth.á Bill
tried to resist swallowing the acrid liquid.á He had no choice.á In order to
breathe he had to swallow.á In a little while the bag had expelled all of its
golden liquid into Billĺs stomach...
á
Patty said, ôBill youĺre going to have the urge to vomit.á I suggest you
resist that urge.á You might drown from the liquid expelled from your stomach
before one of us can take that dildo out of your mouth...á Itĺs Time to get
back to work ladies.ö
á
Bill was left there in the stocks with his stomach cramping in pain and trying
his best to resist regurgitating the amber liquid from his stomach. He had
never been this uncomfortable in his life.á Bill was left in the stocks until
Beth returned home.á She released him from the stocks and allowed him to go to
the bathroom, pull out the dildo and relieve himself.á When Bill returned to
the dungeon, Beth told him to get in the small dark box in the corner.á Beth
locked the door and left Bill there for the night.
á
The rest of the week bill was locked in uncomfortable bondage by patty and her
crew.á He was whipped and had his nipples tortured.á He was always gagged.á
After a day more than a week Patty announced that the small dungeon was now
complete and she was ready to begin on the large dungeon in the basement. áAs
soon as the small dungeon was completed my life began to change.á Beth became
even more dominant.á I was allowed fewer hours out of the dungeon.á My work
began to suffer from lack of time to spend doing it.á I was kept in constant
bondage and in the most uncomfortable of positions.á
á
One day Beth came into the dungeon.á She said, ôThe state legislature has
passed a new law.á Couples of the same sex can be married.á The law will take
effect in 6 months.á Tomorrow I am going to bring an attorney here and she is
going to have a bunch of papers for you to sign.á Patty and one of her workers
can witness your signature on each paper.á You wonĺt have to worry about what
youĺre singing.á In fact you will not be able to read the documents you to
which you will be affixing your signature.á All the documents that you will
sign will enforce the idea that you have become my slave in every way and that
I own your body as if it were my own.á To celebrate the fact that tomorrow you
are going to become my very own slave and personal property, Iĺm going to
celebrate by tying you to the cross for the night.á In the morning, Iĺll
tightly hog tie you until the attorney gets here with the documents youĺll
need to sign.ö
á
Beth bound me to the cross in a way that I had to remain on tip toe all
night.á I could do noting to relieve the stress on my calves and thighs.á By
morning I was exhausted.á Beth released me to go to the bathroom.á After I
returned to the bondage room, Beth hogtied me tighter than she had ever done
before.á Once my wrists were fastened to my ankles, Beth dropped a rope down
from the ceiling.á She fixed the rope at the mid point of the bonds connecting
my wrists to my ankles.á She then raised the rope with a hoist until my knees
and chest were bowed back off of the floor.á Beth gagged me and left me there.
á
I was left in that hogtie a very long time.á My back began to ache and cramp.á
I would have yelled out from the pain of the cramps in my back.á However
nothing would have come out past my gag.á I saved my energy to keep my mind on
something else besides my painful and cramped position.á I began to wonder,
_ôHow far Beth was going to take me into slavery and how much she was going to
dominate. á Why did I ever agree to let her put me in bondage and begin
dominating me?á Because I was stupid and let my cock rule my brain.öá _I
thought Beth would put me in bondage and then tease me to climax.á I sure was
wrong about that.á Beth now had my cock locked up and useless.á I had been
more than 2 weeks since I had sexual release.á I had never gone that long
without having cum before.á When I thought the cramps were going to put a
permanent bend in my back bone, Beth came into the room with three other
women.á One of the women came around in front of me.á Beth told me, ôThis is
Ann.á She is the one who drew up this pile of documents that youĺre going to
sign for me.á You will not need to have your gag removed.á Since you are left
handed, I will only need to release your left hand for you to sign these
documents.á Your signature may look a little weird.á However patty and one of
her workers, Barbara are here to witness your signature.á They will assure
anyone who thinks your signature may be forged that you really did sign of
your own free will and without coercion of any kind.á If you agree that you
are signing these documents of your own free will, nod your head, ôYes.öö
á
I nodded and Beth said, ôGood!á Ladies you now have seen him agree that he is
signing these documents of his own free will.ö
á
Beth was greeted with a chorus of, ôYes!ö from each of the women.
á
Beth said, ôNow that Bill has agreed that he is signing these documents of his
own free will, we can proceed with getting his signature on each of these
documents.á Then Patty and Barbara can witness them.á Bill I have you fixed in
that hogtie in a way that I can release only your left hand without releasing
any other part of your bondage.á Patty has been kind enough to bring in a
smooth piece of wood that we can put the documents on for you to sign.á Now
Iĺll release your left arm.á Then Ann will give you a pen and place each
document on the wood for you to sign.á The documents will be covered so you
canĺt read them.á All you need do is place your signature on the correct line
of each document.ö
á
Beth released my left arm.á As soon as it would properly function, Ann placed
a pen in my hand.á Then she placed a sheet of paper on the board.á There was a
line with an, ôXö at the beginning of it.á I signed.á As soon as I signed one
document Ann removed it and put another one in its placed.á I didnĺt keep
count of the documents I signed.á It sure was a very large number.á Finally
Ann said, ôThis is the last one.ö
á
As soon as I signed it, Beth grabbed my arm and fastened in place, as it had
been, before she released it for me to sign the documents.á Without comment
the women left me hogtied as I had been before they arrived.á I thought, ô
_Why did I have to sign so many documents in order for me to become Bethĺs
slave?ö_ á If I would have known the answer to that, I would have traveled as
far away from Beth as I could.á I didnĺt know it at the time.á Beth was not
going to give me any chance to escape.á Once I had signed those documents I
was caught in Bethĺs web of slavery and there would be no possible escape.
á
After quite a while, Beth came into the room.á She drew up a chair and sat in
front of me.á She began, ôBill you are now my slave and property.á There now
will be no way you can escape the status of becoming my lowly slave and
bondage toy.á I didnĺt realize it.á I found out I love dominating you and I
have a sadistic side.á I really get off on causing you pain.á Until the large
dungeon in the basement is completed, this small dungeon is going to be your
home.á Iĺll put a portable toilet in here.á That way you wonĺt have to leave
the room.á I will either have you confined in bondage or locked in one of the
cages virtually 24 hours a day.á Of course you wonĺt have to worry about doing
your work.á One of the documents you signed was your resignation from your
position at the corporation.á We have enough money that you donĺt need to
work.á I will not do much selling or real estate after the large dungeon is
finished.á I will retire as well.á That way Iĺll be able to concentrate on
training you to become a very obedient slave.á You can remain there for
awhile.á Later I will change your bondage.ö
á
Beth left me there.á I hurt so much that I could not concentrate on any
thoughts.á Finally Beth released me from the hog tie, being sure that I was
never completely free enough to escape.á She then locked me in a cage that was
about 3 feet high and 4 feet square with my wrists bound behind my back.á Beth
said, ôTomorrow I will have a surprise for you and your training will begin in
earnest.ö
á
I was left there for the night.á It seemed like I was locked in the cage
longer than usual.á When the door opened Beth came into the dungeon
accompanied by another woman whom I had never seen.á I was not remain unaware
of her name for long.á Beth said, ôThis is Diana.á She and I have been
clandestine lovers for a long time.á On those days I came home late I was with
Diana.á We love each other.á When you allowed me to chastise you and make you
into my slave, you gave Diana and I the perfect chance to be full time
lovers.á Diana is an MD.á She will assist in your training and make sure you
suffer no permanent damage that we do not want you to endure.á Youĺll be glad
to know that the severe part of your training will not begin until Patty and
her crew finish the large dungeon in the basement.á Shortly after that dungeon
is finished, Diana and I are going to break you to the point you will have no
will to resist anything we wish to do to you or wish you to do for us.á For
now weĺll have to be content with the devices we have at hand.á Of course they
are not inconsiderable.á You will have an uncomfortable, painful stay in this
small dungeon.á It will be nothing compared to what you will endure in the
large dungeon.ö
á
Diana chimed in, ôFrom what Beth has told me, you have had it pretty easy.á
First I want you to know that as a medical doctor, I know that your cock will
never have to be released from your chastity belt.á As long as you have your
cock, the chastity belt will remain locked on it.á To keep your prostate gland
healthy, I will milk you once every 2 months or so in a way that you will
simply drain the cum from your prostate with out feeling sexual release of any
kind.á If necessary, at the time you are being milked we will cause you enough
pain that you will not know that cum has dribbled out of your penis.á There
are a lot of things we can do to you with whips, canes, pins and needles.á You
can be sure I know where all of the lovely pain centers are located on your
body.á Youĺll be glad to know that we have things to do for the next several
days.á I have to take care of making sure my patients are being taken care of
by the doctor taking over my practice.á Beth has several loose ends at the
real estate office to finish.á Youĺre going to have to make do with being
bound or caged an only be tortured as we have time to work on you.á Now you
can have some freedom to stretch an relax for a few hours.á Weĺre going to
leave you with your wrists bound behind your back and your ankles bound.á You
will not be gagged and the light will be left on.á You can use the portable
toilet as you wish.á Enjoy your free time.á You will suffer later.ö
á
The ladies fixed me as Diana had said they would.á I was left alone to lie on
the floor or sit in the chair as I wished.á I tried the door to see if I could
get out of the dungeon.á I forgot to mention that when Beth had Patty make the
bondage room into a dungeon that the door had been changed and strengthened.á
It would take a sledge hammer to break it down.á Even that might not be
possible.á Patty had installed a solid metal door and a steel frame that was
bolted into a frame of 6 by 6 studs with heavy bolts.á Two heavy locks secured
the door.á The hinge pins were about 3 times normal size and were welded in
place.á It would take a stick of dynamite for me to get out of that dungeon...
á
All too soon Beth and Diana came into the dungeon.á Beth placed a bowl of
yukky looking substance on the floor.á Diana said, ôAs of now your diet is
being changed.á Eat the gruel in the bowl.á It has all the nutrients and
calories you need to keep you healthy.ö
á
I tasted the food.á It was almost tasteless and completely bland.á I looked
up, Beth said, "You had better eat all of your meal and act like you relish
it.á Your food will never vary.á You will receive the same food 3 time each
day just as if you were a dog.á You will eat the exact same food 3 times a
day, every day.á I suggest you thank Diana for making such nourishing food for
you.ö
á
I looked at Diana and said, ôThank you for making such a good dinner for me
Diana.ö
á
Diana picked up a cane and hit my ass 5 times as hard as she could.á ôSlave,
you are to call me Mistress Diana.ö
á
I bent over to eat my food and promptly received 5 more blows from the cane on
my back.áá I looked up and said, ôThank you Mistress Diana.ö
á
Diana replied, ôThat is better slave.á Eat your food!ö
á
When I finished the food, Beth said, ôDiana is going to fix you for the
night.á While youĺre bound and in pain, I want you think about Diana and I
being in bed and making love to each other.á We want you to realize the you
have a useless cock that is locked up and unavailable.á Since you can have sex
with me, I have going to have sex with Diana.á I was always curious about what
sex with another women would be like.á I have found that it much more
pleasurable to have sex with another women than a man.á Weĺre going to fix you
for the night.á We canĺt wait to get in bed and have a night of sexual
fulfillment. ô
á
Diana and Beth began to fix me in position for the night.á It was at this time
I decided I had enough of being bound and tortured.á As soon as my arms were
freed to be refastened, I attacked Diana.á I tried to overpower her.á Beth
knocked my feet out from under me and I landed on my back.á Before I could
recover, Diana straddled my chest and pinned my arms to the floor with her
knees.á I tried as hard as I could to dislodge Diana.á I couldnĺt do anything
to get her off of my chest.á Diana began to slap my face hard.á My head rolled
back and forth as the slaps hit my face from opposite sides.á Diana went right
on slapping my face until I was almost unconscious.á
á
The two women dragged me to my feet.á My arms were pulled up toward the
ceiling, behind my back.á My wrists were raised until my upper body was
parallel to the floor.á My ankles were spread as far apart as possible and
fastened to rings in the floor.á This had the effect of putting more pressure
on my shoulders and arms.
á
Diana tightly gagged me.á She place a severe nipple clamp on each of my
nipples.á As the clamps bit into my nipples, they forced me to yell into the
gag.
á
While Diana was attending to my nipples, Beth rammed a large steel dildo into
my rear end.á She then attached a wire to the dildo and another wire to my
metal cock sheath.
á
Beth and Diana stood back.á Beth pressed a button on a device that looked like
a TV remote control.á My body shuddered and jerked.á I yelled into my gag.á My
cock and asshole had just received a severe shock...á Diana said, "I found
this device at a medical supply house.á It has several different settings.á
The shock you just receive was at less than half the power the device is
capable of delivering to you.á I feel that level is adequate for your first
time.á The device is set on random mode.á It will deliver from 4 to 12 shocks
and hour to your body.á The shocks will last from 10 seconds to one minute.á
You will never know when they are going to occur or how long theyĺre going to
last.á Have a good night.á Beth and I are going to be really turned on by
knowing youĺre here and being tortured.á We will have a lovely night of
delicious sex.ö
á
For the rest of the month I was never comfortable or completely free of pain.á
I was bound in every possible way.á I was whipped caned and pierced with pins
and needles in my nipples and other parts of my body.á Diana was right
whenever she pierced my body with a pin or needle it was in the most painful
spot possible.á Diana often applied electric current to the needles and pins.
á
One day the women said the cellar dungeon was complete and it would be my home
for the next 5 months.á They bound my arms behind my back and ushered me down
the steps to the new dungeon.á I was told my bondage and torture would
continue as had in the small dungeon for the next 2 months.á Diana and Beth
said that since there were more devices available the severity of my bondage
and torture would be increased.á I was racked, crucified over night, confined
in tens of bondage positions for long periods of time.á I lost all track of
time.
á
One day Beth came in and said, ôIt is time for your intense training session
to begin.ö
á
Diana joined Beth.á Beth continued, ôDiana and I have read about a state ruled
by dominant women.á They have 3 degrees of training.á They are hardcore
training, severe training and training.á They say that they usually limit the
hard core training session to one week.á Youĺll be glad to know yours is going
to last a month.á Our version of the hardcore training session will be this.á
You will be locked in a dark cell, chained to the wall with your wrists bound
behind your back.á You will be gagged.á You will be brought out of your cell 3
times in every 24 hour period to be brutally whipped with strap and cane and
eat your gruel. áYou will only be permitted use of the bathroom on the 3 times
you are let out of your cell.á If you go at any other time you will incur more
punishment.á I was gagged, put into the cell.á A collar was locked around my
neck and fastened to the wall.á I found this to be very uncomfortable.á All I
could do was stand in the dark cell.á Three times each day I was dragged out
of my cell, strung up, whipped and caned.
á
I lost all track of time.á Things became a dark haze.á I had no recognizable
thoughts other than to endure my bondage, confinement and punishment
sessions.á I was given many additional punishment sessions for having urinated
on the floor.á Which ever mistress, Diana or Beth administered my punishment
session rarely spoke to me.á They simply strung me up, whipped me and
indicated I should eat my gruel.á Then I was gagged and chained to the wall of
the cell.
á
One day Beth told me, ôBill youĺve completed your first month of training.á
Your next training session will be extreme punishment.á You will be placed in
the stocks for four hours twice each day.á You will be caned just after you
are locked in the stocks and just before your are released from them.á This
means you will be caned 4 times a day.á In addition to being confined in the
stocks and punished, you will work eight hours each day.á Mounted in the
center of the floor is a generator.á You will be shackled to a bar which when
you walk in a circle will turn the generator.á You will walk fast enough to
produce enough current to keep a hundred watt bulb lit for eight hours.á I am
told that it is a multi poled generator.á A walking speed of a little under 4
miles an hour will produce enough current to keep the bulb lit.á If the bulb
goes out the time it is out will be recorded on a chart.á You will be punished
for every minute the light is not lit.ö
á
Again things became a blur of being locked in the stocks, caned and walking in
a circle for endless hours each day.á There was some relief.á I was always
bound in a way that I could sit or lie on the floor and get some sleep.á I now
simply answered whatever Diana or Beth said to me with, ôYes Mistress!ö
á
I had no track of time.á One day Diana came in and said I had graduated to the
month of punishment.á She explained that the punishment session was the least
severe of the three punishment session.á I would be locked in the stocks for
only 2 hours twice each day.á I would only be caned once each time I was out
in the stocks.á On the other hand I would have to turn the generator for 12
hours each day.á I suffered the same sentence each night.á I was bound in a
way I could lie or sit on the floor of my cell and get some sleep.á By the
time Beth told me I had completed my third month of punishment, I was
completely docile and hypnotized into obeying whatever
Diana or Beth ordered me to do without question or rebellion.á My 3 month
training session had taken its toll.á I now had no will to escape or resist
whatever Diana and Beth had planned for me.
á
After I completed my 3 months training session Beth told me that I would
simply be confined in a cell with a gag and my wrists bound behind my back.á
She told me I needed rest for the ordeal that was ahead of me.á After Beth
locked me in my cell, I wondered, _ôWhat ordeal was I going to undergo?ö á _
á
I soon forgot about what Beth had said.á It was so relaxing to just have my
wrists locked behind my back and be gagged that I took every advantage of it
to get all of the rest possible.á After a week Diana and Beth appeared at my
cell.á Beth said, ôYouĺll be glad to know that Diana and I are going to be
married this weekend.á One of those documents you signed for Ann was a no
fault divorce decree.á It became final today.á The state law permitting same
sex marriages also went into effect today.á Diana and I are free to marry.
áWeĺre going to do so this coming Saturday.á Youĺll be glad to know that after
the wedding there is going to be a special ceremony.á You are going to be the
guest of honor.ö
á
ôBy the way Bill the documents you signed for Ann gave me the rights to all of
your property both real and personal.á As of now you own nothing.á Your
pension rights are all signed over to me.á When you are of age to receive your
pension it will come to me.á You are now completely dependent on remaining in
my good graces for your livelihood.á Youĺll be glad to know that after the
wedding there is going to be a special ceremony.á You are going to be the
guest of honor.á Youĺll be glad to know that you can remain in your cell and
get ready to be the guest of honor at the ceremony after Diana and I are
married.
á
Saturday came all too soon.á Beth and Diana scrubbed me down and removed all
of my body hair below my armpits.á They said it was necessary that I have as
little hair on my body as possible for the coming ceremony.á After I was
washed and had the hair removed, I was gagged and blindfolded with my wrists
behind my back.á My legs were tightly bound at the knees and ankles.á I was
wrapped in some kind of cloth and carried out to what I guessed was a car or
van.á I felt movement as the vehicle began to move.á After a short drive I was
removed from the van and carried somewhere.á I was placed on what felt like a
bed.á The cloth was removed from my body.á My wrists were released and re
fastened tightly to a bar above my head.á My legs were pulled as wide as hey
would go and my ankles were fastened to something to keep my legs spread.á A
belt was strapped around my chest just below my arm pits and buckled tightly
in place.á A second strap was fastened just above my hips.á I now could only
move my fingers and toes.á The rest of my body was bound in place.á After my
last bit of bondage was secured, my chastity belt was removed.á It felt funny
having my cock and balls free after they had been locked up so long.áá I
thought my cock would immediately get hard when the belt was removed.á However
it remained limp.
á
The silence lasted for a long time.á I heard a bunch of feminine voices.á Then
steps came into the room.á I heard several women say, ôI canĺt wait to see
this.á I always wondered what it would be like.öá There was more conversation
along the same line.á I wondered what they were talking about.á Then I heard
Beth say, ôDiana is getting reading to perform the operation.á You will see
the important part of it.á After Bill is put to sleep, you will have to
leave.á That is when the serious part will take place.á You will have no
interest in that.ö
á
Then I heard Diana say, ôI have to explain a few things to Bill.á I will then
remove his blindfold and the operation will begin.ö
á
Diana continued, ôBill you signed a document for Ann confessing that you are a
child molester.á You agreed that in lieu of going to jail that you would
permit me to nullify you.á That is you have agreed to let me slice off your
penis and balls.á Otherwise youĺll spend a long time in prison.á In addition
Beth and I were afraid you would be jealous of our marriage and want revenge.á
Once your cock and balls are gone you will have no reason to be jealous of
us.á In addition having your cock and balls removed, I and my associates are
going completely remove your prostate.á After your operation has been
completed, you will never have any sexual feelings of any kind.á After you
spend a few weeks healing youĺll be sent off for your final transformation.á
Beth, remove the blindfold.á I believe weĺre ready.ö
á
I felt the blindfold being removed.á When my eyes could accommodate I saw
Beth, Diana, Ann, patty, her crew and several women dressed in white.á Diana
said, ôWhen I nullify a male I want him to see it and feel it.á That way he
will know it really happened to him and was not a fantasy or dream.á _á_ I
will inject enough anesthetic into his genitals that it will dull the pain but
not completely eradicate it.á Bill will feel quite a bit of pain.á Heĺll be
glad to know the pain will not be as severe as the tortures Beth and I
inflicted on him.á Bill there is a mirror strategically placed on the ceiling
that will permit you to view the entire operation.á I want you to watch and
know that you really have been nullified.
á
I felt several pin pricks around my balls and penis as Diana injected the
anesthetic.áá Diana said, ôWhile the anesthetic takes effect, I will explain a
little of what Iĺm going to do.á Beth and I have decide we want to have Billĺs
genitals intact after they are removed.á That way we can keep them as trophy.á
Bill will be able to see what he will never again be able to use.ö As Diana
went on to explain how she was going to cut around the entire area of the cock
and balls my cock began to get hard.
á
Diana explained, ôFor some reason many men have their cocks get hard when they
hear someone talking about removing their cock and balls.á It is usual for the
person to doing the castrating, to permit the male cum one last time.á Diana
and I have decided that Bill has had his cock locked up for so long that we
donĺt want to ruin his experience of being chastised by allowing him a last
cum.á I am going to nullify him without him having a last climax.ö
á
I think the anesthetic has had time to take effect.á I can begin.á First I am
going to cut entirely around the ball sack.á I want to be sure to leave some
of the skin of the ball sack attached to the penis.á I felt the scalpel begin
to slice the skin of my ball sack as close to my body as Diana could get it.á
I began to feel real pain and jerked in my bonds as Diana continued slicing
around the ball sack.á Of course I could not move a millimeter.á After a time
Diana said, ôI have the skin of the sack cut as far as I can go until I remove
the penis. I now have to tie off several blood vessels and cut them.ö
á
I felt more pain as Diana tied off the veins and arteries sutured them closed.
á
Diana then said, ôI am ready to cut the cords and knot them.á I felt more pain
as Diana secured a ball cord with forceps.áá Diana tied off the cord and said,
ôNotice that when I release the cord that it will snap back into his body out
of reach.ö
á
Diana then snipped the cord to my other ball and let it retract back into my
body.á She said, ôLadies Bill is a man no more.á I have effectively removed
his balls.ö
á
I laid there in my bonds and thought, _ôThis canĺt be happening to me.ö á _It
was, I could see and feel what was happening to me.á I understood why Diana
wanted the male to be nullified to feel and see what was happening to him.á I
understood that I no longer and working balls.
á
Diana said, ôI am ready to do the penis.á I am going to cut around the base of
it except for where it is attached to the ball sack.á Once I get the proper
cuts done, the whole works will come off in one piece.á To be sure I get it
right, Iĺm going to run a sound down his pee hole.á I will feel it with the
scalpel and use it as a guide to be sure I slice in the correct locations.ö
á
Diana took a metal rod and inserted into my penis.á She pushed it in until she
was satisfied it was in the right location.á I yelled into my gag as Diana
began slicing around the base of my penis in slow sure strokes.á I felt the
razor sharp scalpel touch the rod inserted into my penis several times.á
Finally Diana said, ôI think I have it.á One more slice and everything should
come off nicely.ö
á
ôMy associates are ready.á When I remove the genitals, they will quickly stop
the rest of the bleeding.ö
á
Diana gave a quick flick of the scalpel and said, ôThere that does it.ö
á
I watched in horror as Diana slid my cock off of the rod bring my sack with my
balls in it.á Diana dropped the package into a bowl and said, ôI will have
stuffed and mounted as my and Bethĺs trophy.á Ladies that ends the public part
of the operation.á It will take several hours to finish removing the rest of
his sex organs and sew him up.á You all will be glad to know as soon as he is
healed from this operation he is going to be shipped to the transgender
clinic.á When he returns he will no longer be Bill he will be Billie.á He has
already has his name legally changed By Ann.ö
á
I felt a pin prick and then nothing but blackness.á I awakened, restrained in
a hospital room.á Diana came in and I said, ôDid it really happen?öá
á
Diana got a mirror and showed me the spot where my cock and balls had been.á
There was nothing there.á I quickly healed.á I was locked in a straight jacket
and taken to the transgender clinic.á It took about 6 months for them to
change me into a woman.á
á
I was taken from the clinic in bondage back to Beth and Diana where they use
me as their slave.á I must wait on them hand and foot or be punished in one of
the dungeons.á I am as perfectly obedient as I can be after having spent so
much time in those dungeons.á I am so conditioned that I can not rebel against
whatever Beth and Diana order me to do for them.
* * * |
Busted - The Game Show: Chapater 15 | GAY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, MINOR | Busted – The Game Show
© Justin Cumberland 2007
Chapter Fifteen
They took Jason to the bathroom where there was a shower cubicle and left him
alone so that he could clean himself up for the next round. He had only been
there for a minute or so when he was surprised to hear a knock on the door. He
was leaning against the back wall of the cubicle and trying not to slip. It
was difficult to stand and he didn’t think he could reach the latch on the
door without pushing himself forward. He stretched his arm out but couldn’t
quite touch it. He strained but realized he wasn’t going to make it and he was
about to push himself off the wall so that he could reach the latch when he
saw the kid, Todd, sliding his head under the door of the cubicle. He was
laying on his back on the floor of the bathroom and looking up at Jason.
‘Are you okay?’ he said.
Jason nodded his head and looked down at Todd. He leaned back against the
wall, thankful that he didn’t have to reach the latch now because he didn’t
think he could stand properly. His legs felt weak and they had started
spasming again.
‘I’m sorry about that…out there with…’ Todd’s voice trailed off. He looked to
one side for a moment, went quiet and then he turned back again, looking up at
the space between Jason’s legs. ‘Hey!’ he said. ‘That looks sweet!’
‘Yeah?’ Jason said.
‘Yeah,’ Todd said, nodding his head forward. He was smiling. He gripped his
hands on the bottom of the door and slid his head further into the cubicle so
that it was resting between Jason’s feet. Water was running down the insides
of Jason’s thighs and pooling around Todd’s head. He was blocking the drain.
‘You know, you can’t even tell there was anything there.’
‘Really?’
Todd nodded, staring up from underneath. ‘It’s just skin – just like you’ve
got a dick and never had any balls.’
‘Is there a scar?’
Todd blinked some water out of his dark eyes and tried to look closely. His
blond hair fanned around him in the pool of water. Suddenly, he strained his
head forward, trying to see if there was a scar. ‘Hang on,’ he said. ‘I can’t
see it properly.’
He used his hands to slide himself further into the cubicle. He turned on one
side and ducked one hip under the door, bending his body so that his arse,
followed by his feet slid under the door. He lay sideways around Jason’s feet,
on the floor of the shower, curled into a ball. From that position it was
difficult to get up. He reached up a hand to Jason, trying to shake the water
out of his hair at the same time. His hand slid across Jason’s thighs before
Jason grabbed it, trying to pull him up as best he could. There wasn’t a whole
lot of room. Jason was unsteady and the kid, not being able to see properly,
reached for a hold with his other hand. He grasped Jason’s dick and pulled
himself upwards with that before he realized what it was.
‘Sorry,’ Todd said. ‘I didn’t…I mean…Did I hurt you?’
Jason shook his head.
The kid smiled. ‘I’ll have a proper look,’ he said. He put his hand behind
Jason, on his arse and bent his head down, turning it up between Jason’s legs.
Jason could see the kid’s back and the top of his arse bent over in front of
him, and he could feel Todd’s hair tickling the insides of his thighs. Jason
started to smile at the sensation and then he took a sudden breath inwards as
Todd reached up with his other hand, touching the place where the explosion
had occurred. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. It felt good.
The kid ran his fingers backwards and forwards over the spot where Jason’s
sack had once hung. He started saying something but Jason couldn’t hear him
because of the water falling all around them.
‘What?’ Jason said.
The kid stood up and shook his hair. He pushed it back over his head and
smiled, blinking water out of his eyes. ‘I said – there isn’t any scar.’
‘Really?’
‘Not a mark,’ Todd said. ‘It looks natural – like there was never anything
there.’
Jason reached down for the first time and felt the place along the underside
of his cock where his balls had once been. Todd was right. It felt natural.
The skin was stretched and smooth; and Jason couldn’t help running his fingers
back and forth along it, feeling the place and wondering how they had managed
to do that with a couple of aerosol cans. He smiled.
‘You know,’ Todd said. ‘You probably don’t want to hear it but I feel so…’ He
bit his bottom lip and smiled at Jason. ‘I mean, I handed you that fucking
box!’
‘The box? – Oh, yeah,’ Jason said, remembering that it had been Todd’s choice
of box five which had, ultimately, turned out to contain the explosive device.
Did the kid feel responsible? Jason didn’t think that that was right. Todd
wasn’t responsible for what had happened. He was, after all, just a kid. He
shouldn’t even have been on the show. And anyway, he had simply done what Andy
had said to do. No, it wasn’t Todd’s fault. Someone, certainly, had made a
mistake – put something in the wrong box accidentally, or told Andy the wrong
thing without realizing what they were doing. Even now, somewhere, some poor
guy was probably getting chewed up about it and feeling awful as they tried to
work out how it had happened.
Jason stopped stroking the place where his balls had been and looked at Todd.
‘Look,’ he said. ‘It wasn’t you. And you shouldn’t feel bad about what
happened.’
‘Bad about it?’
‘Well – you didn’t do anything. You didn’t pick it. You just handed it to me.
It was Andy who chose it. You can’t claim to be responsible for…this,’ Jason
said, motioning toward his groin with one hand.
‘I don’t know about that,’ Todd said. ‘I would’ve chosen you anyway – even if
I’d picked the box myself and hadn’t…even if I’d only thought that…I mean, I
would’ve given it to you anyway – just hoping. And it still would have
happened.’
Jason shrugged. There was no point worrying about it. Todd wasn’t responsible.
The kid lifted his chin up and smiled at Jason. ‘Your balls looked so fucking
big, man! – and after you’d taken that hit in the first round I just couldn’t.
I mean, I just had to give you that – and then – oh, man! That was so fucking
awesome! And it was me that got to choose…I mean – I gave you that fucking
box!’
The first round! Everything came back to that. ‘It wasn’t your fault, Todd.’
‘Fault?’
‘No, I mean – in the first round – that was different. I was angry at you
then.’
‘Angry at me? What were angry at me for?’
‘Well – not angry at you – at your friend, Eric.’
‘Eric? Oh, yeah – I know what you mean.’
‘No one distracted him, did they?’ Jason said, ‘—when he was answering your
questions? There was no one bugging him when he was trying to answer.’
‘No,’ Todd said. ‘But he wouldn’t have let it…I mean, he wouldn’t have given a
wrong answer on purpose.’
‘Of course not,’ Jason said. ‘But he might have been distracted – if someone
had been bugging him – and grabbing his arm.’
‘I don’t think so,’ Todd said. ‘He would have got them right anyway. He knew
the answers. If he’d got one wrong I wouldn’t have got first choice for Blast-
Off.’
‘Exactly!’ Jason said. ‘And how would that have made you feel? If you had
missed out on that? It wouldn’t have been fair, would it?’
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Jason looked at Todd who simply
shrugged his shoulders and turned around to open the door. He had to step
backwards as he pulled the door into the shower and the underside of Jason’s
cock slid into the crack of the boy’s arse until it was pressed firmly against
it as Todd stepped back further, opening the door to reveal the surgeon, who
was standing in the bathroom with a syringe in his hand.
‘Oh, you’re in there,’ the surgeon said, suddenly jerking his head back as he
saw Todd, the sight of whom had obviously come as something of a surprise.
‘I’m giving him a hand,’ Todd said.
‘Yeah, well, he’s gotta have a needle. Move over a bit.’
Todd shuffled to one side and the surgeon, who was fully clothed, stepped into
the shower, unconcerned about the water which hit him directly in the chest as
he stepped in. Under the pressure of the shower his orange coveralls stained a
darker color, sticking to his skin and becoming translucent at the same time.
Jason bent his head forward and grabbed his dick. It was crushed against
Todd’s side now because the boy had turned around and stepped back against the
side wall. He pulled it up and managed to release it. He offered it to the
surgeon because, Jason figured, they were going to put another one into that.
‘No, not in there, mate,’ the surgeon said. ‘You won’t be getting that thing
down any time soon.’
Jason frowned. ‘How long?’ he said.
‘A week or two.’
A week or two? Jason couldn’t believe it. The pressure from his sack had been
released and, even though it hadn’t been done in the best possible way, he
could at least be thankful that he hadn’t had to put up with that discomfort
any longer than was necessary. Indeed, if he had gone home with his testicles
swollen as they were, he would most likely have had to put up with pain for
some days, as he had had to when Garth had hit him with the baseball bat. He
had comforted himself with this thought when Todd had told him how good it
looked down there, thinking that it had maybe been the best thing that could
have happened given the circumstances, allowing him to go on with the
competition without the hindrance of a swollen sack; but he now learned that
he was going to have to put up with an erection for some time, which might
prove embarrassing, particularly if he had to go out in public which could
hardly be avoided.
‘Here, give us your shoulder,’ the surgeon said.
Jason turned sideways.
‘This’ll help steady you. You’ll be feeling better in no time.’
Todd closed the door and looked at Jason who, although he had managed to stand
while the surgeon was there, had now fallen backwards against the wall, trying
to keep his balance.
‘Are you alright?’ Todd said.
Jason nodded his head.
‘Did they put a needle in your dick?’
‘Three,’ Jason said.
Todd reached forward and grabbed it. ‘It sure is hard,’ he said, squeezing the
head of Jason’s dick with his fingers.
‘Tell me about it.’
‘Does it feel good?’
Jason smiled. It felt fantastic. The feel of Todd’s fingers as they squeezed
his head sent ripples of sensation along the sides of his dick and into his
abs. He looked at Todd’s dick, which, although not bursting, was certainly
erect; and he realized, from the way the kid had asked the question, that the
erection was natural which meant that they had not given Todd anything to help
him if it came down to a jerk-off.
Suddenly Jason realized the position he was in; and he decided, at that
moment, to pull himself together. He was, after all, standing here with Todd
knowing full well that because they had entered the show together, the kid
couldn’t possibly leave again without getting some of his gear wasted. They
had, after all, set things up so that Jason would win, and this meant, without
a doubt, that Todd was going to end up, if not worse off than Jason, then in a
very similar position, losing at least one testicle, because it wasn’t
possible to exit the show otherwise, unless, of course, you were the winner.
And Todd wasn’t going to win. It was a shame, particularly now, because Todd
had proved himself to be a genuinely kind person, who, although he had played
around with Jason’s testicle out on the stage, had apologized for it, and, as
it turned out, was the only contestant with the balls to come in here and see
how Jason was.
‘Where are the other guys?’ Jason said.
‘Getting the devices removed.’
‘Is yours still in there?’ Jason said, motioning at Todd’s sack with his head.
‘Mine?’ Todd frowned at him. ‘Oh—no,’ he said. ‘They…already took it out. It
only takes a minute—but…there’s a line-up.’
Fair enough, Jason thought. That explained why Todd was here and not one of
the other guys. He really needed to stop thinking the worst about people.
Generally, as he well knew, people turned out to be kind and well-meaning.
‘How long do you reckon we’ve got?’ Jason said.
‘I don’t know…five, ten minutes.’
Jason reached for the soap.
‘Do you want a hand?’ Todd said.
‘Would you mind?’ Jason didn’t think he could manage to balance and soap
himself at the same time; and, despite the constant stream of water from the
shower there were still traces of blood and semen on the both of them. They
couldn’t go back out like that.
‘Stand in the middle,’ Todd said.
Jason managed to balance by standing with his legs apart, keeping one hand
pressed against each wall as Todd soaped his body. Todd started with his chest
and because they were close together, Jason’s dick kept sliding against the
kid’s stomach, the head catching time and time again in Todd’s navel as the
kid soaped Jason’s chest and shoulders. Jason closed his eyes. The constant
stimulation calmed him and really, he thought, losing his balls had proved,
within the space of five or ten minutes, to be nothing to worry about
whatsoever. There wasn’t any pain. There wasn’t any scar. And it was only,
Jason supposed, the fear which other guys had of these things which led them
to be so irrational about losing their gear, because, as it turned out, not
having any balls wasn’t really a problem.
Todd crouched down and began soaping Jason’s thighs and feet. The kid’s hair
kept brushing the underside of Jason’s cock and tickling the place where his
sack had been. Jason kept his eyes closed but couldn’t help smiling.
Thankfully Todd couldn’t see his face and was unaware of the effect he was
having on Jason, who, once again, felt like he was going to blow a load.
The kid crouched down lower and slipped between Jason’s thighs. Jason got a
shock because Todd brought his head up suddenly as he slipped between Jason’s
legs hitting him, as it would have been, in the nuts; but actually, because
they had gone, causing him no pain whatsoever. Jason realized, as this
happened, that being hit in the groin was a pain which he would never have to
suffer again; and, because of this, he began to feel happy about what had
happened.
Todd soaped his back and the sides of his chest from behind, gripping Jason
under the arms with both hands before he moved them downward, slipping his
hands into the crack of Jason’s arse. Todd crouched behind him and began
soaping Jason between the thighs, reaching forward at the same time, and, with
both hands, rubbing them along the sides of Jason’s cock. Jason’s dick started
to jerk up in the air and Todd’s hands slipped. He had to keep finding his
hold and grip harder with both hands, sliding his palms along the sides of
Jason’s dick and scratching lightly at it with the tips of his fingers.
Suddenly Todd moved one hand away, cupping Jason’s dick from underneath with
one hand while he slid the other up and down into the crack of Jason’s arse.
Jason supposed there was some dried sealant around the area, which, because it
was unnecessary, would have to be removed. He hoped Todd would hurry, because,
at any moment, Jason was going to come; and he didn’t want that to happen,
embarrassing not only himself, but the kid, who was being so kind to him.
Todd was obviously having trouble, however, because he starting moving the
hand which was gripping the underside of Jason’s cock faster and faster,
while, with the other hand, which was in Jason’s arse, he began to increase
the pressure, sliding it up and down his crack slowly and determinedly.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, one of Todd’s fingers slipped into Jason’s arsehole.
It was a mistake, obviously, but the muscles in Jason’s arse clenched
involuntarily and trapped Todd’s finger so that he was unable to pull it out
again.
‘Fuck, you’ve got a tight arsehole!’ Todd said. He gripped Jason’s cock firmly
with his other hand because, Jason supposed, he was trying to pull the finger
out. For some reason it seemed to slide further in and, at that moment, Jason
came.
Jism spurted across the cubicle, audibly slapping onto the back of the door.
The painted wood was wet and it started to slide.
‘Oh, wow!’ Todd said. ‘You fucking well came!’
Jason went red in the face and felt the muscles in his arse relax as Todd
slowly withdrew his finger, turning it as he did so. Jason was unable to
believe how good it had felt to have something pushed into the hole of his
arse. He had never stuck anything into his arse before; and he now felt that
he had been missing something which he had heard other guys talking about; but
which, in his own stupid way, he had always been too afraid to try for
himself.
Even though he was red-faced, he was smiling and breathing heavily, keeping
his hands pressed against the walls of the cubicle. He could only think how
lucky he was that Todd was crouched down behind him because, from that
position, the kid couldn’t see Jason’s face.
‘That’s pretty incredible,’ Todd said. ‘That you’ve still got that much left.’
‘Left?’
‘Yeah – well, you can’t make any more, can you?’
‘Can’t I?’
Todd stood up behind him and placed a hand on Jason’s hip. ‘No – well, not
properly. You can make some fluid – but, well, you haven’t got any balls. You
can’t really make come – not properly.’
Jason thought. ‘But how did – where did that come from?’
‘There’s a little sac,’ Todd said. He reached his hand around and touched
Jason’s pubes with the tips of his fingers. ‘In here somewhere. It stores the
come, ready for when you blow. You must have had a lot in there because you’ve
already come a couple of times.’
‘So – what, won’t I come anymore?’
‘A bit of fluid,’ Todd said. ‘It’ll feel good – but you won’t really blow a
load again – unless there’s something left.’
‘Something left?’
‘Yeah,’ Todd laughed. ‘I don’t see how there could be.’
As it turned out there was some left but neither Todd nor Jason knew this,
and, being ignorant about it, Jason supposed that that was the last time he
would come properly. He consoled himself with the thought that it had been
good – he had been with another person for the first time and it had proved
better than he could ever have expected it to be, particularly when you
considered that he was in a small shower cubicle with a thirteen year old boy
who had just inserted a finger into his anus.
Todd still had his arm around Jason. His fingers were still lightly resting on
Jason’s pubes and as they stood there, Jason felt Todd’s other hand move to
his hip as the boy tried to steady himself. As Todd did so the head of his
penis slipped underneath the crack of Jason’s arse; and Jason felt it nestled
there, resting against his arsehole. He wondered what it would feel like if
Todd thrust forward, pushing his penis into Jason’s hole; but he supposed,
given how tight it was, that that wouldn’t be possible.
At that moment there was another knock on the door and a voice which Jason
never did identify said, ‘Hurry up you two. It’s time to go back on.’
* * * |
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Adopted | WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, Torture | Mommy has to punish her bad little boy. | ` `
Todd was reading through the personals column of Al G’s famous magazine, when
he ran across the ad. It read: “ADOPTION Have you been a bad boy? Motherly
woman will adopt you and train you to be a good little man.” Then a post
office box at Grand Central Station. He was intrigued, and sat down at his
word processor and composed a letter saying how bad he had been and how much
he needed training and punishment. He fully never expected to hear back, but
about two weeks later came a reply from Mother McGee as she called herself.
There was a fee of course, and instructions on how to make contact in a most
circuitous manner. A contact was made to a prepaid cell phone, and when the
pleasant voiced woman was assured of Todd’s sincerity and lack of connection
with the authorities a date was set, for his adoption.
The address was in a better section of Queens, Todd used the subway and got
off at the indicated stop. The apartment building was a four family, old, but
very well maintained. He rang the bell for apartment four; there was no name
on the bell. The same pleasant voice inquired if he was Todd, and when he said
yes, the buzzed him in.
Whatever Todd was expecting Mother McGee was totally different. A long time
participant as a victim in the Manhattan underground S&M scene he was used to
leather and Goth makeup. Mother McGee looked sunny, warm and friendly, no body
piecing wearing a light summer dress. The one thing he did notice though was
the dress was shear, and the woman had no undergarments what so ever. Glancing
down he could see the outline of her pubic hair; large nipples poked though
the chest of this slightly overweight woman. If you saw her in the Safeway you
would assume she was shopping for her family.
“Well don’t just stand there Todd, come in and sit down.” The woman led him
into a friendly pleasantly decorated living room right out of a woman’s home
magazine. “Come sit here on the couch, and I will get us a nice cup of
coffee.”
The coffee must have been perked because she was back in a moment with two
steaming cups. “Now Todd, tell me what naughty things you have done so I can
determine the correct punishment for you.”
Todd outlined all of his shortcomings; from masturbation to his bouts of S&M.,
and how ashamed he was of all the things he had done.
“Let me see you hand Todd.” She smiled at him.
”My hand?” Puzzled Todd.
“Don’t question me you little fucking faggot.” Mother McGee screamed into his
face, and she threw the hot coffee into his face. It hurt but it wasn’t hot
enough to do any real damage. “Oh I am sorry Todd dear, mommy lost her temper,
you should do what mommy tells you without question. Now put your head down
here and nurse on mommy’s tit.” She flipped out one of her large breast and
pulled Todd’s head down and he complied and began to nurse. She had a large
nipple that got hard as he sucked. “Now Todd let me see your hand.”
Todd quickly lifted a hand, which she carefully examined. She measured his
hand from the tip of the end of his social finger to the edge of his palm.
“You have tiny little hands for a man. If the rule of thumb is correct you
don’t have a cock you have a little embarrassment. Oh my, this can’t be right.
Let me see your wee wee Todd.”
“Huh?”
A hand shot out and slapped him full in the face leaving the impression of all
five fingers on his cheek, she then grabbed his ear lobe between thumb and
forefinger twisting and pulling it painfully. “You little snot, your going to
pay for this, now show me your wee wee.”
Todd quickly unzipped his pants and produced his small organ. Mother McGee
carefully examine the three inch long member and the tiny balls below. “Your
wee wee is too small for you to play with, it would be better not to have
anything than this miserable little thing, you’re hung like a field mouse. Now
I know what will help, get down there and lick your mommy’s pussy for her.”
Mother McGee spread her ample legs and directed Todd into her nether area. He
was having such a good time, this was even better than he expected. She was
warm and moist with a large cunt and large clitoris and she held his head in
with her hands as she move up and down his tongue. When she finally came, she
squeezed so hard with her ample thighs, Todd couldn’t get his breath, after
thirty seconds he began to panic from lack of air and was beginning to
blackout before she released him.
It took her about five minutes to recover as Todd tried to get his oxygen
level back to normal. Finally she got up reached down and grabbed Todd’s lower
lip twisting it painfully until he got to his feet. “Todd you have to be
punished for being such a bad boy and having such a small wee wee, into the
punishment room. You are going to get exactly what you deserve a good hard
whipping.” Since he didn’t want his lip torn off he followed Mother McGee into
the room as directed. She had converted one of the bedrooms in to a sound
proof torture chamber, egg carton Styrofoam covered walls and ceiling, so he
could scream his lungs out and no one would know. “Take you clothes off and
kneel down on the bench so I can punish you.” Todd did as directed removing
his clothes and getting on to his knees in front of the bench. “Not that way,
stick your ass up in the air you ninny.” She commanded.
Checking through a stack of switches she selected one that suited her mood,
and commenced to whip Todd’s ass until it was a bright cherry red. His tiny
weenie got as hard as it could with each stoke. “Now lay down on the bench and
spread you legs, I’m not done with you.” Mother McGee started on the soles of
his feet, he would be limping for a week, then worked his nipples over, then
she went to work on his cock and balls till they were bruised and swollen. She
was covered in sweat and breathing hard from the exertion. Once she caught her
breath she strapped Todd to the table; top and bottom he could wiggle his toes
but that was about it.
“Todd to be a really good boy mommy is going to make some modifications to
you, your little wee wee is useless, and your balls are pathetic. I am going
to fix you for all time by removing them. You will be a good boy forever after
and won’t be doing nasty things. Now be good and don’t scream too loud.”
Todd though it was all a joke all part of the act, boy was he about to be
surprised. Mother McGee got a long metal tube about three eights of an inch in
diameter, and rammed it down Todd’s cock. “This is so you can pee once you wee
wee is gone little Todd.” He thought this was pretty good act, and even though
it was painful he was able to keep from crying out. He still thought it was
good fun and games even as she wrapped a piece of heavy gauge copper wire
around his little cock from the top to the bottom in a helical manner, with a
very tight coil close to his body at the base of his tiny member. Then she
wheeled over an old toy train transformer, which he recognized from his
childhood days. She connected clips from the transformer to both ends of the
copper wire and said: “Say good by to you miserable little wee wee Toddy, you
will be a better little boy for this.” She then turned on the juice. Inching
the power upward, the copper got warm, then hot, and finally with full power
red-hot and his cocked was burned off his body and the room filled with the
nauseating smell of burning flesh.
Todd screamed and screamed both from pain, shock and loss. She had really done
it she had burned his cock off his body.
With a pair of pliers she grabbed the copper wife and slid the burned cock off
the metal tube. “See Toddy honey, no bleeding just pain, you wee wee is gone,
you will be a better little boy with it to distract you.” She then began to
fondle his scrotum. “Now we will take care of these. Now I know you will thank
me later on, though it maybe a bit painrful now. A good mother like I am can’t
let her little boy run around without a cock, but still have his little
ballsies pumping out testosterone and getting you all frustrated. You might do
something nasty like let little gay boys fuck your ass just so you could get
off. We can’t have that now I have something special for your castration Toddy
it will be really painful, but that is what you want, you just go ahead and
scream all you want while mother takes your balls away.”
Gulping back the pain from his burned penis Todd pleaded with Mother McGee not
to take his balls. “Oh god, don’t do that, please leave them alone, I promise
I will be a good boy.” Todd began to cry.
“Oh dear me son, your tears touch my heart, but it is all for the best, your
balls must go, you have to be castrated. Little boys like you that love pain
find this the best punishment of all, now I am going to get a sandwich when I
come back we will fix your little balls so you won’t care that you don’t have
a cock. In the mean time here is something to keep you occupied so you won’t
get in to any more trouble.” Mother McGee applied saline solution to Todd’s
nipples, then the alligator clips and turned on a little D.C. current from the
transformer she kept increasing the juice until she could see his muscles
begin to jump. “There you go Todd a half hour of electricity should make you
see that behaving and doing as mommy tells you is the best thing for you,
don’t go away.”
Todd’s body jumped and twitched as the current surged through his chest, sort
of doing the supine version of the ‘funky chicken.’ Finally after an eternity
and a half Mother McGee returned. “Oh Todd did you have fun while mother was
away.” She removed the alligator clips, and his muscle continued to spasm for
another five minutes. “Lets get on with you modification and get you castrated
Toddy. Your just going to love your new life without that miserable little
cock and this tiny little marbles you call balls, I know how gratefully you
are going to be for my doing this.”
“I don’t want this.” Cried Todd, “This isn’t what you promised, I’m the
customer, you can’t do this.”
“Oh but I can Todd, you climbed up here on this table and that is implied
consent, no need to thank me Todd, I’m just doing what a good mother should to
her naughty little boy taking away the things that make you naughty. No lets
get started and get those nasty balls off you dear.” Mother McGee produced a
fine wire already bent into a noose, she placed this around his scrotum and
tightened it down by hand, then she threaded it through a pistol grip device.
“This is picture wire Todd, it will take you balls of nice and neat, and cause
you all kinds of pain, now let me tighten it up a bit so you can see what you
are in for.”
“Oh no pleeese don’t, I’ll do anything, give you money, be your slave just
leave my balls.”
“Don’t be silly Todd I don’t need your money, this is just being a good mother
and correcting you little problem, now hold still while I get this on you good
and tight, it will take a few minutes for you balls to get numb, each time
they do and you think the pain is as much as you can stand, I’ll find a way to
increase it.” She gripped the little device and squeezed increasing the
tension until his scrotum was devoid of an blood circulation.. “While we are
waiting for you balls to die, why don’t you eat mommy one more time, after
today you won’t be that interested in pussy in more, might as well get one
last taste. With that little dick you had you sure couldn’t even fuck a house
cat.” Mother McGee lifted her dress and mounted Todd’s face.
Todd for his part pretended to be interested in the cunt that was cutting off
air to him. He worked his tongue and teeth around until he found the clitoris,
then sucked it into his mouth and bit down as hard as he could. Mother McGee
let out a shriek of pain. It took he a second to realize what had happened,
she reached down with two fingers and shoved them up Todd’s nostrils and
twisted until his pain was great enough for him to release her clit.
Mother McGee quickly got down and examined herself to check for damage. “You
ungrateful whelp, I feed you, nurse you, provide comfort for you and this is
how you repay me. If I had known you were going to turn out like this I would
have drowned you at birth. You think you have suffered now, just wait, you
don’t know what pain is yet you little shit.” She stormed out of the room,
Todd couldn’t hear what was going on, for what seemed like an eternity then
she came back into the room with an eight quart pan of boiling water. “Hi
Todd, surprise, this is a favorite of mothers everywhere to punish there
little children, boiling water.” She poured the water slowly over his body
starting with his face and all the way down to the groin. He was scaled a
bright lobster red, he screamed and screamed, and she just smiled. “You will
be a good boy from now on won’t you Todd. Not answering, well we will fix
that. See this?” Holding up a bamboo flail. “It is a Japanese split bamboo
flail, each time you are hit it bites a little bit of flesh off, get ready
Todd.” She started with his face and worked it until it was a swollen mass of
cuts and bruises, then she went to work on his nipples until the were both
gone. “Well Todd I was going to castrate you a little painlessly but since you
have been such a perfect little shit, this is going to be the best punishment
yet.”
“Noooooo,” Todd tried to scream through bleeding lips, but his voice was gone
by this time.
Using the flail Mother McGee worked his scrotum stroke after stroke, until the
skin was gone and the gonads were exposed, this increased her determination
she beat his gonads into hamburger, this took about a half hour. When Todd
would pass out, she would wait till he regained consciousness before going
back to the beating. When his balls were finally reduced to nothing more than
a bloody mush she stopped.
“Todd dear you will be a good boy from now on. Either that or I will find a
way to make things more painful than today.”
These words penetrated Todd’s pain fogged brain, and what ever could be more
painful than the last twelve hours he couldn’t begin to imagine.
“Let me finish your castration Todd.” Mother McGee picked up the grip and
tightened the wire until the mess that had been his scrotum fell off and he
started to bleed from the wounds. “Oh you nasty boy, you’re bleeding all over
my table, I can’t have that.” Mother McGee picked up a brazing torch from
under the table, lit the flame, carefully adjusted the propane until it was a
full blue, then cauterized Todd’s groin.
Todd now knew there were worst pains.
“I want you to keep you mouth closed Todd about today, so just as an example
this will make sure you know what this means.” Mother McGee took a needle and
carpet thread and sewed Todd’s mouth closed.
He lay there moaning, and crying in unbelievable pain. Mother McGee un-
strapped him and made him dress as best he could. She called a gypsy cab, one
that kept no records, and helped Todd limp down to the ground floor. She
dumped him in the back of the cab, and gave the driver a $50 to drop Todd off
at a faraway emergency room.
Back upstairs she went through his wallet, taking all the money and destroying
the directions to her apartment which she had found in his clothing. It was so
nice to have children and realize with the proper corrective techniques and
modifications they would behave themselves.
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Asian Gang girl. | STRAIGHT | Asian gang leader tame rival gang leader and feminizes him. | ` Adriana had always been beautiful, even as a poor girl growing up in the big
apple. She envied all the rich people she saw everyday and wondered when it
would be her time to enjoy a life of luxury. She lived with her mom in a one
bedroom apartment with minimal heating and no air condition in summer.Her mom
Lucia had to work two jobs as a waitress and maid just to put food on the
table. `
Adriana grew up a tough street girl and idolized Miko a Japanese girl that was
8 years older and a black belt in Kung Fu. Miko was all of 5 feet 4 inches
tall and weighed 115 pounds but she could beat up the biggest of men without
breaking a sweat. Adriana was nine when she saw Miko get into an argument with
a man that must have been in his early twenties and weighed over 200 pounds.
Miko and he were arguing over turf and whose hood this was. The argument soon
got into pushing with the man boasting that no tiny girl was going to tell him
what to do, he then took a swing at Miko but due to her training he missed
completely and was thrown off balance. Miko quickly reacted with a kick to his
ribs which boubled her attacker over. He was no match for the girl and soon
found himself on his knees with blood dripping from his busted nose and lips
and begging her to stop. Miko had no mercy in her and finished off her
attacker with a front kick to his face that sent him spralling onto his back
unconcious. Adriana felt a tingling in her loins watching how easily this
little girl had defeated her much larger opponent and she wanted to learn
herself how to do this.
Before she could ask Miko however she saw the Miko wasn't done with the man,
he was a gang leader and Miko had to earn the respect of his gang so she had
two of her girls strip him completely and then bring him to her. When he was
brought before Miko she told him that he had lost and now he would pay a sever
price. He would serve the rest of his life in slavery to Miko and her female
Captains and she would humiliate him further in front of his gang.
Miko brought him on to a platform in front of both gangs and announced her
intention of enslavement and servitude thru castration. She then brought out
her 6 inch pearl handles knife and grabbed his penis, he was crying and
begging her to let him go but she said this would be only the begginning of
his torture. She brought the knife to the base of his penis and pulled up
viciously cutting his manhood off in one stroke, he fell to his knees bleeding
and crying. Miko put her foot on his back and announced that she would remove
his balls very slowly and painfully and that she would make him beg for their
removal.
Two of Miko's captains then took the man and rolled him on his side and then
cauterized him wound with hot knives as he screamed and then passed out. When
he awoke he saw himself in a room with the beautiful Japanese girl that had
beaten him and emasculated him, he was scared and couldn't believe how easily
this asian beauty had defeated him.He admired her and hated himself for it,
hated having to admit to himself that a woman half his size had totally taken
over his life. Welcome back to the world of the living, I hope you had a good
knap because you are about to be put through a brutal torture. You see I am
not finished with you, not only am I going to cut your balls off very slowly
but I am going to make you beg me to do it first. Then when that's done your
other humiliation starts, you are going to be my personal slave for life, you
are going to wear a dress os akirt at all times and sexually please me and my
captains and any of our male friends that may want your services, he cringed
at this last thought and was desperately seraching for a way out because he
knew that this woman meant everything she had said and could make him do it.
Ne begged her to go easy on him she had beaten him publicly and taken over his
gang and turf, she was the new queen and she was only 17, please show me some
mercy he said, Miko walked up to him and grabbed him nuts and pulled him to
his feet by them, she was wearing a richly embroidered red silk robe and he
felt the soft material brush against him as she leaned forward to wisper in
his ear. Miko said, I grant you one favor, you beg me to finish your
castration now and i will do it, no torture and no slow cutting just your
surrender to me and lifetime servitude. So what shall it be pain and
castration or admit my superiority and submit to my knife. He knew she had won
and that he was her slave, he also secretly admired this woman and wanted to
serve her so he accepted her demands.
Two weeks later he was given a new name, he was now called Rachel and was
getting used to his new life as a eunuch slave, his wardrobe consisted of fine
silken blouses and dresses and he was even getting used to going down on big 8
inch cocks.
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