A Masterpiece Castration Fantasy

Summary: This is a graphic castration fantasy which took place in a Chat Room.

Welcome to the Castration Chat Room

Nikki has joined.

Hi Nikki, do you want to be castrated?

 Ha Ha! Nope, I'm female.

 I was looking for a woman like you.

 Cool. I've been reading the stories for a couple of weeks now and
thought I'd try a chat.

 Would you like to castrate a man, or just watch?

 I'd like to do both. I think castrating a guy would be really cool!

 Why is castrating a guy cool?

 I don't know. I've always been fascinated with a guy's balls and I'd
like to see what's inside the sack ;-)

 My boyfriend always gets turned on when I squeeze or tie his balls
too.

 What would you say if I told you I wanted to be castrated by a woman?

 Hmmm. I'd say that I'd love to have your nuts in my hand :-)

 Cool.

 Fred wants his off, too.

 I'd like to do it in one of two scenarios.

 Something similar to "chance to impregnate wife lost" where two guys
compete to see who gets to make me pregnant.

 I castrate the loser (or maybe the winner, hee, hee).

 The other scenario would be where I don't let the guy cum for about
two weeks beforehand.

 You are my fantasy woman.

 :-)

 And how would you determine who won?

tt has joined

 Hey guys.

 What's happening?

 Well, it depends. The guy with the biggest load could be the
'winner', or the guy who cum first...

 tt, we are talking about Nikki castrating me or Fred.

 Winner of what?

 How does he plan to do it?

 OR she.

 The castration contest. Nikki has agreed to castrate one of us --
she loves it and so do we.

 tt can play too :-)

 tt is interested in doing the cutting... sounds like John and Fred
are into a woman cutting their nads????

 Oh yeah!

 Yep, they are.

 How about you, tt?

 tt is a cutter -- he wants to keep his nuts.

 Maybe tt could help out.

 Where do you live, Nikki?

 I'm from England.

 I could always fly so you could neuter me.

 true...

 Do you think the entire sac should come off or not?

 Oh definitely. I would want to slice everything off right up to the
base of the penis.

 You are my dream girl.

 First, I'd use a cable to tie off the scrotum and, a little at a
time, I'd pull it REALLY tight!

 And then?

Jack has joined.

 Then I'd kiss your balls one last time each and suck you off almost
to the point of climax.

 Hi Jack -- Nikki is about to castrate me.

 Then, if you are really good, I'd just bring you over the top with
my hand, and then...

 Go ahead.

 Then what?

 As the first spurt erupts, I'd jerk your balls down quickly and
instantly slice through the skin and cords with a razor sharp filet
knife.

 I'm good. I've got a really nice, pretty, hard cock.

 Then, while you watch, I'd squeeze your nuts out of their sack and
put them in a little olive jar full of alcohol. Before you recovered
from the temporary intense pain, I'd flush your sac and all the rest
down the toilet - as a eunuch, you won't be needing that stuff ever
again.

 And then I'd kiss your asshole,  and you'd keep my balls forever.

 You could kiss it just after I got impregnated by the winner. As for
your balls...

 Thanks.

 Jack, what are you into?

 You're welcome. Jack wouldn't know it, but I'd probably end up
nutting him too ;-)


Busted - The Game Show:  Chapter 30

Busted û The Game Show

® Justin Cumberland 2007

Chapter Thirty

The sun hovered. It had to be disappearing but it seemed to hang suspended as
though the day would never end. The world held its breath and waited. Night
would come. Somehow, surely, there would be an end to all of this.

The car sped forwards, whipping flickering shadows onto the sides of the road,
an elongated monster with an extended lifespan. It would have to die.

Jason stretched his neck to one side and the other. It would be dark soon. He
folded his arms across his chest, conscious of Garth on the other side of the
car. They hadnÆt spoken, of course û not since the gas station û not since the
birthday card, really.

æSo how old are you, Jase?Æ were the last words.

What could you say? The guy knew the answer.

æWhat are you going to do, Garth?Æ

Garth jerked up in the seat and stared ahead, surprised that Jason had spoken.

æWhat?Æ

æWhat are you going to do?Æ

æWhat do you mean?Æ

æWell, you canÆt hang around, can you? Not with my parents coming back.Æ

Garth shrugged his shoulders. æAre you going to tell them?Æ

Jason rolled his eyes back and lifted his head slowly to the ceiling. æDonÆt
you want me to?Æ he said, speaking at the roof in a monotone, sarcastically,
tired of playing the same stupid game.

æYouÆre a real smart-arse, arenÆt you?Æ

Jason laughed, staring at the roof. It was funny.

æYes,Æ he said, turning to Garth. æI am.Æ

æYouÆre a fuck.Æ

The phone rang and Garth hit the dash-screen with his fingertips.

It was the producer. Jason had seen him during the day, over at his high desk
in the shadows, off to one side of the stage. He had never caught sight of his
face clearly, and, even now, on the screen, it was difficult to make out what
he looked like through the network of shadows which hid him. He face was old
and craggy and he was at his desk apparently. At least it looked like it.

æDad!Æ Garth said.

Jason jolted in his seat.

æIÆve done it, Garth. You should have seen it. It was fucking brilliant. The
little shit was brilliant.Æ

Garth smiled and turned to Jason. He mouthed the words æheÆs done it.Æ

Jason frowned.

æWe put him in the butcher shop,Æ the producer continued.

æTell me all about it, Dad,Æ Garth said, adjusting the volume on the phone
till the producerÆs voice distorted. æI want to hear everything.Æ

æWell, we had him on a rope, suspended sideways. ôCan I have some salami?ö the
lady said. ôIÆd like it sliced if you donÆt mind.ö ôWhy sure!ö Mark swung him
back and forth across the slicer. ôHow much do you want?ö ôWhy IÆd like the
whole thing.ö Slice, slice, slice.Æ The producer made a motion with his hands.
æYou should have heard the little shit scream! He wouldnÆt take the fucking
pain blockers. That was funny! It was the funniest noise IÆve ever heard. And
there was blood going everywhere û all over the both of them û all over the
poor dear. But she did a good job û a consummate actress, Leslie. ôCan I have
some meatballs too?ö she said. ôHow many would you like?ö ôWhy only a couple.
IÆm a lady living alone, donÆt you see?ö She battered her eyelids. You would
have sworn she didnÆt even see the fuck there. He was swinging everywhere and
spraying blood onto her fucking face.

æMark reached in and just grabbed em. Reefed the fucking things out of the
kidÆs sack. He stretched the cords out till they broke and frowned as they
snapped back in. The noise! Oh, youÆll have to hear it! I sent the tapes
through. Sent them to your young protÚgÚ there.Æ

æIÆm not his fucking protÚgÚ,Æ Jason said.

The producer ignored him. æAnyway. ôDid you hear something?ö Mark said. ôA
cat?ö the lady replied. A cat! A fucking cat!Æ The producer laughed. æFuck
sheÆs quick. He would have hated that û having some woman there. He would have
fucking hated that!

æôIÆll go on,ö he said. æThe kid could hardly speak. I threw my head back. I
couldnÆt believe it û two in one fucking day. IÆd had an idea. I was never
gonna use it but I thought, why the fuck not? Make Garth happy. We blew his
fucking arse out Garth û shoved a stick of fucking dynamite up there û blew
his whole fucking butt away.

æôIÆllàgoàon.öÆ The producer laughed again. æIÆll go on! Did he think he was
going to win?Æ

æWho knows?Æ Garth said. æHeÆs a strange one.Æ

æHe didnÆt win. He got what was fucking well coming to him. Who did he think
he was?Æ

Garth shrugged. æYou son?Æ

æI cut his feet off. I cut his fucking hands off. We had a Jesus there. Do you
see the fucking irony in that? ôDid this hand offend thee?ö The little shit
nodded. ôWhat about this hand? How about this foot? What about his one?ö And
he played the fucking game!Æ

Garth shook his head.

æôIÆll go on,ö he said afterwards. It was like he gained strength. ôIÆd like
to go on.ö Larry almost cried.

æDid you let him?Æ

æOf course I fucking let him! Do you think IÆm unmerciful? I slid him down a
fucking blade. Made it as quick as I could û but still, we had to seal him up
again. He just wouldnÆt fucking die. He had a split up his fucking middle û
right up to his fucking navel.Æ The producer made a motion with his hand.

æWhat did you do?Æ

æWe tore him apart. Put a bale hook on either side and attached the fucking
catapults. We drew and halved him. He split in fucking three! His fucking head
popped off and hit the stage while his sides went flying. He fucking well
looked at me. A real Marie Antoinette! Let him eat cake! ThatÆs what I say!Æ

æLet him eat it and have it,Æ Jason said.

æWhat?Æ

æLet him eat it and have it, you fucking prick.Æ

æDonÆt speak to me like that, penis-head.Æ

Jason turned away. The guy thought he was funny.

Todd was dead; and the guy was making jokes.

Jason looked out at the landscape, desolate and wasted. He could hear Garth
talking. He was wrapping up the call but Jason paid no attention. The sun was
going down, dipping below the horizon and extinguishing itself at the end of
another day. Darkness fell over the land.

æI think IÆll wander to and fro,Æ Garth said.

æWhat?Æ

æYou asked me what IÆm going to do. I think IÆll wander to and fro upon the
earth.Æ

æThat sounds like you.Æ

æItÆs my job,Æ Garth said.

æYou donÆt have a job, Garth.Æ

æOf course I have a fucking job. Where do you think youÆd be without me? IÆm a
necessary evil. You really should read your bible, Jase.Æ

Jason turned to look at him. He wanted to see GarthÆs face. He wanted to look
at the stupid fuck and see his face; but the lights on the dash were broken
and Garth had become a hollow shadow in the darkness, hunched forward on the
wheel, driving them homeward and into the night.

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The Long Slow Death of my Balls part two

Summary: The second part of this story in which I imagine myself, Slave Julia, recieving my first taste of the ligiture. This is for ferd78fem and Silver Girl. I am sorry but every attempt I have made to contact you has failed.

` I had been warned of my first treatment for some weeks before it hapened. I
therfore awoke to fined that as soon as I remembered what day it was I was
worried. It was bad enugh that my Master had compleatly destroyed my
masculinity without him making me a eunuch too. Why shouldent I be allowed
orgasumes? I had been having them most of my life and the idea that they would
soon stop was not at all appealing. It would mean the end of my sexuality. I
would become sexless. Off course this was precisly why Master was doing it. He
wanted to turn me from a fellow male like himself into a sexless fuck slave
the ultimate punk. Someone who could only partake of sexual activity as a
passive subject. That was his aim. After he had fucked me as he did most
mornings I was inspected. He was dis pleased with my finger nails the varnish
was chiped. He secured me to a floging horse and beat me on the ass three
times with a rattan cane. Three strikes was quite enugh , the pain was
tremendus. He then reproved me verbaly." To day especialy your make up should
be perfect. Today is the day I spey you bitch. So look your best for me. I am
going to enjoy this." After I had apologised to him he led me to a full length
mirror. I was by now in my yousual costume or lack of it. He made me put on
stockings and a suspender belt and one of my best,and tightist, corsets. As a
final touch he placed a large brimed "picture"hat on my head so that my prity
painted face looked as if I was a guest at a socity wedding . He took some
photographs he was realy exited and his big hairy cock was bulging hard in his
leather shorts despite the fact that he had allready fucked me this morning.
He spoke" Man its been a phantasy for so long. Kidnap a Guy, undermine his
masculinity, make him my bitch and kill his balls. Today I am realy going to
do it" He then waghed my balls in a spring balance and measured there size
with a set of callipers. He wrote down the results in an exercise book."I hope
to see some real reductions in size quite soon but not to much I want them to
die slowly." Finaly He cuffed my hands in front of me and placed a posie of
flowers in my hands."Hold thease and look prity whilst your balls die bitch."
He said. `

I was forced to look at my own reflection whilst he tighed a thin leather
thong around the top of my scrotum . It was tighed so tight that I imedatly
lost all sensation in my balls. In the mirror I could see a change in the
colour of my scrotum. At first it was a violent red then it changed to purple
then, after about 10 minutes it took on a blue tinge. When, after 25 minutes,
they began to look very dark he untied them."Thats it Julia. Your first
treatment. Julia what are you doing on the floor?" He laughed. The blood had
gone back into my balls and it realy hurt. I had collapsed. I nelt before him
and looked up at his hairy body and handsome bearded face. He had me take off
his leather shots. He stod in just motorcycle boots and black leather
guntlits. His cock was rock hard and juting out above his hairy crutch and
heavy balls. He turned around and spread his ass cheaks. "Lick me." he
commanded. I stuck my tongue right into his ass hole like the slut I am. This
was the only way I would get to penitrate him. His cock went in my ass hole my
tongue in to his. When he was satisfide with my performance he turned around
and ordered me to suck his cock. My balls were by now suffering sever pins and
neddels as well as a less identifable aching. Their was no doubt about it he
had perminantly damged them just as he had intended. Yet his balls were still
in fine form about to send out the sperm which would fill my mouth and
stomach. The contrast in us. Him in charge. Me under his heal. Him in black
leather. Me in makeup and lace. My balls dieing. His balls about to produce a
spectacular ejaculation and,no doubt, an enjoyable orgasum for him. Just at
that point he shouted"Take it ,Spunk Bag, I`m going to fill your belly." and
he shot sevrel jets of cume deep into my throat. This was what my life had
come to. I was his "Spunk Bag" with my own sexuality sceduled to be erased
just as my masculinity had been. But before that would hapen there would be
many more experences for me and many more tastes of the ligiture.

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The Simon Compendium Updated

Summary: A link to the newly updated "Simon Compendium" based upon characters created by C van D and compiled and Paolo. For fans of Simon, this is a must-have text detailing the adventures of everyone's favorite British boy eunuch!This version contains facts and snippets from "Simon's Christmas" and "Simon's Summertime Adventures."

` **This is a link. You have to click ONE more time to get to the story. Thank
you and try that before you write me.-P.**`

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Amazon Series: Part VIII – The Ball Hunters

He rode me hard.  His huge cock slid in and out of my tight little pussy.  Every move brought a wave of pleasure through my body and a moan through my lips.  He squeezed my breasts hard.  He tried to kiss me again.  But I turned my face.  I couldn’t do it.  I had an orgasm.  My body trembled.  He was about to come too. I could feel his hot rod pulsing and twitching inside me.  I relaxed my pussy’s grip on his cock.  I couldn’t let him come.  Then he screamed.  I was safe.  I saw Tasha kneeling behind him.  She raised her right hand.  She had his balls.

Ball hunters always work in pairs, guarding each other. It is much safer.  We have to be outside Amazonia, beyond the protection of Goddess’s magic power. That’s where the balls are. We have no balls in Amazonia.  We castrated all our males long time ago.  Even today, we castrate every single one of our male animals, sooner or later.  We simply can’t have balls, not those attached to a male anyway.

But we still need the sperm to make baby girls.  That’s the ball hunter’s job.  We bring the balls back to the temple.  The priestess treats them with magic potions and extracts the female sperm.  We do not need a lot.  A pair of balls can get dozens of Amazons pregnant.  But we still need them.  So ball hunters go out and bring them back.  The cocks are useless.  We just keep them as trophies, as our victory and power over the males.  The thought of being fucked by a male, and get untreated sperm straight from his balls, horrifies every Amazon.

We ball hunters are all dare devils.  We have to be.  We are lovers.  We have to be.  We have to trust each other completely.  The hunt is simple:  get a male into an isolated place, start making out with him, down comes the pants, grab his balls.  It is easy because every Amazon is extremely beautiful.  No male can resist us.  Once you get hold of his balls, you can do anything.  You can tease him, or squeeze him. You can have some fun, then, swish, and you cut it off.

We always let them have some final fun before the castration. The pleasure stimulates sperm production. We want more sperm.  But we never let them come a last time.  It is a serious crime to waste so much sperm.  We always cut off the cock too.  That is for bragging.  The bigger the cock, the bigger the balls.  The bigger the balls, the more sperm they have.  Balls must be turned over to the priestess as soon as possible.  And you never see them again. The cocks we preserve and show off to each other.  Ball hunters are a close knit group.

Tasha was the one who came up with the idea.  Instead of just grabbing the cock, one of us would let the prey fuck her.  The other one could grab the balls and cut it off.  I liked it.  I am always more adventurous.  It took me three months to persuade Tasha.

I pushed him off me.  Tasha handed me the knife.  I grabbed the huge cock and cut it off with one swift stroke.  We put the cock and balls in their cases.  Then I leaned over to kiss Tasha.  A successful hunt is very arousing.  The bigger the cock and balls, the more exciting it is.  This set is bigger than any I have ever seen. But she slapped me hard. "You slut. You actually enjoy being raped."  She was instantly contrite.  She held and kissed me.

A successful hunt is extremely arousing.  Later that night, after long hours of passionate lovemaking, Tasha asked me whether I really enjoyed being raped.  "No", I said.  "But the danger excited me like you don’t believe.  I was like jumping off a cliff into the river.  Nobody has ever let a prey fuck her before.  He did not fuck me for that long.  But I had the orgasm instantly.  Your timing was perfect.  He was about to come."   Tasha trembled at the thought.

We pay a high price for that stunt.  Tasha could keep it a secret forever.  Not me.  I am a loud mouth.  Other ball hunters are awed or horrified, or both.  Nobody is surprised when the priestesses come to arrest us.  The High Priestess herself rips the ball hunter’s scarf from our sleeves.  She sentences us to do the dirtiest work in the temple for a year: cleaning out the toilets. We are never allowed to go outside of Amazonia again. The High Priestess makes it a taboo for ball hunters to fuck cocks.

Tasha never bitch.  We relive that hunt again and again, in the woods, on the beach, even in our bed, one of us playing me and the other playing the male.


Two Marines Choose Castration Part Two

Summary: Part Two of Two Marines Choose Castration

Two Marine Men Choose Castration

By Shawn of Texas
Part 2

Shawn waits as Steve spurts his last fertile load of cum into the dust. The
force is so hard that you can hear it splattering in the powdery dust. Soon
Steve has dropped his last load. His proud Marine cock is still hard and
jutting out. Shawn can see a hint of the studs nuts in his sac where he cut
into it down the seam line. Shawn pull the studs nut sack down hard and starts
slicing into the warm tender nut sac skin with his scapel. Suddenely Steve
throws his head back as the cutting sensation over powers the last of his
orgasm. Bucking in his ropes. Shawn never misses a slice as he continues to
cut on the mans scrotum. Steve grunts as the cutter continues cutting his sac.
Slitting the tender nut sac open. In the first step to turning Steve into a
gelding for men to use.

Shawn steps back and surveys Steves slpit sac. Cut neatly down the center
about 2 inches worth. The bent Marines nuts are clearly visible in there home
now. Shawn steps forward and grabs the left side of Steves nut sac popping the
covered testicle out through the cut and into the air. It does not dangle long
as the masculine cutter starts cutting away the tunica from the studs left
testicle. The bent and tied Marine grits his teeth as his unmanning continues.
Suddenly the tunica is cut open enough and the Marine studs testical rolls out
and dangles with a surprising amount of ball cord attached to it.

Shawn feels his orgasm building and quickly strips his pants down and off.
Stepping forward his steel hard Texas cowboy cock zeros in on the bent Marines
ass.Shawns thick cock head eases into Steve. Steve grunts as he is mounted
once again by a superior man. MAN oh MAN you have a hot ass. Shawn quickly
bottoms out in Steve and thrusts hard into him. Shawn shakes as be breeds
Steves Marine ass once again.Shawn can feel a curious wet feeling on his
muscled up legs. He looks down and Steves left nut is flopping around hitting
Shawn legs. Shawn almost passes out from his orgasm. He reaches under the tied
down stud and feels the Marine cock up hard and ready again. HMM wonder if you
are hard from my cock or the knife on your nuts? Steve says both Sir.

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Why penis transplants are a bad thing

Summary: Not a story, but an actual event plus my take on it. Feel free to vilify me, but perhaps I shall write a real story some time.

**_From the Manchester Guardian - Monday, September 18, 2006_

Tale of the first penis transplant

A Chinese man who had lost his penis in an accident earlier this year received
a transplanted member from a brain-dead man. The operation, performed at
Guangzhou General Hospital, was reportedly a success, but the man suffered
emotional trauma and after just two weeks insisted that the penis be removed.
After 10 days, tests revealed the organ had a rich blood supply and the man
was able to urinate normally.

Doctors have previously succeeded in reuniting men with their sexual organs
after traumatic accidents or attacks, but the Guangzhou operation is the first
in which a donor penis has successfully been attached to another man.

"Because of a severe psychological problem of the recipient and his wife, the
transplanted penis regretfully had to be cut off," Dr Hu said. An examination
of the organ showed no signs of it being rejected by the body.

I do not know where to even begin with this one but I suppose I'll start here:
Just how the fuck do you _'accidentally'_ lose your penis, anyway? Chopping up
some bok choy while naked, perhaps? Maybe he wandered downstairs, looking for
his pants, and ran into his very hungry Great Dane. Perhaps he and Mrs Wang
were playing a new version of tug-of-war and he lost, in a big way.

My cock is sacred, and because of that I don't put it in harms way. You only
get one the fuckers, literally, and you have to be careful with it. You don't
fry bacon with it hanging out, you don't attach your German Shepherd's leash
to it and you sure as fuck don't stick it in Courtney Love. I try to keep mine
well-oiled, as often as possible.

And what kind of 'emotional trauma' would make you cut it off a _second_ time
(maybe it was a Japanese subcompact)? And just what was the 'severe
psychological problem'? Was Mr. Wang angry with Mrs. Wang because she was, in
reality, being unfaithful with every blowjob? Quite the pickle.

But all of this is really beside the point. The problem is the supply.

Think about it. When you're talking breast implants, you're talking about a
manufactured item - something that rolled off an assembly line somewhere. But
you can't make a penis (not literally). The cock has to come from someone,
from a donor. I would like to see how this might be set up. Will there be a
ready supply of shrink-wrapped johnsons at the hospital to choose from, or
will the dissatisfied wife just take her shopping basket to 'Cocks 'r' Us'?
Remember, the advent of silicone made it possible for a new generation of
American males to become size queens. How will women respond when "just right"
is only an 'oopsy-daisy' away?

And what happens when the supply of dead peckers dries up? It'll happen, you
know it will. Trust me, the number of "accidents" that will befall the poor,
inadequate cocks of this world will skyrocket, and from where will the big
dicks come? Well, if we're willing to invade the Middle East for Big Oil, I'm
willing to bet that we'll go on safari in Africa for Big Black Cocks in a
fucking heartbeat. And what happens at home? Will women jealously guard the
secret of their husband's, um, attributes? "Oh, no, Lacey, Jeb is really
small, hardly worth bothering with." Will Ron Jeremy and Tommy Lee live in sac
shrinking fear of any woman with a purse large enough to conceal a pair of
scissors?

It's an ugly future we're looking at, where no penis is safe. I used to
fantasize about getting a blowjob in my car from some smokin' hot babe outside
a bar. But now I just see that same chick running down the street with my cock
held out before her like the Olympic torch. Be afraid, be very afraid.

Big_Kahuna_69@yahoo.com**

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    Andria's Eunuch Slave
    by Ian Clifford

    Mistress Andria of New York City is an incredibly gorgeous Woman.
    She is 27 years old, stands 5' 8" and has blonde hair. Although
    innocent and sweet looking, She is one formidable Domina and enjoys
    inflicting the extremes of pain and sadism.

    Bob Holford of New Jersey viewed Her webpage at
    www.mistressandria.com. He was mesmerized by Her beauty and
    attracted to this Enchantress. He E-Mailed Her:

    To: Mistress Andria
    From: Bob Holford
    Subject: Greetings

    Divine Mistress Andria;
    Today I viewed Your webpage at www.mistressandria.com You are a
    Woman, gorgeous beyond belief  and I feel captivated by Your beauty.
    For over ten years, I have been fixated with the idea of
    surrendering to a Dominant Woman to be surgically castrated for Her
    amusement as well as for my own good.
    Despite my fantasy, I am terrified by the reality of castration and
    have procrastinated making the commitment to have it done. I now
    realize that I want to give my balls for You. It would be a great
    honour to offer my unworthy balls to such a Gorgeous Woman.
    Please accept my balls in tribute to Your beauty and superiority. I
    would be willing to meet with You at Your earliest convenience to
    get this over with.
    I also wish to become Your full time eunuch slave for life. If You
    have a position in Your household, I would be happy to serve You in
    any manner whatsoever.
    You live in my dreams, Mistress.
    Your slave, bob

    Mistress Andria received his E-Mail but due to prior commitments
    took over a week to reply.

    To: slave bob
    From: Mistress Andria
    Subject: your appeal
    slave bob;
    I have received your appeal to be rid of your balls. I do not
    discuss castration with slaves until they have been screened. I will
    get My screening agent to contact you. The charge for screening is $
    500.00 payable to them. I will contact you again once the screening
    has been satisfactorily completed. This should take about a month.
    Regarding your appeal for a full time slave position, I currently
    have a Personal slave and household slave for My Temple. I am,
    however looking for a slave to serve as Women's Toilet for the
    Temple. We can discuss the details when I contact you again.
    Dominantly,
    Mistress Andria.

    bob was thrilled at Her reply. he awaited instructions from the
    screening agent. After they had received payment, they sent him
    questionnaires to fill out and eventually, he appeared for an
    interview in New York City.

    Upon returning to New Jersey, he opened an E-Mail from Mistress
    Andria:

    To: slave bob
    From: Mistress Andria
    Subject: Screening

    slave bob;
    I have received the results of your screening. The results show that
    you are very eager to be rid of your balls and to live a life of
    servitude. you are committed and sincere.  I still have the Woman's
    toilet position available. You will appear at My Temple two weeks
    from Saturday. The address is as given you by my screening agent. If
    you wish to accept the Woman's toilet position, I will have a place
    in My Temple for you. you will have no further need of your assets.
    Dispose of all and bring the proceeds when you come as tribute. you
    will be part of My household and your basic needs will be met.
    I expect to see you a week from Saturday.
    Dominantly, Mistress Andria.

    Bob hurriedly disposed of his assets and two weeks later made the
    trip to NYC. He arrived at Mistress Andria's Temple and was greeted
    by a young Woman at the door.

    " I am Mistress Janet, Mistress Andria's associate. you will follow
    Me.:
    Bob followed  Mistress Janet into the Temple. Once inside the door
    she told him to remove all of his clothing as it is not permitted by
    slaves in the temple. They then proceeded to the drawing room where
    Mistress Andria awaited his arrival.  He fell to his knees before
    Her beauty and magnificence.

    " I am privileged to be in Your presence, Mistress Andria. I have
    brought the proceeds of disposition with me and offer it as tribute
    to Your beauty and superiority. "

    " Hello slave bob are you ready to become My property for life and
    to serve Me in any manner I may see fit. "

    " Yes, Mistress Andria, I am Yours for life and my humble life is
    dedicated to serving You and pleasing You. "

    " Excellent, slave bob. My Personal slave has the weekend off and it
    will be your privilege to serve as My Personal slave for the
    weekend. Let's see your tribute to Me."

    Mistress Janet collected the tribute and passed it to Mistress
    Andria.

    " I see a cashier's cheque for One Hundred Twenty Two Thousand
    Dollars. "

    That is correct, Mistress. It's the proceeds of sale of my home and
    car as well as all other assets. "

    " Mistress Janet will show you to your slave quarters and I will
    summon you in one hour. "

    Mistress Janet escorted him to his slave quarters in The Temple. It
    was a small room with a cot, no door  and shelf with mirror.

    " The slave washroom facilities and shower are down the hall. Your
    toothbrush and shaving equipment are on the shelf.  Mistress expects
    complete cleanliness of Her slaves. Do you understand? "

    " Yes, Mistress Janet. "

    " Now, you will clean up and be ready to be taken to Mistress
    Andria's chambers in one hour. "

    Mistress Janet left his room. Bob got the shaving equipment and
    toothbrush and proceeded to the slave washroom.

    Even although he was shaved and had his teeth brushed, he shaved and
    brushed again. He then showered and dried off and went to his room
    to await the summoning.

    Later, Mistress Janet appeared at his room.

    " You will follow Me to Mistress Andria's boudoir. "

    bob followed Mistress Janet. They entered a magnificent bedroom. The
    furnishings were the finest that money could buy. Mistress Andria
    was clothed in a nightgown.

    " Hello, slave bob. Tonight you will have the opportunity to serve
    Me. Have you ever really pleased a Woman before? "

    " I have some experience. "

    " What would you do to serve Me first. "

    " Mistress, I would love to worship your gorgeous hips and bottom. "

    " An ass kisser. Excellent. "

    She stood up, threw off  the nightgown and turned away from him. He
    got an immediate erection at the sight of Her shapely behind. He
    fell to his knees behind Her and pressed his lips to Her Womanly
    behind. He kissed her hips and bottom all over, thoroughly enjoying
    the experience. He then licked Her hips and bottom all over. The
    butt worship took slightly more than an hour. He then kissed and
    licked up and down the backs of Her legs. Then he asked Her to bend
    over at the waist. When she did, he stuffed his face into the crack
    of Her butt and lapped Her pussy from behind. Her soft moans
    betrayed Her appreciation of his efforts.

    He then asked her to lie down on the bed. He proceeded to tongue
    bathe Her gorgeous body giving Her a head to toe tonguebath covering
    every square inch of flesh with the exception of her sweet pussy and
    crack of Her butt.

    He asked Her to spread her legs and bring Her knees up.

    " I want my unworthy mouth on Your crotch, Mistress. I will lap Your
    sweet pussy until You tell me to stop ."

    " Get your mouth on My crotch, slave and I'll tell you when I've had
    enough. "

    he placed his mouth on Her sweet crotch and began his licking. he
    concentrated on Her clitoris. Being multi-orgasmic, Mistress Andria
    came many times. After two hours, she grabbed him by the ears,
    pushed him away and said,

    " think you deserve a break."

    " You have a wonderful, tasty pussy, Mistress. I could lick and suck
    Your pussy forever. "

    " That's nice, slave bob, but we both should take a break every
    couple of hours. "

    Five minutes later she told him to resume which he did. After eight
    hours with his mouth on Her crotch, she pushed him away from Her
    crotch and said,

    " That's enough for now, slave. So what's next. "

    Bob lay on the floor face up. He invited Mistress Andria to sit on
    his face and to ride and smother to Her heart's content.

    She sat on his upturned face with his nose between Her asscheeks and
    his mouth on Her pussy. He resumed lapping Her pussy while She
    smothered him. After a while, he felt as if his lungs were about to
    explode. He thought she may smother him to death but just then she
    lifted Her hips off his face.

    " I'm going to teach you to breathe out of your ears and one day I
    just might smother you to death. How'd you like being under My ass?
    "

    " it's a great honour, Mistress and I would love to die beneath Your
    gorgeous hips and bottom. "

    She sat down again and began riding his face; bouncing up and down
    and piledriving the back of his head into the floor and forcing his
    face deep into the crack of Her butt. Between riding and smothering,
    She spent over four hours on his upturned face. She got off his face
    and stood up.

    " What's next, slave? "

    " If you would lie down on your belly Mistress, I would love to lick
    up and down the crack of Your butt and I would love to stick my
    tongue up Your sweet ass. "

    When she lay face down on the bed, he spread her asscheeks and
    licked up and down the crack of Her butt. He then concentrated on
    Her sweet anus and lathered it up really good with his tongue. When
    it was really juicy, he proceeded to shove his tongue up her sweet
    ass.  With his tongue deep in Her bowels and his mouth against her
    anus, She tightened her sphincter muscle so escape was impossible.
    He wiggled his tongue around inside of Her and She moaned in
    appreciation. After about an hour of this, She released his tongue.
    He withdrew slowly but he forced his tongue back into her anus;
    tonguefucking her sweet anus.

    Finally, She'd had enough and said to bob,

    " That's enough for now, slave. We both should get some sleep.
    Tomorrow, I will neuter you like a dog. Those filthy erections will
    cease soon after. "

    " It's been a pleasure serving You, Mistress and I look forward to
    offering You my balls tomorrow. "

    " I have summoned Mistress Janet to escort you to your room. You are
    an excellent pleasure slave and I may have you to serve as My
    pleasure slave someday. But after you are neutered tomorrow, you
    will start duties as the Woman's toilet for the household. "

    Mistress Janet appeared and escorted bob to his slave quarters. He
    slept soundly until the next morning when Mistress Janet awoke him
    for breakfast
    he went with Mistress Janet to the slave eating area. He was given a
    bowl of nourishing gruel and a cup of water. This was the standard
    slave meal. It had all the proper nutrients but lacked any flavour.
    Much like dog food, the emphasis is on nourishment.

    Mistress Janet then escorted him to the Dungeon.

    " Mistress Andria is going to give you a final Cock and Ball Torture
    session before you lose those balls. Immediately after, She'll take
    Your unworthy tribute and tomorrow morning, you'll start your duties
    as Women's Toilet. Now let's get you prepared. "

    Mistress Janet escorted him to a table three foot by eight foot. He
    sat at the three foot end, lay back on the table. Mistress Janet
    stretched his arms upward and fastened his wrists into manacles. She
    then fastened his ankles to the ends of a spreader bar and hoisted
    it to the ceiling. She tightened a belt, securing the front of his
    waist to the table. He was lying on his back, his spread legs lifted
    at ninety degrees and ready for treatment. Mistress Janet taped his
    now erect penis to his abdomen and using a Band Castrator, stretched
    a band and released at the neck of his scrotal sac, close to his
    body. She placed another band by the first one and taking two
    sterile needles, pushed them through his scrotal sac next to the
    bands to prevent band slippage.

    Mistress Andria entered the Dungeon. She noted that slave bob was
    properly restrained and awaiting treatment. She took a rattan cane
    three foot in length by three eights of an inch in diameter and
    stood before his spread legs.

    " I'm going to give you a ball beating you'll remember for the rest
    of your life. "

    She raised the cane and brought it down hard on his unprotected
    genitals. It landed squarely on his scrotum and he screamed. She
    delivered two hundred cuts of the cane to his genitals and inner
    thighs. His genitals and surrounding area were well bloodied and cut
    to ribbons and his screams filled the air. She then took a cattle
    prod, pressed the button and touched it to his bloodied balls. His
    screams intensified. She continued to shock his balls until he
    passed out from the pain. Mistress Janet used smelling salts to
    bring him back to consciousness.

    " I want you awake when I cut your nasty balls off. My, you really
    have a large pair of balls. It will be lovely to add these to My
    collection. "

    Mistress Janet held his balls using both hands. Mistress Andria,
    using a serrated paring knife cut though at the neck of his scrotal
    sac freeing his sac and balls into Mistress Janet's hands. Mistress
    Janet disposed of the bloody mess into a jar. He screamed throughout
    the procedure, not so much from the castration but more from the
    genitorture.

    " Your balls will be encased in an acrylic cube and will be on
    display in My Trophy Room in about three days. Your scrotal sac will
    be tanned and used to make an item of  clothing for Me. Now it's
    time to cauterize your wound.  "

    She took a red hot poker from a bed of coals and touched it to his
    genital area where his balls were attached. He screamed in agony
    while she cauterized the wound. She then took a hot branding iron
    and branded his flank marking his hide permanently. His screams
    echoed off the walls.

    " Over a period of time those nasty erections will end. your penis
    will atrophy and appear much like your pinky finger. you will also
    gain some weight and some fat. These are what an eunuch must face.
    Expect some hot flashes too.

    Mistress Janet will now escort you to your cell. Tonight she will
    introduce you to the toilet box. You will be in the toilet box from
    8 AM to 11 PM each day and be on call for nightly use. There are
    three Females in the Temple at any given time but when I hold
    parties there may be over one hundred Females. Since you are getting
    nourishment from us, you will no longer have meals other than at the
    toilet

    " Later this week I will show you My Trophy Room and your balls
    should be on permanent display by then. "

    Author's Note

    If you want to be rid of your balls, contact Mistress Andria. She is
    a real Female Dominant and Her E-Mail and webpage in this story are
    real. Expect to be screened prior to meeting. If you want advice on
    how to approach a Dominant Female, contact the author.

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Appointment (straight, penectomy)

Appointment

He pulled his car over to the side of the dark road and turned it off. Getting
out, he

looked at his watch. 1:30 exactly- good. He leaned up against his car and
pulled down

his pants. His genitals popped free of his clothing and he began to stroke
himself. He

noticed a flicker of movement ahead of him, and there she was, walking towards
him

with that sensous sway of her hips. Her breasts bounced invitingly with every
step.

He began to pump harder as she approached. Soon she was almost upon him. She
opened

her mouth.

"Are you ready for your penectomy?" She asked with a sexy twist. His penis
jumped

at the word.

"Oh, yes. Oh God yes," He moaned, shoving his protruding cock at her. She
reached

out and took it. She ran her fingers up and down my shaft, driving him nuts.

"Oh, shit. Hurry up dammit, chop it off!" he knew if she waited much longer he

would explode all over her and it would be pointless. She slid her fingers
down his

meat to where it connected into him. She pushed back the flesh at the base of
his

penis as far as she could, trying to expose as much of his shaft as possible.

"We'll have to cut it off way down here, so there's no little stump left for
you to

play with." He was gasping with the effort of resisting the urge to cum. Her
light

fingers on his penis felt so good as she tied it off at the very base. He felt
the blood

flow being restricted and his penis began to swell. He was sure it would
explode. She

leaned towards him and whispered in a voice heavy with lust.

"Would you like to fuck me one last time before your penectomy?"

"Yes, please yes." he moaned. His penis was stiffer than it had ever been
before, and

he could almost feel the warm walls of her vagina encompassing it. She
unzipped her

tight jeans and began to remove them. There, at the junction of her thighs was
the

treasure trove. He felt an overwhelming urge to thrust himself into her. Her
soft

breasts bounced under her tight sweatshirt as she spread her legs and went up
on

tiptoes to take him into her.

"Too bad." she said with a wicked grin. She took his swollen member in her
hands

and produced a knife from her back pocket. She slid his shaft out of his body
as far as

it would go, placed the knife up against it's deepest base, and cut it off.
His penis was

gone.


Conditioned

When he opened the door, the odor hit him right away.  That was
only because it wasn’t the type of odor he’d expected.  It wasn’t
like there was a lot of thought or that he’d even been expecting
any type of smell at all.  But, it was there.  It smelled
ifferent.  He couldn’t describe the odor.  It had been there, very
strongly, but not for very long.  The odor was gone, and that was
just as puzzling as it having been there in the first place.

The door closed, and everything was normal.  Everything was as it
should be.  He was hopping about on one foot as he was pulling his
shoe from the other.  There wasn’t much care in where the shoes
landed.  The socks were tossed aside with just as much abandon.
The shirt he pulled quickly over his head not really caring that
his hair had become tousled, but he did take a quick second to
smooth it back down with his hands, from habit.  While in motion,
he unbuttoned the blue jeans and managed to remove them and his
boxers without breaking his stride.  As they hit the floor, the
boxers remained crunched up in the jeans.

It wasn’t a race nor an overwhelming urgency toward a goal.  He
didn’t have a lot of other stuff to do or an appointment for which
he was late.  He was here for a reason. But, just as when he was a
child, with his mother there to pick up after him, his clothes
were attended.  They found themselves folded and neatly stowed.  It
was methodical. There was a proper way for them to be placed,
almost catalogued.  He would need them again.  There weren’t many
who could just toss things aside like clothes and not require
their use again.  He certainly would need them.

The job paid well, and it was fun.  There were different faces
every day, hundreds of people to meet.  At 20, there was plenty of
time to continue college later.  Money had been needed.  It was
more like “things” were wanted, and money was necessary for the
acquisition of those “things.”  He wasn’t material, nor greedy, nor
selfish.  His priorities were just different from what others may
feel they should be at this time of his life.

Now, it was time to wait.  Waiting wasn’t a problem, it was just
time for it.  “Hey, Matt.”  That was his name.  He responded with a
smile and a handshake.  Jerry had spoken to him.  At 20, also, he
was a coworker.  The two had experienced a lot of fun, at and away
from work.  They didn’t have housing assignments together like they
felt would have been nice after they’d met.  They’d been assigned
to watch over the same ride.  That was their job, watching over the
rides.

The wait was over.  A person was stepping out of his way and this
brought an end to his wait.  There was a pinch.  It had been nice
that he’d been forewarned, but it hadn’t been anything to worry
over.  Had he not been warned, it would not have mattered.

The feelings as he ejaculated were the same as all the other times
he’d ejaculated.  The feeling may have only been different due to
nothing touching his penis before or at the time he ejaculated.  He
felt his orgasm.  His body spasmed as normal.  An orgasm causes
that to happen.  His erection bobbed as the muscles contracted to
expel the semen his body had created.

It had been caught, the semen had.  But, that had been easy to
foretell.  It wasn’t a round bucket, but an oblong trough.  There
wasn’t a need for depth, only length.  The distance ejaculate can
travel is variable, not only between men, but even the same man.
The mechanics were obvious.  He, like the other before and the ones
after, had straddled the trough.  Width was the second most
important, length, width, then depth.

Bending of the knees had been instructed, though obvious to see the
necessity.  Of course, the distance of the bend depended on the
height of the waist.  The testicles needed firm placement into the
tube.  The tube had been designed stationery.  Extreme differences
in height were accommodated by differences in “conditioners.”
Possibly a design flaw, for one size fits all may have kept things
better budgeted.  Nonetheless, there was basically an adult size
and a child’s size, and both were in frequent use simultaneously.

The tube extended upward at the start of the trough.  The trough
extended outward from the tube.  Two attendants stood on either
side.  They were there to steady the one being “conditioned.”  The
testicles went into the extended tube, the pinch sensation, then the
ejaculation sensation with orgasm.  Finished.  The one behind’s
wait was over.

As he turned to exit, he eyed a set of testicles and a scrotum
sliding down a clear tube at the start of a long trough.  Then,
into the clothing as haphazardly as their removal, he returned to
his job fully “conditioned.”  Maybe, he’d stay at this job, he
considered.

“Hey, Jeff.  Go over to Building B.  Matt will watch your ride,”
the supervisor instructed on his way past.

“Which one is Building B,” it was inquired of Matt.  “I only began
a week prior.”

“I just came from there.”

“A Nice Place For Employees And Customers” stated the sign above
the door.  “Men In This Way” with an arrow.  As he opened the door,
an odor hit him right away.


Sperm Factory 2

` Jacob now lye there totally enjoying the machines ryhthmic movements and the
ring around his balls was adding even more to his pleasure.He could feel his
cum starting to travel from his balls and up his sleek shaft.Then he exploded
into the tube and saw his cum travel down the clear pipe into the jar. `

To his surprise the machine just carried on,he thought it would cut out and
let him rest for a while,but he thought what the heck he could handle
another.His cock hadn't gone soft like normal after a wank but stayed rock
hard.The tube seemed to ride his dick harder now and the ring vibrated even
stronger.The feeling in his dick began again to cause him pleasure again not
discomfort.He could see his dick pointing straight up in the air and noticed
how red it was looking.He began to feel his cum building again and as if
sensing it the tube worked him harder and the ring throbbed stronger.He shot
his next load into the jar.

Jacob thought that must be it now but he was wrong,the machine kept going.He
wanted to cry out to stop for a rest but he just couldn't make any
movement.Then suddenly he got an electric shock in his balls followed closely
by another.It was only mild but it excited him.These shocks carried on and his
cum started in his balls again.Jacob shot his load again but he noticed it
wasn't very much this time.

This carried on time after time till Jacob wanted to scream but couldn't.The
ring on his balls was giving him stronger and stronger shocks to stimulate him
and his balls were getting hotter and hotter.His dick now looked vivid red ad
he could tell it woould be sore.

After more ejaculations the doctor returned and told Jacob he was doing really
well but he wasn't sending anything to the jar,he was cumming dry.So he would
increase the intensity of the machine.The shock that passed thru Jacobs balls
suddenly made him cum again.

The heat in his balls was now intense and Jacob could smell burning flesh but
the machine just carried on.

To be continued

* * *


And we cut him

Summary: wife and other couple castrate husband!

` After a year of constant writeing and affairs with other couple who they had
met on the net, and after sharron had gotten pregnate by sonny who was
barbra's husband as carl was sterile and they so wanted to have a child. now
that sonny had done his job it was time to cut sonnys nuts off!! as carls cock
was much bigger and nicer then sonny's and carls output of cum was near twice
sonny's sonny agreed to let carl do all the big time fucking for the two women
and give sonny testosterone when they wanted him to join in the fucking!! well
the big evening came they tied sonny down to the table. and everyone got
nude!! barbra shaved her husbands sack and used an anti-septic to clean the
area well! then gave him a shot of pain killer! then a zilicaine wipe down on
his sack to numb it. then carl made two incissions one on each side of sonny's
nut sack. sharron pushed his nuts out of there sack to hang outside the bag by
there cords. then barbra tied a suture around each nut cord and tied it tight.
then as sonnys nuts began to swell and die!! carl and barbra started fucking!!
as she felt carls big cock enter her pussy!! and felt carls bigs nuts slamming
into her ass!! she looked over to see sharron playing with sonny's dieing
balls! turning color now! as she had her first earth moving climax!!!! then as
the tempo built and carl was about to cum!! barbra started cumming!! sharron
ribbing her clit began to have her orgasm!! and just as everyone came and carl
was shooting his hot load into sonny's wife!! sharron took a pair of scissors
and snipped of sonny's nuts!! sonny ejaculated his last sperm filled load onto
his chest!! they put sonnys dead balls into a small jar with alcohol to
preserve them for all time!!! so both women fucked carl several more times
before putting the fake balls into sonnys sack then sutureing him up. so now
and then they let sonny fuck with them but mostly the only stud in this barn
was carl.

* * *

`

Deeply nested clauses (6) in one sentence


My Man Bitch

Summary: Being  rather dominant and with my wife's permission I decided to seek a willing man to make my personal bitch. A man bitch I could nut and truly have him be my bitch, one that could serve not only me but service my wife orally also. That may have happened.

` Dom’s Bitch

I met him at the bar on First Avenue. My name is
Dominick and his name is Nevada and being in his
mid forties now he surely is old enough to know what
he wants. We had a few drinks at the bar and I could
tell he was looking for something. It was getting along in
the evening and as I glanced at the clock above the
bar it said 1:15 am. I rubbed my cock under my pants
as I had done several time so he could see me and my
dick was hard under my dress slacks and noticeable to
my new acquaintance Nevada.

I leaned over and whispered to Nevada. Want to go
some where? I need my dick sucked. He didn’t hesitate
and said yes. We walked out to the street and no one
could hear us and I said; I need a bitch to suck my dick.
You want to be my bitch? He quietly replied, yes. I knew
right then I had him under my control. He was agreeable
and he was ready to go.

I took him to a cheap hotel room I had already paid for
in cash to the night manager, no sign in or out, just
room rent for a few hours. No identification, no nothing.
That is the way I like it.

When we entered the room I locked the door and
smiled at Nevada, he smiled back. I unzipped my
pants and pulled out my dick still standing inside
the door. Suck it I said. He went to his knees and
started sucking my cock and in a matter of one
minute I was full rock hard and horny. I reached
down and took hold of his ears and face fucked
him. He gobbled my dick like he was starved for
dick. I held his head and shoved my dick all the
way into his throat holding him, his face turned
red, I released him and he was gasping for air.

You are a good cock sucker I told him. Where
did you learn to swallow dick like that? He
mumbled as he eagerly sucked on my big dick.

I made him lay on the bed naked and I tied his hands
and feet to the bed. I went to the bathroom and soaped
up a large dildo I had and forced that up his ass. He
was resisting and practically begging me to stop.
I got half that big dildo up his ass and just left it
there. Then I got on top of him and stuck my dick in
his mouth and fucked his face making him swallow
all of my cum.

I opened the dresser drawer and took out my burdizzo.
I took one of his nuts and pulled it hard as I could and
got the burdizzo positioned in the right place and clamped
it shut and held it for a couple minutes as he whined and
squirmed. I clamped him three times on each side severing
his testicle cords and mashing them together.

His nut sack swelled up but no bleeding occurred.

I untied him and left him in the hotel room to get some
rest. He needed it. I went to my apartment.

I have his name and phone number and will check
on him in a couple weeks. I just might make him my
permanent bitch.

* * *

`


The biter.

When I saw the man at the bar I knew he would be the one for the night. He
looked so easy. He had no wedding ring, so I dived for him. It was Friday
nights. I wore a very tight fitting top, so he went for me instantly. I gave
him a fake name of course, Tina Wright. I also told him I ran a sexy video
site. Well, he did ask what I did. This drew him closer.

We ended up at his place. He was drunk, and had no idea about what would
happen to him. I stripped him and lay him on the bed, and we had sex. He was a
terrible shagger. He had large balls and a small cock.

I teased him a bit moving around quickly, at some points he shouted that it
hurt, and to stop doing it. I reminded him I was a pro, and it would feel
better in a minute. Then I swayed left, we broke apart for a few seconds, and
he swore and we started again. I carried on getting more and more violent till
I finally suggested giving him a blowjob, then I asked if we could tape it for
my website. He agreed and I started filming with my camera.

I massaged it first. He had an erection and I started to lick it. Then I put
the entire thing, balls and all, into my mouth. He giggled as I sucked. Then I
bit down. He screamed and told me to stop. I bit down again, harder and
harder, till I felt it sever. The blood trickled into the sheets and the guy
fainted. Then I cut up the penis, so it couldn't be reattached. I stopped
filming, rewound it and watched. Then I set the clock ahead an hour and went
around the house and wiped my fingerprints off the surfaces, the door handles.
Even though I'm not on file, if they do catch me, they'll still be able to
link me to my prints.

After doing so, I left a pair of knickers, two sizes too big by the bed. I'd
got them from some whore, from a nightclub, she didn't ask why. I gave her a
tenner and she gave me them. I had another dozen pairs of slutty pants at home
for this. Then I wrote a message in the mirror. That said: Thanks for a lovely
time. XXX. I wrote it in a completely different handwriting and in a color I
would never wear. Then I got in my car and drove off. It was almost midnight.
I knew I wasn't seen by anyone, I'd checked. I'd even put a blond wig on, and
changed my clothes in the toilets there, so I looked like a prostitute. I
dropped the lipstick, wig and clothes in the river, about two miles from his
house. I wore different shoes than I normally wear, sneakers. I went back to
the car, changed my shoes again, then walked in a different pattern, then went
back to the car. By the time I got home, it was early morning.

My sister, had already given me an alibi. She approved of what I did, so
instead, we were at her house, with two friends. The friends approved too, as
long as they saw the video. I would watch it once put it in the blender, then
drop it in the lake. Al evidence destroyed.

And now that guy's gonna be walking round without a penis for the rest of his
life. That proves my point. You don't sleep with someone, you just met.

* * *


If Thy Hand Offend Thee

Summary: A young man who wants to become a priest finds that his preoccupation with the lures of the flesh hinder his ambition until he takes drastic measures to cure his desires.

` If Thy Hand Offend Thee `

by Allen Baker

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Sean O'Brien had hurried to the
confessional at Saint Joseph's that Friday afternoon and nearly slammed the
door behind him in his haste. The eighteen-year-old boy knelt in the darkness,
eager to purge himself of his week's transgressions.

"How long since your last confession, my son?"

"One week."

"Confess your sin, my son."

"The priesthood, Father. To be a priest like yourself. That is my only goal.
I've always wanted to be a priest. It's my passion."

"This is a holy pursuit. Where is the sin in this, my son?"

"But I'm not pure. Not pure enough. Each day, I vow to keep myself pure, but
fail. Many times a day I have impure thoughts."

"Priests are human, my son. Humans have impure thoughts. Try to resist them,
replace them with holy thoughts. God is merciful and will help."

"That's just it, Father. I try. But all too often I give in to them."

"Give in?"

"I jack . . . um, I masturbate."

"I see."

"Often."

"Umh?"

"At least six or eight times a day. I try not to. Even when I start, I try to
stop. But it just feels too good. When I wrap my hand onto . . . "

"I don't need to hear the details, my son."

"Sorry, Father. At any rate, I fail and sin many times every day. I want to
change, to be good, Father. Please, tell me how."

"My son, God has made you a human with human urges. This is natural. But to
your credit, you aspire to rise above these base desires and to serve Him in
holy priesthood. Trust in God and pray. Now, as to your penance, . . . "

* * * * *

The middle of the next week, the priest again heard Sean's voice in from the
other side of the confessional booth. It shook with emotion and was near to
being overshadowed by tears.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Pleasuring myself was a bad enough sin,
but now it is obvious that I don't truly love God enough. That I don't trust
Him enough, pray enough, to have Him take this burden from me. I read the
Bible and pray. But nothing helps. In the middle of the night, I wake up with
my hand already stroking my hard . . . Sorry, Father. Anyway, I found the
verse in Mark 9 that states, ‘If thy hand offend thee, cast it off.' So I
decided to tie my hands to the headboard at night so they wouldn't betray me.
But it isn't my hand that's the culprit. It's just an accomplice. A means to
an end. But my body just finds other means. The last two nights, I've awakened
to find my hips grinding my crotch into the mattress, just as I create a
sticky mess in my pajamas. So, you see, Father, even my hips aren't to blame.
It's my, well, crotch, that's the source of all my shame. Even now, as I sit
here in the darkness, talking about my evil ways, my crotch remembers the
pleasure it feels at those times and is lengthening and crying out to be
stroked. Even without touching my cock, I'm about to explode in my drawers.
Oh, Father, what am I to do?"

"My son, you are too hard on yourself. Yes, you are a victim or your hormones,
just like every other young man throughout history. But time is on your side.
These adolescent years are the most tumultuous. Ride them out and remain
faithful. If it is God's will for you to enter His priesthood, He will wait
for you. Don't despair. Just continue being faithful, and God will show you a
way to overcome this preoccupation with sex. Continue to study his Holy Word,
and God will speak to you. He will show you the way."

* * * * *

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been weeks since my last
confession, but I have been incapacitated and only this hour have regained the
strength to venture from my bed."

"Then I am glad you made God's house your priority. Confess your sins."

"Though it has been long, they have been few. Father, you are wise. You
advised me to read the scriptures and allow for His holy guidance. You were
right. I have studied and prayed, and He has answered my prayers. He revealed
the true meaning of His Word. I have followed the Bible's instructions and am
now at peace."

"Bless you, my son. Please share with me which new verse of God's teaching has
eased your troubled spirit."

"No new verse, Father. Only a revelation of the meaning of the one I had
previously misinterpreted. ‘If thy hand offend thee, cut it off.' All along
God was showing me the way, but I had been too thick headed to understand."

"Yes?"

"As I said before, it really was not my hand that offended. Oh, Father, late
one night two weeks ago, I again gave in to temptation and pleasured myself.
Immediately after I climaxed, great remorse overcame me, and I fell into near
hysterical weeping. I sobbed into my pillow and begged for God's help.

"Suddenly, I understood that verse. It was my balls that offended. They
produced the desire, the need to jack off. Immediately I was calm. At last, I
knew what to do with my problem. I collected what I needed and locked myself
in the bathroom.

"First, I used some heavy cord to tie my balls very tightly just below my
penis. Then I braced myself for the pain, knowing that sacrificing for God
would not prevent suffering. Then I used dad's razorblade utility knife to
separate those offending orbs from my body forever. The pain was excruciating,
but I was giddy with relief. At last, I was free from corruption of the flesh!

"I used the needle and thread from mom's sewing kit to close up the opening.
Then I bandaged myself so that I wouldn't soak into the bed sheets. Before I
left the bathroom, I dropped those offending nuts into the commode and flushed
them out of my life forever."

The priest groaned at the enormity of the boys actions. "Oh, my poor boy. I
fear you have been misled by your interpretation of those words."

"Oh, I know, Father. You can't imagine my dismay the next day when I woke with
my usual morning erection. I cried in despair. But that didn't stop me from
beating off, . . . er masturbating. There was blood in my cum when I climaxed,
but it still felt wonderful and I was miserable.

"Anyway, all day I kept having my usual erections, my all-too-human urges. I
kept telling myself that maybe my body was just needing time to adjust. But
when I was still having erections three days later, I knew I had been wrong
about the Bible verse. At least partly.

"That night I again went to the bathroom after everyone else in the house had
gone to sleep. This time, I knew I was right in what God expected. I sat on
the commode and stoutly tied off my cock with the cord. I watched it turn red
then purple, as I sat on the commode waiting for some amount of numbness to
set in. Finally, I could wait no more. I quickly severed it with the utility
knife, letting it drop into the water below me. Then I sewed up the wound. But
this time, I bled more and needed to keep replacing the bandages. And I was
much weaker and in too much pain to do more than clean up the bathroom and
inch back to my room.

"I stayed in bed the next morning and told my parents I thought I had a touch
of the flu. Mom wanted me to go to the doctor about the third day, but I told
her I was feeling ok, but just worn out and week from the vomiting. She left
me alone.

"But best of all, Father, you were right! God's scriptures showed me the way.
I have made myself a eunuch, and I'm no longer plagued by impure thoughts. My
body no longer tempts me into corruption. I can now ready myself for the
priesthood without crass distractions. Bless me, Father, for I have confessed
my sins."

* * *


Once In A Lifetime (personal anecdote, gay)

That's what's always gotten ME hard - you can only do it ONCE!

Hi, my name's Ed and I'm in my 30s. I'm about 6'1" and 160 lbs. You may or

may not believe me, but I grew up on a dairy farm. Castration of horses,

pigs, goats and cows is something I grew up watching and assisting in.

Well, I knew I was gay from the time I knew there was a difference between

boys and girls, but this didn't affect my fascination with castration.

I was constantly putting my balls through metal rings and leaving them until

they were blue and cold. Eventually I began doing the same with my penis.

I find that the pain from body piercings (I have several) is the turn-on for

me. Here's my fantasy. I want my cockhead split, slowly, without anesthetic.

Once the head is split and a subincision is completed, the head is sliced off.

Then, slowly, my cock is removed in 1" segments until only a stump remains.

All of this will be done while I am alert and watching the procedure.

Afterwards, my scrotum is opened and I finally get to look at the organs that

have caused me so much distress, hormonally speaking. Then they are tied off

and stiched up and I have a smooth crotch...

Only once, only once...that's the bummer part.


* Since I was a boy .. (personal anecdote)

Since i was a small boy I have had a desire to be a eunuch. At the time I
didn't know the word, but wanted to have a smooth crotch. It all started when
i saw a female friend naked. I looked at her and I looked at my own body and
felt she was so beautiful that I wanted to look like her.

When I became a teen and reached puberty I had great difficulity dealing with
my male genitals. I was driven by my hormones to have sex with girls, but i
have felt that my penis and testicles are very unattractive and should be
removed. I fantasize that I wake up one morning and find that I have been
castrated and hand had a penectomy. When i put my hand between my legs to feel
for my penis I find nothing but a smooth area and a small pee hole. This
drives me wild with erotic thoughts. Even though I have no genitals I start
climaxing and cannot stop. There is a pumping in my crotch and a wave of
passion and pleasure that sweeps over my entire body. I just laid back and
enjoyed it.

Next, I got out of bed and ran to the dresser to retrieve a mirror. I had to
see what I looked like as a eunuch...


Fantasy Island -- III

Beverly, my girlfriend, and I stepped off the seaplane.  The hostess
of Fantasy Island was waiting for us.  "Let me show you to your
cabin.  Then your fantasy begins."  It was in a beautiful valley.
The cabin was on a little stream.   A short distance away was a
stable.  Three beautiful horses were there.  We were going to start
the fantasy of riding into the past.  Beverly was a paleontologist.
She wanted to see dinosaurs roam the Early.  I was a dinosaur buff.
I was happy to go with her.

The hostess instructed us: "The white horse has magical powers.  His
name is Orion.  He is the only one who knows the way.  He leads.  You
ride the other two horses.  They are also wonderful animals.  In many
ways, they are like people.  I only let those who really love and
respect animals ride them. The equipment

and provisions are ready. You may start any time."  It was a nice
day.  We went to see the horses, to say hi.  We had a picnic on the
stream.  Beverly picked flowers for the cabin.  We had a light dinner
and went to bed early.  I was horny.  But Beverly did not want to
make love.  She gave my hard cock a kiss and promised more when we
came back.

The storm arrived suddenly.  Lightning struck close to the cabin.
Among the thunder, I heard the call of the horses.  I ran outside
with only my shirt and shorts on.  The horses were jumping around,
especially Orion.  I tried to calm him.  It did not work.  In
desperation, I jumped on him and held his head.  I stroke him and
talked to him.  He was calming down.  Then a bolt of lightning hit
close by and he took off before we even heard the thunder.  I could
only hang on.  He galloped for a long time and gradually left the
storm behind.  I had absolutely no idea where we were and hoped that
Orion knew.  He was calm now, he was trotting.  We were in a little
valley.  But not the valley where we started.  I saw camp fire ahead.

A group of women approached me.  I could not see them well except
that they were all very tall. The fire was behind them.  I got off
Orion, just to be polite. But he ran ahead to them.  He knew them and
they knew him.  I walked up to them but they ignored me and patted
him.  One of them said: "Coming to see Polaris, aren’t you.  You
better be quick or she will run away with the other stallion."  They
all laughed and Orion turned sharply left and galloped away.  I heard
another horse galloping towards us.

Then the women turned their attention towards me.  I was now close
enough to see that they were all beautiful.  Most had long hair.
Then I noticed the Amazon medal they wore.  I recognized it from
Greek mythology books.  They said: "Well, see what we got here.
Sperm!"  Then they pounced on me, wrestle me to the ground and tore
off my shirt and shorts.  Four pinned my ankles and wrists to the
ground.  They all took off their short dresses.  Their bodies were
all gorgeous.  Then one of them mounted me.  In a couple of minutes,
we cummed together.  She got off me and another beauty did the same.
I wish they did not pin my hands to the ground.  I want to roam my
hands over the beautiful bodies.

It was heaven the first four of five times I cummed.  But my balls
were drying up.   And they kept coming.  How many of them were
there?  By the time the eight Amazon mounted me, I was a wreck.  She
kept fucking me and having one orgasm after another.  But I could not
come.  The pleasure was becoming painful.  The pleasure/pain racked
my body.  After a long time, I delivered my load and she collapsed on
me.   Then she rolled off me weakly.

To my horror, another Amazon approached.   Then I got the surprise of
my life.  She looked exactly like my boss, Elaine.  Was it Elaine?  I
always had a crush on Elaine and she knew it. She liked to teased
me.  On business trips together, she told me she was preparing me for
Beverly. I never got more than a kiss.  Now she was ready to rape
me.  Oh Goddess, please let me have semen left for one more shot.
The Amazon who just finished raping me said: "He is running low.  He
needs something special."  Elaine got down on her knees.  I saw that
this Amazon had gray eyes.  Elaine had blue eyes.  Then she planted a
big kiss on my cock head.

That was the most exquisite blow job.  She used her mouth, her
tongue, her teeth, her throat, her hands.  My balls were dry.  But my
cock was rock hard.  Spasm after spasm rushed from my cock to every
inch of my body.  I was crying out in pain, calling her name again
and again.  I was begging her to stop.  But her talented tongue did
not stop.  Incredibly, my balls were stirring.  Elaine gave my cock
head a last kiss and mounted me.  Her pussy was incredibly tight.
She rode me to three orgasms before I shot my load into her.

It went on and on.  I did not know how many more Amazons raped me
after Elaine.  But they all needed some kind of help.  Some of them
rub a kind of oil into my cock.  It make me so hard my cock hurts.
One stuck a needle into my balls and pumped some liquid in.  I almost
passed out from the pain.  Another one gave me a drink.  Its heat ran
through my body and straight to my cock and balls.   Had I come
twenty times?  Was there so much semen in a man’s balls?  This blonde
already had many orgasms and I could not give her any semen.  Finally
she admitted defeat.  She rolled off me weakly.  The others held me
easily.  I just wanted to close my eyes and be left alone.

Then she got up, went away, and came back with a knife.  "I am not
going to be the only one left without sperms.  I am going to take it
with me.  The Priestess knows how to get the remaining sperm out."  I
was horrified.  Did she want to cut off my balls?  Then she kneeled
between my legs and grabbed my balls.  She made a light cut on the
sac.  The balls popped out.  She cut them off.   Then I passed out.

I opened my eyes to see the hostess leaning over me.  "I am glad to
find you.  In the morning, I will take you back to the cabin.  You
may never find your way back."  Pain is still throbbing from my
balls.  "Did you produce the storm and the Amazons?"  I asked.  "I
did.  Your fantasy was to be gang raped by a group of beautiful women
and then castrated.  You like dinosaurs.  But they are Beverly’s
fantasy, not yours.  Every guest experiences at least one fantasy.
You will be OK tomorrow."  "Did I lose my balls?"   "Yes.  But I got
them back from Ingrid once the Priestess got the sperm out for her.
I planted it back in."

We saw the dinosaurs.  My balls hurt for a week.  But Beverly did not
know.  She was so excited by the dinosaurs that she had no sexual
desire.  We did not make love until we were home.  She never asked me
how I got the scar on my ball sac.  Maybe she knew.


Acceptance for Martin?

Summary: A man without a penis is seduced by an unsuspecting girl

` Acceptance for Martin? `

She had a glint in her eye that made me start to panic. But perhaps she would
not laugh and reject me. Perhaps she would be the first to accept me and love
me.

The urgency of her kiss confirmed her desire. I pulled back, but she didn’t
seem to notice my uncertainty. She slipped out of her dress and turned,
indicating the clasp of her black bra. When I released it, she brought my
hands around to feel the weight and firmness of her large breasts, and pressed
the cleft of her bottom into my groin.

"I can’t feel your cock, Martin - are you shy? Don’t be nervous, you don’t
have to perform for me," she purred. She had turned again and her beautiful
smile paralysed me as she started removing my clothes. "Let’s just explore.
We’ve spent three weeks getting to know each other in every sense but the
biblical. We can spend as long as we like on this."

She was caressing my buttocks as she pulled down my boxer shorts, and her
surprise was palpable as she discovered my secret. She looked up and met my
despairing eyes, then her gaze fixed again on my groin.

"Oh, Martin." And her fingers delved. "You don’t have a penis!" She stroked
the moist, hooded button above my scrotum, and added, "but I like your clit.
Sit down on the bed. Tell me all about it while I enjoy myself.

Her lips and tongue played with my balls as I told her, about growing up as a
boy with microphallus, a condition in which the penis does not develop fully
in the womb. In some severe cases, such as mine, the testes and scrotum are
normal though small, but above them the genitalia have the appearance of a
female urethra and clitoris.

My story trailed away as her mouth reached my tiny glans. After teasing it
with her tongue and lips, she sucked it hard into her mouth. Stopping for a
moment, she said "This isn’t a micro penis, it’s a lovely big clitoris. You
know, I’ve never given cunnilingus before, and I’ve found that I love it." She
sucked both my little balls into her mouth while masturbating my urethra and
clit.

She was taken aback when I came. Jet after jet of hot semen gushed from the
little opening below my pulsating clitoris, onto her astonished face and her
breasts.

* * *


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    It all started when I was in college.  I never really liked my nuts
    all that much.  I would tie them off and let them turn a little
    blue.  I would never fully go through with though.  After having my
    nut tied up for a while an intense pain would develop deep in my
    stomach and I would have to cut off the rubber bands because they
    hurt to much.
    I never able to inflict pain uppon myself.  My freshmen year of
    college I was comming into my own as an adult.  I was willing to
    experiment and had a very open mind.  One day while working out I
    met a women who say she could see my nuts through my tight shorts.
    I was so embarrised.  I stopped working out for the day and went to
    the shower.  It was late in the day so I was onlone in the guys
    shower.  I undressed and stepped under the hot water.  I didn't know
    who it was but a person had come up from behind me and started
    fuodiling my nuts from behind.  In total shock I couldn't move.  The
    message became more intense as the warm body drew me in.  I could
    fel a set of full breasts up against my back and I ralized that iut
    was a woman and not some strange attacker.  I immediatly turned
    around to see to my amazement the girl from the wieght room.  She
    said that see liked the way my tight body looked and continued to
    squeeze my nuts.  Sh said hat she was single and looking for someone
    to play around with.
    I was very exited.  She was the hottest woman that I've ever seen in
    my life.  So we started meeting in the shower late at night ever
    night.  The second night that we met up she said that a condition of
    our meeting was hat I had to be blind folded.  So before we met ever
    night I would put my blind fold on and wait as the water washed down
    my back.  Every night she came and we would play for hours it
    seemed.  There was always something off about our departure.  Befoe
    she left ever night she would squeeze my nuts.  for a little while
    as she stroked my cock.  Every night would end in this fashion.
    Everynight she would squeeze my nuts a little harder and a little
    harde until I felt like they would burst.
    Something stranged happend one night though.  Our usual meetig
    started and half way through she sad that tommorrow she was going to
    keep my blls for her own.  At this I became hard and more excited
    then I've ever been.  Then she left never to be felt again.  The
    next night that we were supposed to meet she never came and I waited
    for hours and hours with anticipation, but she never came.  I left
    to return home disappointed.  I want my nuts to be taken and striped
    from my body but it never happend.  To this day I wish for my nuts
    to be taken.  I would do it my self but I can't inflict pain uppon
    myself.  Will anyone help me?

    PS-This is my dream. so you have to meet my criteria.  Woman.
    Young(18-25).  Physically fit(100-140lbs.).  Dominative.  And opne
    to anything.

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Banding Disaster Pt 5 "Taste of Things to Cum!"

Summary: Banded sissy sucks cock and still hopes.

At home in the country its' wife is having an average day. Lunch with the
girls, some Bridge, feed the kids and wait for her man. He was due in late
from his trip to the city but she'd be waiting for him. She was horny for him,
even though he wasn't the greatest stud in the world. Not from what the other
wives said of their men. Still. He was her man and he would have to do. She
was horny and she had a sexy new outfit to wear. That at least would get his
attention! Hopefully it would get him hard. She knew how much he liked sexy
outfits. Lingerie and nylons. She thought she knew how much he liked them.

But it had never had the courage to tell her. Never had the courage for much
of anything.

Now it knelt, far from home and safety. Knelt between smooth ebony thighs with
its' forehead resting on the bone hard erection while its' lips gently kissed
the bulging roundness of big mans' balls. While its' tongue explored their hot
roundness, felt them shift in their leathery pouch; traced the heat of them up
the rope like cords of blood and the swollen sperm pipes, rich, full, pulsing.
In envy and grief did it worship the stones of this dominating manhood. In
shame and subjugation.

"Please!" it mumbles as it worships "Please save me!

Licking its' way up the shaft. Kissing the power.

"Please.....Oh....Please!" up and down, kissing, sucking.

"Real nice cock for Ya bitch. That's right! Kiss it like a shy girl. You be my
shy girl an' my whore."

"Please mister!....Mmmmph...pleaMmmmph...please man help
me!....Oh.....Mmmmmph...mmmm...Cut that band off me
man!?...MMMMMPH....Sir....Ahhh...Please sir!?"

"Sissy don't deserve no balls, whore! Fuckin' disgrace Ya'll are. Fucking ass
pussy and cum sucker's all you good for! Shouldn't have no balls! Now suck!"

Long sinuous fingers take it by the neck and powerful thumbs dig into its'
cheeks, forcing it's mouth open.

"Had enough of the shy girl baby you now gonna be some head slut!"

With its' jaws pried open the sissy takes cock in thrusts that cut off air and
uses its' face like a cunt.

"Get used to it bitch!" says the big man in his deep voice. "You done nutted
yourself freak! Better you get used to this! Oh yeah!"

"ease...Humph...oohumph...eee....mmmM!"

"Just a nuttless fuck now bitch!" getting ready to come. "Just a two hole
nuttless whore."

On the bed the girl is waking up, coming to. She watches wonders.

On its' knees the sissy gags and chokes and licks. On its' knees the sissy
feels the explosion lustful heat break out; from the deep wells of this real
mans' loins and through the mighty pump in his belly comes the salty life rich
flow.

"That's it. Swallow it all nicely whore. Tha's the only kin'a mans' cum you
gonna have anymore. What ya suck up and what gets pumped up yo ass!

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The Boy - a Vignette

Summary:
A Vignette, a short one page story.

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**The Boy -- A Vignette**

He was beautiful -- perfectly formed and of perfect proportions -- with an
angelic face, framed by soft brown curls. I'd paid a high price for him -- a
talent in gold -- but he was worth it. I might collect four times that much,
once he was prepared.

It wouldn't do to cut him. I wouldn't risk that. Only one of every four boys
survived cutting. Fortunately, he was young, about three or four.

I don't know where the slavers found him. They didn't say. Perhaps they stole
him. Perhaps they bought him from his parents or other slavers. None of that
mattered. He'd found his way to me. That's all that mattered.

What country he was from was also a mystery. His language was unfamiliar to
me; and he couldn't understand mine. Boys that age learn language quickly,
though. He'd be speaking mine in no time -- most likely without an accent.

He was frightened. I picked him up. He cried. "Shhh, little one," I said,
kissing away his tears. It seemed to calm him.

I lowered him into the warm bath, feeling the water first to make certain it
wasn't too hot. "Doesn't that feel good, little one?" He was dirty. Only the
gods know when he'd last had a bath.

My smile seemed to reassure him. He sniffled, but stopped crying. I washed his
face with a cloth, then kissed him. "You're beautiful -- a treasure," I said.
He smiled back, a shy, tentative, smile.

I rubbed his back, then his chest, before sliding my hand between his legs,
finding his little pickle. It was smaller than my little finger.

It became hard as I caressed it. "Do you like that, little one?" I asked.

Even though he couldn't understand me, he smiled. I've never found a boy that
didn't enjoy having his pickle caressed.

After a moment, I slid my hand down to the pouch containing his orbs. The warm
water had relaxed it, allowing his balls to descend. I called one of the
eunuchs over. He knew what to do. "Gently," I told him. He grasped the boys
shoulders.

Frightened, the boy whimpered. "Shhh," I said, smiling as I said it. It seemed
to reassure him.

I had one of his balls between my thumb and first two fingers. It wasn't any
wider than my thumb. I squeezed, grinding it between my thumb and fingers. He
screamed. I didn't want to hurt him, but it had to be done.

He struggled, but the eunuch held him. I continued to grind his ball, until
nothing was left of it but mush. Then I started on the other one. I didn't
stop until I couldn't feel anything solid in his pouch, then I picked him up
out of the water, caressing his hair, kissing his tears, feeling their salty
taste in my mouth. "There, there, little one," I said. "It's all over now. No
one will hurt you more."

I handed him to the eunuch. "Care for him. If he dies, so do you."

The boy's pouch was swollen to twice its previous size for over a week. I
visited him every day, checking on it. After a few weeks, most of the swelling
had gone down, and he no longer whimpered when I touched it. I could feel
nothing solid inside the folds of his pouch. His balls were completely gone;
but I had expected nothing less. I seldom had to do a boy twice.

"Good," I said, "Now, you'll always be beautiful."

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Male Chastity Slave Part II

Summary: Our Stud continues his story of chastity and slavery and learns to serve his master well.

` Male Chastity Slave Part II `

i awoke the next morning as Stephan’s naked boy cunt. Owned fully as his sex
slave. He had warned me the night before that i was not to speak and that my
“training” and modifications would begin. Out of my element i was feeling sore
from the fucking i received the day before and the accident. i was also
heartbroken my mother was dead. Tears began streaming down my cheeks. i wanted
to go home. i also wanted this damn cock cage off. My movement was completely
restricted with my chains. Big heavy cold iron chains kept me from being free.
i really needed to piss so i squatted like the little bitch boy i was and
pissed in the floor drain.

No sooner did i relieve myself but Master Stephan came down the stairs. Well,
i see were feeling a bit down today. i said look i just want to go home. You
had your fun and someone will miss me soon. i then realized i broke a rule.
Master walked up to me and pulled my wrist chains to the ceiling so my arms
were stretched up over my head. First lesson fuck is that when you break a
rule you get punished. He the attached a spreader bar to both ankles leaving
my young tender cock and balls fully exposed except for that damn cock cage.
He held a riding cop and said obey or suffer. i then received the worst
whipping anyone ever could imagine. i screamed out in pain as the flesh on my
back tore open. He then held his hand against my soft balls. Instantly
squeezing them until they almost burst.

He then said that having a voice would only inconvenience me so the voice box
would have to be removed. He brought in his paramedic bag from upstairs and
drew a needle of something that i was injected with.

i woke up hours later feeling like i had a very sore throat. i tried to speak
and nothing. He had actually done it. i no longer had the biological ability
to speak. i could only grunt. Well, slave that’s a good start. Now you won’t
rudely interrupt your Master. He left me in my pain to recover on the cement
floor with only my water bowel. Sitting there i realized that this guy had
already ruined my life. i fell silent forever. The next morning i was awoke by
a cold water hose. Master said i stunk like a filthy animal. After the hosing
i was commanded to get down on all fours and keep my knees apart for easy
entry to my male pussy hole. He began pumping my ass with very powerful
strokes. i was really in a lot of pain and with each pump i just grunted.
After he was done i was told to take him orally to clean his cock off. i did
so hoping to please him and prevent further dismemberment and whippings. Very
good cunt boy. i’m going to be renting you out to make a little extra money.
Your first customer will come tonight. Just to make sure everyone knows you’re
mine i’m branding you on each ass cheek. The left will contain a cock shaped
brand pointing towards your boy cunt. The next will be on the right cheek and
will be 6043. It’s the number on the key i ripped off you dead mothers neck. i
grunted in fear of being branded. About 30 minutes later he came down the
stairs and gave me the first, then the second with so much pain. He applied
some antibacterial cream and i collapsed into a deep sleep. When i woke there
was a hot naked guy standing in front of me with Master. He was very young
like me and had a huge hard cock. He instructed me to kneel and start licking
his balls. i recognized this guy from my school. Matt was on the football
team. i was so humiliated because he already knew who i was. He said that he
remember seeming my huge cock and balls in the showers. He also said that i
had stole his woman away at a dance and now its payback time. i could suck his
cock NOW! i looked at Masters and pulled back. Master grabbed my chains and
shoved my head in to the studs’ crotch. Master said he was getting a good
price for this and that i should do as commanded. i began my job in earnest
and cleaned his balls well. Then, Matt instructed to take his whole cock and
start working it. He also wanted me to swallow his cum and enjoy it because my
old girlfriend likes it too. i was so humiliated by that. He then said to
Master that he would pay a $1000 to attend my cutting. WHAT?! i was to be cut?
i had not tried to escape and was cooperating with Masters wishes. i grunted
in disbelief. Master said he wanted a new car and a paying audience would
accomplish his goal.

The next day i was whipped out of a sleep to find Master standing there with
the key to my cock cage. i looked down and it was off. My pussy boy cock was
free for the first time in three years. i still could not touch it though as
my chains prevented it. i was hoping that i would get jacked off or something
to relieve three years of male sexual denial. i craved a hot wet pussy so bad.
i deserved to get some relief!

But something was wrong. My cock and balls were numb. Men began to stream down
the stairs and were forming a half circle around me. This was it i realized.
Master and two other men tied me down so i could not buck around during the
procedure. i grunted in fear when the knife came out. The men around me were
either drunk or stoned. They all laughed at my condition. Some of them poked
me with their fingers and one pissed in my face.

i was awake for the whole thing. i could not believe this was happening. I was
now IT. No male parts left at all. Just a smooth hairless spot where my
manhood once was. I was even denied the chance to cum one last time. i was
nothing more then a sexless eunuch slave. My hot cock and balls were thrown to
waiting hungry dogs. i watched as they chewed and swallowed the last remnants
of what made me a man. There was nothing left of my old life. Thinking about
all the young females i fucked was just worthless. i no longer felt the needs
i had as a young male stud. It was then i decided that my life was dedicated
to my Master. My nipples were removed so i could not feel the least bit of
pleasure and of course no more body hair. My eunuch cunt was fucked regularly
by Master Stephan and the customers. Some were sadistic and others took
pleasure in humiliating me. Matt from the football team was a regular
customer. He told me he was also fucking my old girlfriend with his huge cock.
Something i no longer could to or wanted to. i accepted Masters piss each day
and he enjoyed me taking his shit and cleaning him regularly with my tong.

When i’m not being rented or fucked, Master keeps an ass plug in me to keep me
loose. It has a nice pretty ponytail hanging off of it. He also has removed my
teeth as i’m on a liquid diet and he does not like teeth touching his cock. A
permanent large stainless steal ring was inserted between my pussy it legs.
Master chains me with that now. He sometimes hangs a small be there for his
amusement and commands me to dance for him. Clients like to lead me around by
the chain attached between my legs. i still have the collar, wrist and ankle
cuffs though. Some of the clients like to use them.

Master brought a hot young female prostitute down to my dungeon world to test
me. She put her tits up to my face, i felt nothing. She bent over and exposed
her cunt by my nose, it disgusted me. She laughed at the sight of me and my
lack of male interest in her. All i wanted now was service and humility for my
Master.

Master allowed me to write this for two reasons. First to get you nice and
hard and second as an advertisement for my services. If you come to Master’s
basement for servicing be sure to ask me to clean you ass hole as i have
become real good at it. i can take up to 11 hard inches without gagging. i’m
very proud to be of service to Master. i like eating the cum that collects in
a puddle after my fuckings. Master said i can live until i’m 40. Then i will
be of no use to him and i will be gently put to sleep and disposed of. Until
then i will serve him to the best of my ability. My only other pleasure is the
sweet taste of young stud cum.

Mother was right. Life without using my disgusting cock and balls and the pain
they brought was much better. Freedom is being a eunuch slave. Naked and
smooth and ready to serve!

i hope this story pleases my Master and you. i wonder what ever happened to
that cock cage though???? Remember the girl i got pregnant? Master Stephan
found out that she never had the abortion and had a baby boy. Another story
perhaps???

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