Master and Slave

Starting Castration By Placing Castration Bands

My new slave seemed a wonder. He’d been mine for about six months and he seemed just about perfect. When I first got him, he was not in shape, but after two or three months of the strenuous workouts I put him through, he firmed up and started looking really good. One thing I found out: always break a slave in the very first day. With him, after first explaining that he should expect this for disobeying me, I stripped him down, tied him up and gave him a thorough whipping. I whipped him until both my arms were tired, then I squeezed his balls so hard he passed out. When he woke up, I bathed him, rubbed antibiotic ointment into his whip marks and let him get what sleep he could. After that, he was very obedient. Sexually, I treated him as the girl – he was never allowed to do anything but accept my juice as I presented it to him. He was taught to suck and fuck in all positions. Sometimes, I would whip him and then fuck him. Other times, if I felt he hadn’t been quite enthusiastic enough, I would whip him after fucking him. Several times I whipped him thoroughly for allowing his teeth to touch my cock while he was sucking me off. After a few weeks of hard discipline, he knew exactly what was expected of him and performed all his duties eagerly. In fact, before too long, he would occasionally ask to be whipped. From time to time, I would cut off the circulation to his balls by wrapping a cloth around his scrotum and tying a strand of wire around the cloth. The cloth kept the wire from slicing into his skin and allowed me to cut off the blood supply without much pain. At first, I would leave the tourniquet on for fifteen minutes or so, until his sac turned pale blue. Over a few months, I left it on longer and longer, extending the time to three quarters of an hour, after which his sac became numb. The longest I kept him tied off was two hours. The one time I did that, he complained of a headache that lasted the entire next day. These were just play sessions. No harm was done to his balls and they stayed the same size. My slave was very afraid of castration. The few times I mentioned it as a way of making him better adjust to his role he became extremely upset and begged me never to do such a thing to him. Naturally, I told him that his remaining intact depended on how obedient he was. It could never be his decision. After all, I was the master.

We had been living together for a while and I was satisfied with his performance. One Saturday, I went out in the early afternoon to run some errands. I instructed him to clean the apartment and wait for my return that evening. About two hours later I came up in the service elevator and let myself in through the kitchen door, intending to drop off my purchases and finish up my errands. My ears picked up the sounds of active sex from the bedroom down the hall. I walked quickly along the thickly carpeted hallway to the bedroom. In the hall was a toolkit and some coaxial cable. Through the half open door, I saw my slave on the bed with his butt in the air, taking the cable installer’s long black dick up his butt. I could see my slave’s erection jutting out under him. He was wiggling his ass and begging for more. His face was to the wall away from me. The cable installer was hunched over him, fucking him fast and deep. I watched for a short time until my slave’s seed jetted out over the towel he had place under himself on the bed. I walked back into the kitchen. Soon I heard them kissing. Then the hall door opened and closed. My slave went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I unpacked and put away the groceries, allowing my anger to build slowly. Faithless slave! In this age of the plague I had seen him having unprotected sex with a stranger. For this he would be punished. And banished.

While he was showering and douching, I called a slave dealer who was known to take disobedient slaves off masters’ hands for a reasonable fee. How much fee depended on whether the slave was healthy. Healthy slaves’ organs could be sold off. Ill ones, I had been told, were sent to mines in foreign countries where they were worked to death. A brief discussion concluded our dealings. I told him the slave might be ill, but that it was too soon to tell. He offered the lower price, explaining that to keep the slave until it could be tested reliably was excessively expensive. When he asked if the slave were a eunuch, I said “Yes.” Not true at the moment, but soon, very soon. We agreed on a price. I gave the dealer my address and told him at what time that night to come up from the garage in the service elevator to my floor and that I would let him in.

My slave emerged from the bathroom, clean and pink from the hot shower and a brisk toweling off. He seemed delighted to see me. I ordered him into the bedroom. There was no trace of his previous activities. He had cleaned up well. I went to the closet and took out my portable punishment table. “Set up the table,” I ordered. “Master, why? I’ll do anything you ask. I can satisfy you better if I’m not bound up.” “Shut up, slave. Do as I say. Now!” He proceeded to set up the table. It’s solid oak, and once the legs are down and the cross braces in place, it’s sturdy as a solid piece of wood. The main part is for the torso, and there’s a hinged wing with adjustable leg restraints. There are neck, shoulder, wrist, abdomen and hip straps to hold the slave’s upper body in place. There’s hole cut out for his face to go into when the neck strap is tight. His legs go over the hinged wing, which can be adjusted from straight out from the body of the table to down at a right angle pointing toward the floor. The wing has restraints for the thighs, calves and ankles. These can be moved closer to or further from the center of the wing, depending on how far you want the slave’s legs spread during his punishment session. I fastened him to the upper portion of the table with the wrist, neck, and chest straps. Reaching down, I lifted his hips with one hand and tucked his prick up under his pubic hair, then released his hips and cinched the hip restraint tight, imprisoning his prick between the table and his body. His balls hung free. Next, I strapped his legs in, with the restraints far enough apart that his legs made a “V” with his balls hanging down between. Now he was ready.

Like a typically unruly slave, he spoke. “Master, what are you going to do? I can’t move my butt if you fuck me, and I know you like that.” I closed the bedroom door so no sound could escape. “Fuck you?” I asked. He became silent for a moment. “W what are you g going to do?” he stuttered. I walked around and tilted the table up so that I could look at his face. “Subhuman pig,” I began, “You are just an animal for me to do with as I wish. I saw you being fucked earlier. You are not allowed to be fucked without my permission. I certainly would not give you permission to engage in unprotected fucking with a cable installer, pig of a slave!” He looked at me with surprise that gave way to fear. “Slave, you, in this time of plague, decided to endanger your health and, had I not known about it, mine as well! You are a pig and I will castrate you just as a pig is castrated.” He blinked as my words sank in. Whatever words of protest he had died on his lips. I walked around behind him ready to start work. Then he begged and pleaded, crying, swearing he would never do it again, just, please, please one more chance. I said nothing. With a hair dryer, I heated his scrotum until his balls hung as far from his body as possible. By then he was crying, sobbing. After putting on my surgical gloves, I painted his scrotum with disinfectant and warmed it again to keep his balls hanging away from his body. I took a piece of strong wire, rinsed it in disinfectant and tied it around his scrotum as close to his body as possible, then pulled it as tight as I could. He cried out. Next, I took a small scalpel and made two cuts, each from just above one of his balls to just below it, exactly as one castrates a pig. He screamed in pain. I slowly expressed each ball through its cut so that it hung completely outside his sac. Using two clamps, I closed off the cords connecting each ball to his body. As each clamp bit down, he gasped. With the scalpel, I severed the cord connecting his right testicle. It fell to the floor. I listened with amusement to his pleading: “Oh please master, leave me with one ball. I couldn’t stand being a eunuch. Have mercy, master. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never do anything like that again.” A quick swipe with the scalpel and the job was complete. He screamed and cried as I cauterized the ends of the cords, removed the clamps, tested for bleeders and glued the cuts in his sac back together. It had taken eight minutes to cleanse him of his maleness. I took his freshly severed balls around and dangled them by their cords in front of his face. At the sight of them he screamed and passed out.

The newly-made eunuch pig was sobbing again when I let the dealer in, so I gagged him. The dealer gave him a shot to knock him out and together we released his unconscious body from the punishment table and put it into a trunk. I took the dealer’s cash and wished him luck as he and the trunk containing my former slave began their descent into the garage and his waiting truck. “Good riddance to bad rubbish,” I thought as I dropped the testicles into the garbage disposal. I resolved to nut my next slave at the very first opportunity.

You Are Now My Property – Part 5

Finally, the cop spoke. Still stroking the kid’s cock, he spoke in a soft, almost gentle voice… but what he said made the blood in Eric’s veins turn cold…

“Listen up, boy, because you are about to learn the rules of your new life. You belong to me now. You are my slave. I own you, and I’m going to use you in any way I see fit. You have no rights, and no say in the matter. You are now my property.”

Eric trembled as the man continued. “From now on, you exist only for two things… to serve me, and to feel pain. You will do what you are told, speak only when spoken to, and address me only as ‘Master’. You are going to be raped, whipped, and tortured every day for the rest of your life, partly to train and condition you to be a good slave, and partly because I enjoy inflicting pain and hearing men scream. This room is sound-proofed, and you are far away from anyone who could help you. Nobody saw me arrest you, and nobody will ever find your car. You will not be rescued, no matter how much you scream. I have you gagged now so I can explain your situation to you without interruptions. Once I’m ready to begin your first lesson, I will remove the gag. You may scream all you want, but you are NEVER to beg for mercy or for me to stop hurting you. Doing so will only cause me to INCREASE whatever I’m doing to you, then punish you afterward for disobeying my order not to beg for mercy.”

The whole time he was speaking, the cop kept slowly stroking Eric’s cock, keeping it hard. He continued talking in that deceptively gentle voice. “You will never touch your dick again without permission, and you will hardly ever be allowed to come, though I will keep you hard every day. Eventually you will get used to living in a permanent state of arousal, always in heat. You will find that following my orders and not resisting me will lead to me being much more gentle with you. You will still be tortured and raped, but only for my pleasure, not for any added punishment.

I am going to break you, and soon you will learn to desire only one thing in this world… my approval. You will do anything for it, and it will be your greatest joy. Eventually your body will have to find a way to deal with all the pain and confinement. Your mind will begin to bend, and the constant stroking of your dick while you are being tortured will lead to your mind associating pain with sexual pleasure. After a while, you will get hard with the first sting of the whip, or the first clamp I put on your nipple. Eventually, you will fall in love with me. You may find that hard to believe now, but it’s called “The Stockholm Syndrome”… kidnap victims’ minds break and they fall for their captors. Considering how much you will want my approval, it is going to happen to you. I’d suggest you cease resisting me from the start, so your mind can bend as soon as possible, and you begin getting turned-on from the pain. I am going to keep you hooded and in the dark for a long time, so the only things you have to hold onto are the sound of my voice and the touch of my hand. You will begin to crave both as much as air or water.”

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The doctor began by taking some measurements. He measured the size of Jose’s nipples, and his flaccid cock and foreskin. Jamming his finger past the kid’s clenched sphincter, he found his prostate and roughly began stimulating it. Jose quickly grew hard, and Bob took the appropriate measurements. Lastly, he took the kid’s balls in his hand. All the while, the kid had been babbling in Spanish and begging to be released. Bob squeezed the kid’s balls tightly and screamed “SILENCIO!” Jose writhed in shocked silence. Bob loosened his grip and gently tugged the kid’s nuts to the base of his scrotum. Measuring the gap between the kid’s body and his balls at just about 2 inches, Bob reached for a leather ball stretcher, and snapped it in place, trapping the kid’s balls as far away from his body as they would go. Jose’s nuts had never been free of some kind of stretching device since.

Bob had measured the circumference of the kid’s foreskin at 3 and a half inches as it stretched around his cockhead. Going over to his work area, he found a stainless steel cock ring that measured three and three quarter inches around. He dragged a stool in front of the helplessly-bound hunk and brought his medical bag over. Lifting Jose’s now-flaccid cock, Bob forced the cockring inside the kid’s foreskin, stretching it, wrapping the edges around the ring, and making the kid scream in agony. Bob just smiled and reached into his bag. He pulled out a surgical needle and sutures, and began stitching the ring in place inside the kid’s foreskin. He used no anesthesia, and Jose shrieked with each new puncture the needle made. Bob would generally leave the cockring sewn in for a few days, stretching the foreskin’s circumference. Then he’d remove the stitches and pull the ring out. For the next few days, he’d let the foreskin heal, then begin a few days of hanging weights from it. Then it would be back to the cockring. Two years later, Bob was using a cockring nearly 5 inches in circumference.

Bob loved experimenting to see how far the human body could be pushed. In addition to everything he did to stretch Jose’s tits, scrotum, and foreskin, he also loved testing the limits of how much weight they could support. Every day brought new weights and more excruciating ways of attaching them. And being a skilled surgeon, Bob knew how to cause as much pain as possible without causing any permanent damage.

He also loved to see how the body dealt with intense bondage, and he was by far the most inventive of the four masters when it came to finding ways to torment his slave. His favorite idea had been to put Jose on a liquid diet for a few days, clean him out with multiple enemas (always with cold sparkling water to add to the discomfort), then plug him with a thick butt plug and mummify him from head to toe with only his cock and balls exposed. Bob would leave Jose’s nostrils clear, and run a tube into his mouth before sealing it off with duct tape. The tube ran into a catheter, and Bob would insert the catheter into the boy’s cock and tape it in place. Jose had been made drink a large amount of water beforehand, insuring a very full bladder. Every time the boy had to piss, it would travel through the tube and into his mouth. Jose had no choice except to swallow, otherwise he would have drowned. The piss would then run through his kidneys, and the cycle would begin again. Each time the piss would taste a little more vile. The first time Bob had done this, he left the kid that way for 2 hours. That figure had increased over time until Jose was left mummified for 24 hours at a time. Every muscle in his body would cramp and he would be in horrible agony. Sometimes, just for fun, Bob would clamp the catheter tube shut by using a sharp alligator-clamp on Jose’s piss-slit. Other times, he’s pick up the tool doctors use to tap your knees and elbows to test reflexes, and he’d begin tapping the boy’s exposed nuts… very lightly at first, then harder and harder. Jose couldn’t even writhe around in agony because he was mummified. He just laid there trapped and screaming inside his taped-shut mouth. Bob loved having a slave of his very own.

This was the man who was now preparing to work on Eric.

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You Are Now My Property – Part 32

Ted turned to Roy and said that he had planned on stopping the session there, but that he wanted to punish the boy for his resistance while the lawyer had fucked his mouth. Roy said that Eric needed to learn his lesson, and encouraged Ted to continue.

Ted set up his TENS machine, taking his time, enjoying the look of terror in the captive boy’s eyes and the whimpering sounds he was reduced to. He made all the necessary attachments, stretching and spreading Eric’s balls to hook up each one separately, then removing the rubber butt plug and inserting a metal egg up the boy’s ass to stimulate his prostate. He had Bob remove the catheter, eliciting two more screams from Eric when the clamp was removed and then again when the catheter itself was removed. As soon as it was out, Bob replaced it with a metal rod that was then attached to the machine. Eric was now fully-wired. Ted reminded the boy that this added torture was punishment for his disobedience.

The machine was a very sophisticated one with many options and speeds, and Ted, who had minored in engineering in college, had altered it to further its capabilities. He set all the dials to the desired settings, and switched the machine on. The metal egg in Eric’s ass was set to emit a charge that would send maximum pleasure to the boy’s prostate for 5 solid seconds, followed by 250 pulses in one second at a level that would cause great pain. The wires attached to the boy’s cock and balls were set to emit shocks randomly in spurts of one second. Sometimes they’d go to only one place, sometimes to two, and occasionally to his cock and each ball simultaneously. There was never any pattern, and never any way for Eric to anticipate or try to prepare for the next jolt of pain. When the simultaneous shock coincided with the pain shock up his ass, Eric let out a shriek that would’ve rattled the windows, if there were any in the sound-proofed room. Ted turned off the machine and the boy slumped against the bars.

Ted then made some adjustments and turned the machine back on. Eric’s balls and prostate were given a steady, low charge that was immensely pleasurable, and he got an immediate erection. Ted just let the machine continue stimulating the boy, and soon Eric was moaning with lust. The grinning lawyer flipped a switch, and suddenly Eric’s prostate was being hit with a rapid succession of pulses that sent waves of pleasure through his groin. Eric closed his eyes, his moaning became louder, and he started humping the air in time to the pulses up his ass. After a few minutes of this, the boy was nearly out of his mind with lust and he started begging.

“Please, Ohhhhhhhh Pleeeeeeeeeease! Fuck me master! PLEASE FUCK ME MASTER!” Ted grinned from ear to ear; he had been wanting to do that since before he started this little show. He smiled and turned off the machine.

All four masters were sporting enormous hard-ons.

Ted detached the wires from the machine, but left them attached to the boy. He needed to fuck that ass NOW; the wires could come off later. Eric was untied from the cell bars and carried over to a padded table. He was bent over the end of it, and his wrists and ankles were bound to the legs. Ted stepped up behind the boy, yanked the metal egg out of his ass, and rammed his cock all the way home with one thrust. Eric just moaned in ecstasy. Ted fucked the boy with all his might, and each of the other masters followed with equal ferocity; Eric just moaned and occasionally whimpered “Please fuck me master!”

When the four men were finished, they went upstairs for some beers and to give the kid a chance to recover before his training continued. Eric was left strapped to the table. He cried softly in the silent basement. He wasn’t crying because of the pain that racked every fiber of his being; he was crying because his masters had stopped fucking him before he could come

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“Yes Sir” I replied, and immediately started following his instruction, stripping off my clothes and putting them into a neat pile on the floor. I placed my bag on the floor beside my clothes, and assumed what I considered a good position for a boy on his knees, which my head bowed and my hands behind my back.

“Not bad piss boy – I’m glad to see you followed my instructions. I’ve got lots more in store for you this weekend. But first, we have a few things to get ready for.”

With that, he reached in to my diaper and pulled out the end of the catheter. I hadn’t noticed the small towel covering some things on the table beside the door, but he removed the towel and pulled out a rather large syringe that was filled with something. He pushed the tip of the syringe into the drainage tube of the catheter and started pushing on the plunger.

“I told you I might drain you or fill you or do all kinds of things to you boy. For now, I’m going to fill your bladder with saline, and then clamp it off so we can start preparing you to be a true recycling slut.”

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