A Wish Too Far

It was my  come true. My Master, (we’ll call him Darren for the sake of the story), was moving back to my town and coming to live with me.

I had been ordered to clean the house from top to bottom ahead of his arrival and ensure the cupboards were well stocked with food and drink.

I had done all of this and rushed home after work on Friday evening, as he had told me that the first weekend would be dedicated to training me in ‘how it was gonna be from now on.’

I was very excited (and a little nervous) as I entered my house. He was already there, having arrived about lunchtime.

I took off my clothes at the foot of the stairs as I had been instructed and waited, facing the wall, for him to come down to me.

After a few minutes, I heard him come descend the stairs and halt behind me. Without speaking, he fitted the leather mask over my head and did it up tightly. The zips were fastened and I was suddenly in a world of darkness.

“When you come in,” he spoke at last “You will put on whatever you find at the bottom of the stairs. If there is nothing, you will be naked. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master” I replied.

He led me into the bedroom. “This is now the dungeon and my sleeping place,” He said. “Where you sleep depends on my mood.”

I was made to stand in the centre of the room while he began to tie restraints around my wrists and ankles. These were tied off to hooks above and below so that I was forced into an ‘X’ position.

Then I felt him stand close up behind me. His warm hands caressed my cold skin, gently at first. His hand moved between my legs to grasp my balls from behind and he gripped then tightly.

“This is where it begins,” he whispered. “You will never touch your cock & balls again,” he said more sharply, “Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“When you are out of the house, you will always be in chastity and I will have the only key. You will only be released in my presence. These are mine now.” And he flicked my balls, painfully. “They will be emptied, only when I think you deserve it. That could be daily, weekly or monthly. It depends how much you please me.”

He moved round to stand before me and grasped my nipples. I winced slightly. “These, I will have pierced. And I think it is high time you were tattooed. Not a mans tattoo like mine, but a sign of your slavery. A barcode, perhaps?”

I nodded again.

“All this hair must go.” He said, tugging at the hair under my arms and around my groin. Hair is for men. You will be smooth all over. Your head will be shaved to grade 1 each week.”

I felt him untie my wrists but he quickly re-tied them to my ankles so I was bent over. Shocked, I felt him poke a finger between my ass cheeks. “All this hair needs to go, too. Smooth ALL over.” He said, chuckling. “It gets in the way” and I felt him push something firm between my cheeks. He continued to apply pressure until it slipped inside me. It was a butt plug.

“You will wear this when around the house unless I remove it” he said. Then he stood me back up again and fitted a  round my neck, over the , and a strap around my cock and balls. Working quickly, he fitted a  which ran down my back and between my legs, connecting the two, tightly.

It had the added purpose of ensuring I could not remove the butt plug.

“You wanted to be my ,” he said “Well this is what it means.”

It was true, I had wanted this. My stiff cock showed that, despite my humiliation at the hands of this man, I still did.

I felt a sudden sting as he brought a whip down across my bare ass cheeks.

“Now for some duties” he said.

He proceeded to outline what my tasks would be each day – and between each one, he struck me with the whip and asked me if I understood.

They were:

· To get up at 7.00am each weekday and get ready for work quietly.

· To bring him a cup of tea and a cigarette before leaving for work.

· To call him at lunchtime to seek any orders or shopping requirements for the day

· To return straight home after work (unless given permission otherwise)

· To strip off on return and wear whatever was put out for me

· To immediately seek out my Master and attend to his needs

· To cook and clean to my Master’s satisfaction before being allowed to eat

· To submit to my Master’s plans for the evening’s entertainment.

· To obey all orders without question

· To help prepare my Master for bed before I was put to bed for the night.

This last task made him laugh and he released me from my bondage and dragged me over to the bed where he said he would give me a demonstration of how to fulfil that duty.

Still hooded, I heard him unzip his jeans and felt the zip on the hood open. Immediately, he forced his solid cock into my mouth and told me to suck.

“Your last job of the day will always be to clean my cock,” he instructed. “You will worship it with your tongue and ensure it is clean. You will swallow whatever comes out of it” and as he said that, I felt his warm  begin to flow. I began to pull away but he shouted “Drink it, bitch” and thrust deeper into my throat. I had no choice but to swallow. He kept pissing and I kept gulping, thinking I might choke or vomit at any moment. But I didn’t and eventually he finished. But my ordeal wasn’t over.

“Now show me some queer  boy sucking” he ordered and his cock remained in my mouth. I began to work it as best I could and before long got a rhythm going.

I felt him tense and moan softly then suddenly, he exploded in my mouth, filling me with his salty cum.

“You better swallow every last drop” he said. I dared not disobey, licking his dick clean of the stuff.

“Good boy” he said. “Now for your reward.”

I was pleased at this and waited to be released. The chain was removed and my wrists and ankles freed but the butt plug remained.

He stood me up and I felt him begin to wrap me in soft bandages. First my legs then my arms then my body until only my cock and balls were left sticking out.

I must have looked quite odd but I was still hooded so couldn’t see myself.

He lay me on the bed and I felt him rub my bollocks gently. I groaned with pleasure but he stopped. I wondered why but in a few moments, I knew. He had rubbed toothpaste on them and I could feel them burning already.

I groaned again, this time in pain.

“See you later” he called and left the room. I was alone with my balls burning from toothpaste and mummified from head to toe. I couldn’t move an inch.

I waited. And I waited. Although the burning sensation eventually died away, it left my balls aching and my cock, rock-solid. The plug was still buried deep inside me and was a constant reminder of my status.

I was alone in a dark world of my own. My thoughts wandered and my imagination played tricks on me. It felt like I was being watched but I heard him moving upstairs and I knew I wasn’t. After what seemed ages, I called out “Master! Master!” But there was no reply. I desperately wanted to cum. SO desperately that I began to sob. “Please Master!” I called. But there was no-one to hear me and eventually I drifted off into a sleep of sorts.

I awoke with a warm sensation on my cock, which had softened. It was pleasant, like someone breathing on it perhaps? My balls felt like they were being tickled by something but I couldn’t tell what.

My dick instantly stiffened again. “Master?” I wasn’t sure but I guessed he must be with me and called out. He didn’t reply.

Over what seemed like the next hour my cock & balls were subjected to various sensations. Some of them were pleasant, others bordered on painful. Sometimes there was a pause of several minutes between and sometimes it went on uninterrupted. It was completely outside of my control. I could not stop it or resist – even if I wanted to. But my cock was now throbbing, so intense were the sensations.

Still he had not spoken and I began to wonder if it was him. Could I really feel anything? Could I be dreaming or imagining all of this?

“Master?” I called again but again there was no response.

I began to struggle but it was useless as I was tightly secured. I screamed out my safe word. But then I remembered – I had said there was to be no safe word from mental torture. I was utterly powerless. I felt like I would go insane from the things going on in my head at that moment. Intense pleasure mixed with intense suffering; confusion, helplessness, humiliation and desire all blended together in an intoxicating mix.

Then it stopped. Completely. Nothing happened. Minutes ticked by. My dick, still throbbing, was untouched. I hadn’t wanted it to continue – but stopping was worse.

“Please, Master,” I begged, realizing that I was almost crying. “Please finish me”.

Then I got a reply. It was a laugh, not spoken words, but it was a reply and I was overjoyed. My Master had laughed at me. Deep down, I knew he had already broken any resistance or dignity I might have had. I had become little more than a dog, craving its master’s attention.

I heard him strip off and felt him climb into bed beside me. He reached out for me but I could not respond, mummified as I was. I felt his warmth through the bandages as he held me. Felt his hand brush lightly over my cock. I couldn’t bare it any longer. “Please stop now” I said in the most manly voice I could muster.

But he laughed again. “Oh no” he said. “This is only a taste of what is to come. Or not to come,” he added laughing at his own joke and stroking my meat. “I am naked beside you” he said. I struggled and strained once more but I knew it was in vain. I could not escape.

“One more thing,” he added. “Something for you to think about before you go to sleep. You are 100% mine which means no running off to your best mate’s when he calls.” I tried to protest but his hand stroked my balls lightly. “I though about theat problem and I came up with a brilliant solution,” he went on. “I told him what I was doing with you. He knows. He understands. He is glad cos it means you wont be pestering him every two minutes. I have agreed to let you undertake jobs at his request and release you when he asks. He will help me control you. In fact, he is coming round tomorrow to see you. To see you like this.”

The words took a while to sink in.

“I told him everything and he thinks it’s what you deserve. So now you have no reason not to be here at my beck and call. Think about that, slave,” he said, “Goodnight” and with one last sharp tug of my cock, he turned over and settled down to sleep.

I awoke the next morning after a night of broken sleep and intensely sexual dreams. The first thing I realized as my mind began to focus on  was that I had a hard-on and my balls ached from the need to be emptied. The plug was still inside me and uncomfortable when I moved.

As far as I could tell, Darren was still in the bed beside me. I felt a soft movement over my cock and groaned from the exquisite pleasure and yet suffering.

“Oh, my slave is awake is he?” he said. Before I could answer, he rolled over on top of me and undid the mouth zip on the hood I was still wearing.

I thought it was so I could speak but instantly, his semi-hard cock was in my mouth. “Suck it clean, bitch, ” he commanded. I did as I was told, savouring the smell and taste. He had been very clever really. Had I been allowed to cum by now, I would probably have not been in the mood for games first thing in the morning but so desperate was my need for relief that I would do anything at this moment.

I hoped by pleasuring him, he would reward me.

I was disappointed. A few minutes in, he withdrew his dick and redid the zip before getting up and without speaking, leaving the room. I heard him in the bathroom then I heard him upstairs.

I was left alone for some time and began to drift back to sleep, despite my discomfort, when he suddenly returned.

I was de-mummified and the hood was removed from my head. I blinked in the morning sun.

“You may remove the but plug and you have 15 mins for shit, shave, shower. Then I want you upstairs wearing this” he said, flinging the slave pouch at me. “But before I let you go, I need to put this on to make sure you don’t play with yourself.”

He produced the CB3000 chastity device which he quickly fitted and padlocked in place. My cock was now encased in a tough plastic prison and out of bounds.

“15 mins – Go!” he snapped and I dashed past him to the bathroom. He slapped my ass as I ran by.

Once alone, I was able to take care of my toiletries and freshen myself up but I couldn’t so the one thing I really wanted to do – wank!

15 mins later, I stood before him once more, wearing the slave pouch as instructed. He was sat on the sofa wearing my dressing gown and smoking. He had the Cat o’ nine tails with him.

“Very good,” he commented, looking at the clock, “Now in the kitchen and make my breakfast. I will have coffee and egg on toast. You will have bread and water.”

I nodded. “Yes Master” and set about my task.

I could hear him on his mobile phone as I worked but could not hear what was said. I wondered if his threats about Jim from last night were true but didn’t think my best mate would go along with something as cruel as that.

When I returned with a tray bearing our breakfast, he was off the phone and seemed pleased. I put the food down and he made me eat mine on the floor. After breakfast, I was made to wash the dishes as he whipped me for every fault he could find. Then I was sent down to the bathroom with orders to prepare a bath.

I did so and shortly, he joined me. He put the hood back on me and then dis-robed and climbed into the foamy waters.

“Now, slave, clean me!” he ordered. Carefully, as I could not see anything, I began to soap up his muscled body and wash him all over. If I had not been hooded, it would have been a horny experience. The fact I was hooded, made it 10 times more horny. I could feel every bulge of his muscles in my hand but could not see! Real torture beyond anything I had experienced before. My cock strained against its plastic prison.

When he was done, he ordered me to towel him down then he left me alone, temporarily, whilst he dressed.

When he returned, the hood was again removed. He had assembled various tools and it was clear I was to be shaved and trimmed as he had explained the previous night. The CB3000 was removed and my pubic and body hair was shaved along with my head whilst Immac was spread between my ass cheeks and left to do its work. Five minutes later, I was made to get into the bath – the same water he had used which was now cooler and bubbleless – and I cleaned myself off. He watched me carefully to ensure I didn’t touch my cock.

When I was done, he ordered me to stand in the bath whilst he applied baby oil all over my hairless body. The touch of his hands on my smooth skin sent my cock into overdrive and I felt I would cum from the feelings alone. But I didn’t and before we left the bathroom, he reapplied the CB3000 and hood. I was taken back into the dungeon and forced into the .

He locked it shut and I was left once again in the dark and unable to ease the pressure in my aching bollocks.

I again drifted off to sleep, despite being cramped and having only a single blanket to wrap myself in. My uneasy dreams were full of dark happenings and I awoke several times. At one point, I imagined Jim and Darren were stood laughing at me in my humiliation.

Then I awoke. It was not a dream. Although I couldn’t see, I could clearly hear Jim’s voice. He was here, in the room, alongside my Master.

“Get him out” I heard him say and then heard the padlock being opened.

“Out” Darren commanded. Reluctantly, I obeyed. I didn’t want to play – not in front of Jim. It was too humiliating. Too embarrassing.

I was stood before them, naked but for the chastity device on my cock and the hood over my head. I guessed this made it easier for them to look at me for they didn’t have to look into my eyes but, knowing they were seeing me like this, didn’t make the humiliation any less for me.

“What can we do with him?” Jim asked

“Anything you like” Darren replied. Then he snapped “On the bed, face up”

I was half pushed into position and quickly my wrists and ankles were secured so I was spread-eagle. The CB3000 was removed and replaced with the studded parachute. Darren explained to Jim about the tiny spikes inside then I felt pulling on it. It hurt and I winced. Jim laughed and I felt more force on it. Then I heard rattling of chains and they somehow managed to secure a constant upward pressure on it meaning my balls were continually subjected to dozens of pin-like pricks. I moaned in pain.

“What do these do?” I heard Jim ask, wondering what he was referring to. I soon found out as I felt clamps applied to each nipple, biting hard and deep. This time I yelped with the pain but that seemed to encourage them.

“Try this” I heard Darren say. I braced myself for whatever was to come.

Suddenly I felt a searing sensation on my chest, making its way down towards my navel. I cried out in the mask, guessing Darren was introducing Jim to the delights of hot candle wax on my body.

“Try it on his balls” Darren suggested.

I yelled “No!” but it was too late. The hot wax covered my balls and I screamed.

My mind was clouded with the pain but my cock, also now being coated in hot wax was harder than steel. Here I was, a worthless piece of meat, providing entertainment for two men. And why shouldn’t I? That was all I was fit for. They were men, it was their right to use me in whatever way they desired.

The pain was now intense in my balls, my nipples and from my cock.

“Want to make him really suffer? Watch this” Darren said.

I was ready to scream. I was ready to shout out my safe word, though I didn’t think it would do any good. The nipple clamps were removed and the relief was overwhelming. The studded parachute was removed. It felt amazing to have my balls free. Something cold soothed the burning sensations of the hot wax.

Why had he stopped hurting me – or was he just building up for the big one?

I tensed up and prepared for massive pain. And felt nothing, Nothing except his hand on my balls. And then on my cock. His hand, covered in baby oil. Working me. Slowly. Gently. I writhed on the bed. Fuck this was beautiful. He teased my balls, gently squeezing them in his hand. He knew I liked that.

“Ohhhh Fuckkkkk! I exclaimed, my mind on another level with so much pleasure after so much pain.

“You like that?” he asked, softly.

“Yes Master” I replied, squirming and pushing myself up off the bed toward him.

“Pleeeeaaaaasssssseeeeeee” I begged, wanting him to go harder, faster. Wanting him to let me cum. But he continued at the same slow, steady pace.

“What are you?” he asked.

I paused for a moment then replied. “I am yours, Master. Whatever you want me to be. I am your slave, your toy, your piece of meat. I will do anything for you Master, please…”

He laughed and stopped all contact with me.

“No…Master!” I begged, “PLEASE!”

“See how easy it is to control a fag” he said to Jim, who also laughed.

“Do you want our cocks?” Darren asked me and I replied instantly

“Yes Masters”

I didn’t even realize I had said it until Darren pointed it out. “It seems you are now also his Master, Jim”

Jim laughed again “fuckin’ queer!” he exclaimed.

I heard Darren unzip his jeans and then heard Jim do the same on the other side of me.

“Our cocks are out” Darren said, “Here they are” and I felt something brush passed my hand on Darren’s side. Of course, my hands were tied to the bed and I couldn’t move them but it didn’t stop me straining against the bonds.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell, Jim, that’s massive” Darren said, laughing.

I had no way of knowing whether they really did have their dicks out or not as I was still hooded but my imagination had taken over.

“PLEASE!” I begged again.”PLEASE MASTERS! PLEASE HAVE MERCY”

”What do you want?” Darren asked. “Tell Jim and me what you want”

With no thought of my dignity, I pleaded to be allowed to suck them both off. For them to fill me with their spunk. To be fucked. To be spit-roasted. To be ridden like a bitch. To be made to satisfy their every fetish and desire.”

I was now so desperate to cum and to be used by these two men, I really would have done anything they demanded of me.

Instead, they left me to one side and both climbed onto the bed next to me. I heard various muttering and laughing and I felt a faint thud thud thud. I strained to hear, from inside my hood, what was going on.

I heard gasps and moans of pleasure and whispers of “Yeah, that’s good”

Like a bolt of lightning it hit me! They were wanking each other off! Of all the tortures I had endured today, this was surely the worst. Not just two young, fit, straight guys wanking each other off but THE two fittest guys in my life, doing it here, right next to me. And I was too well restrained to move a muscle, let alone join in and too well blindfolded to see a thing. But I could feel the bed shaking with their movements and hear their gasps of pleasure and delight. And I cried! I cried in frustration and desperation. I cried real tears and lots of them. I sobbed and yelled and struggled but they ignored me, too far gone in their own pleasure no doubt. Pleasure that should have been mine. Despite my agony, I calmed myself as I could hear from their sounds that one or both of them was getting close to cumming.

And I SO wanted to join them.

Then I heard a shout and felt warm liquid splatter across my cock and balls. I yelled out in disbelief. “PLEASE” I shouted, “PLEASE – LET ME HAVE IT!”

The first wave was quickly followed by more until my cock and balls were dripping with thick creamy straight-boy spunk. I writhed and shivered in unbelievable ecstasy but at the same time sobbed and cried in frustration.

I felt some of it being scooped up from across my balls and then the zip was opened on the mouth slit. Fingers were pushed into my mouth and greedily I sucked – on yoghurt!

I heard the two of them laughing loudly at me, no doubt finding humor in the way I had completely humiliated myself before them. Thinking it was all real, imagining them with their cocks out and wanking, I had promised them anything and everything in return for a share in their fun. I had debased myself and it had all been a big joke.

I felt utterly defeated. Worthless. Useless. Inferior. My dick now lay limp and lifeless though my balls were still swollen and aching. I didn’t deserve to cum. I had been used and abused by two straight guys and I felt broken and sub-human.

I began to cry again as they left the room, still laughing at me.

I must have cried myself to sleep because when I awoke, I was being manhandled. The restraints round my ankles and wrists were removed and I was told to stand by Darren. The hood was not removed but the eye slit was opened and I was half dragged to the toilet where I was told to do whatever I needed.

I could not see or hear Jim. I had no idea of the time or how long I had been asleep though it seemed to still be daylight.

It was difficult to use the toilet whilst being watched but I managed somehow, taking every opportunity to stretch and flex my stiff limbs and muscles.

I was then led upstairs into the lounge. Jim was there, sipping from a can of beer.

He stood up and came towards me, zipping the eyeslit shut before taking me completely by surprise by grabbing my balls sharply and squeezing them. I winced.

My cock instantly leapt to attention. I was shocked. This was the first time, to the best of my knowledge, that Jim had ever touched me in that way. He seemed to enjoy the reaction and flicked my knob, causing me to wince again and wobble slightly. I had no time to enjoy this latest development before Darren said “ him, then” Almost at once, Jim yanked my arms behind my back and I felt solid steel handcuffs around my wrists. My feet were bound together, also by Jim, I guessed.

Then, what I guessed was a duvet, was wrapped around me tightly and secured with rope. This in turn was lifted – complete with me inside – into some kind of large bag or sack. I felt the top of the sack being tied and I was then hoisted into the air with some effort.

All sounds were muffled inside this new prison and I was still wearing the hood so it was extremely dark. It quickly became very warm too.

I dangled for a few moments as I heard Jim talking to Darren, he seemed to be explaining something.

Then I felt a blow to my side, cushioned by the padding surrounding me. Then another. And another. Some laughing, some talking; then another blow followed by a series on various parts of my body. I was being used as a human punch bag.

Although I was protected, some of the blows were quite hard and I felt them, even through the duvet.

I was getting hotter and sweating. Breathing was difficult and several blows had partially winded me. I didn’t know when or where the next one was going to land so I couldn’t prepare for it.

This went on for ages and despite my protests, they continued, turning the music up to drown out my cries.

Eventually, I felt myself lowered and I dropped to the floor. I was released from the duvet. They examined me for bruises, laughing at the marks on my battered body.

I was then released from the cuffs and fitted with a collar and lead around my neck. I was given the leather chastity belt to wear but Darren made an adjustment so that a long piece of string was tied around my balls first. I was then locked into the belt but he gave a sharp tug on the string, telling me that was their signal if they wanted me for anything.

I was made to crawl to the kitchen, led on the lead by Darren, and told to make them both dinner whilst they were in the study, surfing the net.

I set about the task, grateful for some time on my own where I could move my arms and legs and was not being beaten or abused.

However, my cooking was interrupted by frequent tugs on the rope as they demanded more beer, biscuits, updates on the food and various other questions I suspected they devised simply to inflict pain on my poor aching balls.

Eventually, I finished my task and brought them two large plates of tuna & pasta bake with garlic bread. They made me sit at their feet and Darren hand-fed me scraps from his plate. Jim put his on the floor when he had finished and ordered me to lick it clean.

I was quite hungry so was glad to eat, though licking from a plate on the floor like a dog was a humiliating experience. Darren gave me a couple of slices of dried bread and a glass of water and told me I had been a good boy.

I began to hope that my ordeal was almost over. After dinner, I was made to wash all the dishes and clean the kitchen – which I was left mostly in peace to do.

Then I was hauled back into the lounge, again crawling on my hands and knees, and told I was to be a footstool and coffee table for them whilst they chilled out.

Hardly daring to move, they rested their feet, and an ashtray, on my back and chatted together. It seemed they were planning to go out to the pub and were debating which one.

Eventually, they decided and I was taken back downstairs and padlocked into the  – the end of my ordeal, I hoped. I heard them moving about up and down stairs, getting ready but they didn’t bother with me anymore.

Locked in the cage, with my cock and balls inside a leather prison and a hood over my

head, I was far from comfortable. The pressure in my balls was immense and I couldn’t help but think about all that had happened to me over the last 24 hours which gave me an instant erection.

However, they hadn’t finished with me yet! I was dragged out of the cage. My hands and feet were tightly bound and I was placed into a sack or bag – without the duvet.

I was breathing heavily, not knowing what to expect. They carried me out of the house and put me in the boot of Jim’s car. Then the boot slammed shut.

Moments later, I heard the car doors slam and the engine start. A sudden jolt and we were moving.

Jim must have decided to take the bumpiest roads he could find and drive as erratically as possible because I bumped and banged around in the boot until I began to feel quite sick. My plea’s for mercy were drowned out by his stereo system.

Clearly, they did intend to go the pub because eventually the car stopped and I heard the doors slam again. The boot was briefly opened and a finger prodded me. When I responded, Jim laughed and said “He’s still alive”. Then the boot slammed shut and I was left alone.

I was cold and scared. I couldn’t sleep but I couldn’t move, either. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before they returned to the car.

They checked on me once more before setting off. The journey back was even worse than the journey there. Maybe Jim had been drinking or maybe I was just more bruised and sensitive but I seemed to feel every lump and bump in the road.

When I was eventually lifted from the boot and returned to the house, I was very relieved. I was removed from the sack and thrown into the bed, still bound. The light was switched off and I was left alone.

Despite my bonds, I drifted off to sleep very quickly, being both emotionally and physically exhausted.

Once again, I was awoken from my sleep by movement. Once again, I had lost all track of time.

It felt like my bonds were being removed. I stretched my tired muscles as soon as I was freed. Then, the hood was removed, too. It was dark in the room but for a single candle burning.

I was aware that it was Darren who had removed my bonds. He was lay on one side of me. To my astonishment, Jim was lay the other. Both were topless. I couldn’t see what else they wore as, like me, they were beneath the duvet.

I lay still, hardly daring to breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

My heart sank as I was once again tied, spread-eagled to the bed. I wondered what torture awaited this time and I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes – when would it end?

Softly, I heard Darren whisper “Poor slaveboy. He has suffered so much today. His puny body is battered and bruised.” And he began to gently caress my outstretched arm. I tensed myself, waiting for the pain – but there was none. He continued gently massaging my arm and I felt Jim do the same on my thigh.

Yet again, my cock stiffened, still in its confinement. So this was their torture. To tease me as they had done earlier. I tried not to respond but their firm manly hands working my sore and aching muscles felt divine. Darren’s hand moved to my chest and began to gently squeeze my nipple. I waited for him to pinch but he didn’t.

Jim’s hand moved to the top of my thigh and he stroked around the leather belt.

I groaned in pleasure – despite my attempts to hold it in – and threw my head back.

“PLEASE” I begged again despite knowing they had ignored all of my begging and pleading throughout the day “Please don’t tease me, Masters. Just do what you are going to do and get it over” My voice sounded weak and pathetic.

Jim replied, “We’re not teasing. You have done really well and you deserve this reward.” And I felt him fumble with the padlock on the belt for a moment and then it clicked open. He removed the belt and my stiff cock sprang up, my two heavy balls hanging large in their sac.

Darren continued to tweak my nipples as Jim’s hand grew ever closer to my balls. As he touched them, I arched my body in ecstasy. Darren had chosen that same moment to bite my neck – not to inflict pain but maximum pleasure. I felt my cock shoot out great strings of hot gushing semen. I didn’t want to cum so soon but my body was under their control. I yelled out “Oh Fuck! Oh God!” as I pumped out more and more of the sticky white substance, drenching myself in it. My body spasmed as waves of intense pleasure shot through me.

I think they were impressed at themselves and the effect they had on me. I was disappointed. I felt robbed of what could have been a much longer and more pleasurable experience.

I lay on the bed, shuddering for a moment until Darren grabbed a towel and cleaned me up. I was still tied and couldn’t move.

“Do queers always cum that easy?” Jim asked. I shook my head. “No Master” It seemed odd to call him Master but after what I had been through, I knew I would never be able to think of either of them as equals again. They had broken me and made me theirs.

I lay, looking at Darren, waiting for further instructions. To my great surprise (and pleasure), they picked up where they had left off. Darren began running his hand over my chest while Jim fondled my balls, no longer swollen or aching.

My cock lay to one side, at rest, but I felt it begin to stir again. I lay back, savoring the moment. All the pain and all the suffering had been worth it for this. The two most important guys in my world, the two who now owned me, were pleasuring me.

Darren began stroking my neck whilst Jim’s hand ran lightly over my now hard cock.

I was determined to hold out much longer this time and make the most of this amazing experience.

Darren was tweaking my nipples again and whispering in my ear. Jim was stroking my cock, agonisingly slowly. I strained against my bonds – I SO wanted them both.

As if he had read my thoughts, Darren whispered “Do you want us to take you?” His breath in my ear drove me wild.

“Yes Master” I whispered back.

“Whatever the cost?” he whispered again.

“Yes Master, please”

They stopped for a moment, exchanged some whispered words, then I felt them swap places. Jim was now concentrating on my neck whilst Darren played more firmly with my dick.

“Would you like to taste the Jim cock?” he whispered softly.

I nearly choked there and then. “YES” I said in a definite tone. “YES MASTER”

”While Master Darren fucks you?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing

“YES PLEASE MASTERS”

“Whatever the cost?”

“YES PLEASE MASTERS” I repeated. I had got the idea in my mind and I wanted it more than anything else. I should have picked up on the ‘whatever the cost’ line which both had used on me – but I didn’t.

They re-tied me on the bed in an ‘on all fours’ position

Jim shuffled round in front of me and unbuttoned the fly of his boxers. He pulled out his dick which was semi-erect and already appeared large. He pushed it to my lips which I willingly opened for him.

It slid in and down my throat. I began to suck. It tasted even sweeter than I had imagined. Quickly, it stiffened and became fully hard. It was almost more than I could take. But I was determined to give him the blow-job of his life, even if it choked me in the process. I began to build up a rhythm and he sighed, as if in pleasure.

Suddenly, I felt Darren’s cock sliding between my spread legs. It hurt as he entered and I tried not to let the pain distract me from sucking Jim’s now huge cock.

I was finding it hard to breath with Jim’s cock in my mouth and Darren’s up my ass but I concentrated on getting synchronized so that as Darren pushed in, which pushed me forward slightly, I went down on Jim.

Ever since I had known them, I had fantasied about this and now here I was, getting spit-roasted, by my two former best mates – now my owners.

This was my sole purpose in life, this was why I was here; to serve these two young studs.

The pace quickened now as Darren’s relentless pounding became faster and harder. This caused me to push deeper down on Jim’s solid meat. I cradled his big hairy balls in my hand and he seemed to like that. Moments later, I felt him tense. Then he exploded. Hot spunk fired down my throat like a bullet from a gun and he gave a yell “Swallow it bitch!” I didn’t need telling. Greedily, I milked every last drop. Moments later, I felt Darren shoot his load inside me.

I didn’t care about humiliation anymore. Only men could be humiliated. I had gone past that. Why should a slave feel humiliation – it was part of my role to be used as their fuck toy, to take their spunk.

Darren slapped my ass cheeks hard as he continued to shoot inside me and Jim slapped my face as I licked the end of his knob clean.

They both withdrew and smiled at each other.

Again I was released and given a towel to clean myself up. My cock was still hard from what had just happened but I could see that having both cum, they were now interested in just one thing; sleep.

They tied me back in my spread-eagle position on the bed and settled down, one either side of me. I didn’t mind too much. What had just happened had changed everything. I felt sure it was to be the first of many such sessions and I would have the chance to cum again. How wrong I was to be….!

I slept long and deep that night and awoke the next morning to find myself being untied by Darren. I was ordered to make breakfast and perform various household chores – wearing the leather chastity belt, hood, collar and lead.

Dutifully, I carried out my chores, all the while, reflecting on what had happened last night. Once I had finished, I was given a cold shower and cleaned up by Darren who then informed me that he and Jim were going out. I was made to drink a glass of whisky and swallow four tablets and tied back in my spreadeagled position on the bed. They removed the chastity belt but tied my balls up so tight it made me gasp but I was already feeling a little light-headed as they threw a duvet over me.

I heard them drive off in Jim’s car and thought they had been a little quiet. As sleep overtook me, I wondered where they were going and what else they had in store for me.

My dreams were filled with strange sexual images, no doubt inspired by the previous night’s antics. I dreamt I was being pushed about and slowly realized that I wasn’t dreaming it but in fact I was being manhandled. As I fought to come to from my sleep, I realized that the hood was being removed..

Bright lights were shining down on me. My head was spinning.

I blinked and saw both Jim and Darren in the room. Both were wearing surgical gloves and various medical equipment was in evidence.

“Slaveboy,” Darren said in a somber tone, “You are accused of trying to make us gay by enticing us to get involved in sex acts with a male. We have decided that the only course of action to cure this is if you are NOT a male anymore.”

I guessed this was one of Darren’s mock  specialties which he used from time to time to scare me. I felt sick from the whisky and tablets and I had a pain in my groin.

“I don’t feel well” I said. “I’m sorry but can we stop now?”

”I don’t think you understand the seriousness here,” Darren said. “You are going to be castrated”

“Yeah, I know the routine,” I replied, not in the mood for playing, “But I really don’t feel well. Its those tablets you gave me with that whisky. Can you let me sleep it off and we can play later?”

”We are not playing,” said Jim, pulling back the duvet, “This is for real”

I looked down and almost passed out from shock. My balls were swollen and black. They had been tied so tightly, that the circulation had been cut off. Even if they were playing, they had probably done irreversible damage. But I suddenly knew they were deadly serious. I freaked out and began to scream, still staring at my half-dead testicles.

Darren came over and stuffed a sock in my mouth, taping it over with duct tape.

I struggled and yelled muffled shrieks through the gag.

He put a hand on my forehead and spoke softly. “Didn’t you enjoy last night? Don’t you want to do it again?”

I stared at him, wild eyed, and he gazed back.

“We want to do it again. All the time, in fact. But we cant with a man – it would make us gay. But if you lose these,” and he put his other hand on my balls. They were cold and had no feeling. I knew they were almost ruined. “If you lose these, you can be our sex slave . You wont be a man so it wont be gay. And anyway – you agreed to it last night. We said ‘whatever the cost’ and you agreed”

I was shaking. Tears filled my eyes. But I knew it didn’t matter what I wanted. They were going to do it anyway. My two tormentors were going to become my two castrators. They were going to nut me, here in my own bed, in my own home, and I was powerless to stop it.

“We have entonox so it wont hurt,” said Jim, pointing to a cylinder by the bed. “And I have got a load of pain killers, antiseptic stuff a proper scalpel and some superglue so no need for stitches. A simple cut and it will all be over.”

They had it all worked out. A simple cut and it would all be over. My life as a male would be over. I would become a sexless eunuch. Their sexless eunuch; to be used for fucking and sucking whenever it pleased them.

It was my sweetest dream and my worst nightmare in one. I felt sick to the stomach. My head hurt, I felt feint, the pain in my groin had worsened and to add to it all, I had a raging hard on. Darren spotted it. “Look,” he said to Jim, “His dick has decided for him. Cut him.” And with those words, my fate was sealed.

I begged and pleaded with them through my gag but they took no notice.

Jim began to paint the antiseptic solution over my balls and my cock was duct taped to my belly to keep it out of the way.

Darren put the mask that would deliver the pain-relieving gas over my nose and mouth and switched on the flow.

They prepared everything and ran through a checklist before Jim picked up the scalpel. I was glad, in a way, that if anyone was going to nut me it should be my one-time best mate and now one of my two Masters.

Resigned to my fate, I watched – horrified and fascinated – as he located the area he would cut. And then, almost surgeon-like, he began to work with the scalpel.

As the blade cut into the tiny neck of flesh between my cock and balls, I came one long, last time.

It was the last time I would ever shoot my load and was probably the best one of my life. As my scrotum was separated from my body before my eyes, and my cock pumped out jism for the last time, I knew that this was what I wanted.

A life of slavery stretched before my eyes – of being bound and helpless at their mercy. Of being forced to perform for their pleasure and always denied that ultimate pleasure for myself. The only cum I would ever know again would be theirs. Being made to suck their mighty cocks or have them rape me when they desired. And all the time, being reminded of my status by the space between my legs where my balls had once hung.

I felt little pain thanks to the drugs and gasses. Jim’s cut was a clean one and there was scarcely any blood as they had tied them so tightly. He made a neat job of gluing my severed scrotum back together and he applied dressings in a very professional manner.

When he had finished, he stepped back to admire his handiwork and to smile for the camera.

To my astonishment, I realised that they had filmed the whole thing. “We didn’t tell you as we didn’t want you to pose or act up. We wanted it all to be natural.” Jim explained.

“We are gonna put a trailer on the internet but sell copies of the actual .” Darren added. “You will be famous”

“And anyway, its not something we can do again so we figured we needed a souvenir” Jim added, laughing.

I actually smiled back. Already, I was beginning to fall asleep again, the drugs and my emotions taking effect.

“You are gonna be out of action for about a week but when you are recovered, we will have a nice new plaything,” Darren joked. He bent over and kissed me on the forehead. “You have been a good slave today. Now get some rest and get better soon.”

I nodded weakly and watched them both leave the room before finally sinking into a deep sleep – my first as a eunuch.

Fantasy Into Reality

I hit the “Send” button, logged off, closed the laptop and sat back. I was on a business trip to the States and as always I’d arranged some free time in my schedule which was a particularly good thing on this occasion as I’d made contact on the internet with a guy and had arranged to meet him. He sounded interesting and we had some mutual interests.

We’d first made contact on GearFetish and had been emailing for around 6 months. He’d told me that his name’s Joe and that he’s 25 years old. We exchanged photos although by mutual agreement there were no face shots. If the photos really were of him, then he was of athletic build, hairy and – well, interesting.

From the start it was clear that we have a mutual interest in restraints. He said that he’d got a large collection of handcuffs – and he liked using them! His other interest was tight clothes and he left me in no doubt that his particular fetish was tight breeches and jeans. He elaborated by saying that he particularly enjoyed wearing the polyester and spandex 4-way stretch type of breeches – “as worn by motorcycle cops” and he added “but tighter!” Well that was fine by me, here was a guy into cuffs, cuffing and tight pants ….. and he’d suggested a meeting – it couldn’t  be better!

When he heard that I’d be visiting Georgia he immediately suggested a meeting and although it was a tempting suggestion I was naturally cautious.  Was he a bit too eager? What did I know about this guy? Well, not a lot! If he was levelling with me, I knew his name, age and I had a rough idea of his appearance, that was all. So I asked a few more questions and suggested we had a chat on the phone; he sent me his phone number straight away and I called him as soon as I had an opportunity. He answered after a couple of rings and we chatted for several minutes, small talk really but it broke the ice and he sounded like a genuine sort of guy – in fact he sounded very promising, especially when he explained that his place was out in the country, surrounded by fields and woods! I asked him what he did for a living and although he wasn’t evasive I didn’t get a direct answer so as it wasn’t important I let it go, unanswered.

He’d suggested meeting at his place and he was understanding when I expressed some reservations about that (haven’t we all heard the warning “never visit a stranger at his place if you’re alone”!).  So the deal was that he would let me have his address, I would drive to his place, stop outside, sound my horn, he’d get in my car and we’d go off to a bar for a couple of beers and a face-to-face chat so as to decide our next move. That’s why the next email I got from him gave me his address – which was a house in Pine View Road, together with his zip code. I checked it out on Google Earth. Sure enough, it was a modest looking house surrounded by fields and woods – just as he’d said.

Forced to Swallow

We’d talked about it before we met, and again when we met at the coffee shop. Even so, I was still somewhat in disbelief that he was actually going to do it. But here I was in his bathroom, tied to the wall. I was envious of his bathroom. The huge walk-in shower. The urinal he’d had installed. Stainless steel everywhere. This was a man’s shower. And here I was standing against the shower wall, tied with my legs spread and my arms tied up and out at the ’10 and 2′ positions. The gag wasn’t uncomfortable, but it certainly made a good seal. He’d tested to make sure of that. After putting it on me, he’d held my nose and told me to blow. The first time, I’d been able to blow some air past it, but after he’d a few adjustments and tightened it a bit, I wasn’t able to push any air around it. The gag had a small penis-shaped head that inserted into my mouth, with good sized hole through it. Sticking out of the gag was a piece of half-inch thick clear tubing several feet long, with a small spring clamp in the middle of it, keeping it sealed. The other end of the tube was attached to the bottom of huge white funnel, clamped to the shower nozzle protruding from the ceiling, several feet above me. I’d left the method he would use to be his choice. He could use either an open-mouth gag, or a funnel and hose. Of course, the funnel and hose had the advantage that he’d be able to watch me while he did it. Not too surprisingly, he chose the funnel. He’d decided that it would be best without a blindfold so that I’d be able to watch everything, and he’d be able to enjoy the look in my eyes. He’d brought in a kitchen blender, and was setting it up on the counter next to the sink. That only took a few seconds. He’d also brought in a few other things. A couple real big plastic drink cups. The kind you get when you order the huge drinks at one of those corner convenience stores. I think everyone has at least one of those in their house somewhere. He had a spatula, too. I figured he’d use that to make it easier to give me as much as possible. He stopped for a moment, thinking. Then he looked at me, and said “Ok, I think we’re ready.” In just a few quick seconds, he’d taken off his clothes, and took them out to the bedroom. “Don’t wanna take a chance of getting them dirty.” He grabbed a towel, and carefully laid it out on the floor. Then set both plastic cups on the floor as well. He got down on the towel, so that he was kneeling, got as comfortable as possible in that position and picked up the cups. Looking at me, he smiled, “I’ve been holding onto it since yesterday when it looked like we were actually gonna to do this. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a big load for you” With one hand, he placed and held one cup under his ass, while the other hand held the second cup at his cock. A couple seconds passed, and he started to piss into the front cup. it was a pretty big bladder-full. As he finished up, I could tell that he was starting to push his bowels. I could hear small farts and sounds, and then heard shit slide into the other cup. He took a breath and pushed again. Again, I could hear the contents of his ass enter the cup. He kept pushing, I couldn’t hear any more, but was pretty certain that was only because the cup already had a good load in it. Then he pissed some more. After a couple of minutes, he seemed to be finished. Pulling the cup around where we could both see that it was at least two-thirds full of his shit, he chuckled, saying “Wow, I hope you’re hungry, because you’re going to swallow it all.” Standing up, he carefully picked up both cups, placing them on the counter by the blender. He poured half the piss into the blender. “Well, I guess we’ll be doing this in two batches.” Using the spatula, he began scooping his shit into the blender. When he felt he’d added enough, he put the lid on, and pulsed it a few times. That got it to start mixing. Then he turned it on and we both watched, him in fascinated interest, me in something closer to horror, as the piss and shit turned into a brown liquid, looking not to unlike a chocolate shake. A shit shake. Turning off the blender, he picked up the pitcher and climbed up on the short step stool he’d had pre-staged near me. He then carefully dumped the contents into the funnel. It immediately ran down the hose, stopping at the clamp. I though to myself “oh my god”. I knew that all he to do would be to reach up and flip the clamp off of the hose. The nasty concoction would immediately blast down the hose and into my mouth. I knew enough of physics to know that the funnel was high enough that gravity alone would force me to swallow it down. There would be no way for me to keep it from forcing it’s way down my throat. He stepped down, smiled, and said “Half way there.” Returning to the counter, he once again mixed the piss and shit concoction, using the remaining contents of the cups. A moment later, he was on the step stool, and dumped it all into the funnel. Stepping down, he smiled a sort of evil grin, taking a moment to admire the brown soup that was waiting in the hose, stopped only by the clamp. He placed the blender pitcher back on the counter and returned to stand in front of me. “Well, now it’s time, isn’t it? The time for you to do what you said I could force you to do. You’re going to swallow all of it. There’s no tuning back. Truthfully, once I had your arms and legs bound, there was no turning back. But now’s the moment you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?” As if it hadn’t already struck me that this was really going to happen, my mind was now in full recognition. I was horrified at the thought that he was actually going to go through with it. This was what I’d fantasized about. I knew that once it came down to it, I’d back out if I had a chance. That was why I’d made it clear that he needed to make sure that I was tied securely and to make certain that I wouldn’t be able to do anything to avoid it or even to beg for mercy. He’d need to make sure that I couldn’t back out. So here it was. I started shaking my head as if to plead “NO, PLEASE NO!” He just responded with that evil grin once again. “Yeah, you told me you’d want to back out. That’s too bad. It’s time. I want to watch you swallow it. I want to see the look on your face.” He reached up. My heart jumped. He grabbed the hose just below the clamp. I relaxed just a fraction, as I thought that perhaps he was just messing with my head, and may let me go. He carefully bent the hose over on itself until it kinked. Then he grabbed the clamp with the other hand, and pulled it off the hose! My mind started racing. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD He was going to release the kink in the hose, then it would all come flooding down into my mouth! But this was what I wanted. NO! I didn’t want to do this anymore! I made sounds and tried to plead with my eyes. He just watched me, still smiling. “How about if I just give you a little taste, hmm?” He carefully released the hose just a small amount, and the nasty concoction began to slowly travel down… ‘NO PLEASE NO!’ I thought. It was almost to my mouth, then it passed into the gag and I couldn’t see how far it was. It hit me. It began to flow slowly into my mouth. Oh god, it was horrible. The taste was disgusting. Lumps and chunks! I didn’t realize that the blender wouldn’t completely liquefy it and that there would be things that would remain basically intact! He forced me to take some of his shit and piss in my mouth, surely he wouldn’t actually go through with making me swallow it. I’d forgotten for a second that he was watching me. “It’s bad, isn’t it? Well, you better start chugging it down, because I’m going to let it go now.” My eyes must have nearly popped out of my head when he said that, because he started to laugh. Well, it was more of a giggle. The kind of giggle that occurs when you experience something truly wonderful. “Ok, well, let’s get you to start swallowing first, shall we?” He looked up and released a little more pressure on the hose. I was immediately introduced to a flow of shit soup. It was no longer the trickle. It was flowing into my mouth. I had to stop it. I tried to blow it out of my mouth, but it went nowhere. He’d done a good job sealing the gag against my mouth. The flow had stopped, but it wasn’t going anywhere. I held it there for a moment. I couldn’t blow any more. I had to stop to breath. I stopped for a moment to take a breath and was rewarded by even more shit in my mouth. What were those lumps? I found myself wondering for a second about what he’d been eating for the past couple of days. Suddenly, I realized my mouth was nearly full. I had to do something quick, or I may drown in shit. “Start swallowing.” Almost as if his words had struck a chord, I swallowed. It must have been an instinctive reaction to my mouth filling up. It was a big gulp. I swallowed the shit/piss mixture. More flowed into my mouth. I took another deep gulp. “Yeah, swallow my shit and piss. You like that, don’t you? Well, now that you’ve gotten started, let’s get this going.” He let go of the hose. The flow into my mouth became a flood. It was blasting into my mouth. I swallowed. It was just an instinctive reaction. I fully realized what was happening. What I was doing. What I was swallowing. It was horrible, disgusting, putrid. I swallowed again. I wasn’t keeping up. My mouth was filling too fast. I swallowed again. And again. I started swallowing the shit soup as fast as I could. I was keeping up now. He’d done it. He’d turned me into a toilet. His toilet. The receptacle for his shit and piss. The lumps. The chunks. The stench. I swallowed it. I swallowed again. He stared at me and smiled. Almost as if he was in shock or in awe. He giggled again. “Yeah! Swallow my shit! You’re my toilet now.” I swallowed again. And again. “Wow, look at you go. You love this, don’t you?” I became aware that my cock was raging hard. It struck me that I really was enjoying it. No, more accurately, I was LOVING it. I had no choice. I was gulping it all down as fast as I could. I was forced to swallow it, and I loved it. I kept swallowing. gulp. and swallowing. gulp. and swallowing. gulp. I lost track of the number of times I’d gulped down the awful mixture. I just kept swallowing. I had to keep it from drowning me. I became aware that I was starting to get full. Oh no! What if I can’t keep swallowing?! I’ll drown for sure. “Almost done.” I looked up. He was right. The top of the soup was now down into the hose. I couldn’t believe it. I’d chugged down almost all of the shit and piss shake that he made for me. It was still flowing. I swallowed a few more times. Then I found that the pressure was low enough that I could close up the opening to my throat and stop the flow. I was so thankful. “Swallow the rest.” I looked at him. He was just looking at me. “Swallow the rest, or I’ll make you swallow it.” My stomach was full. I just didn’t think I could do it. But I knew he’d force me to do it. I thought for a moment… He turned to the counter and grabbed one of the plastic cups. He filled it with water and climbed the step ladder. “Swallow the rest.” I stared wide-eyed. He poured some of the water into the funnel. Immediately, the pressure increased, and I was again forced into mostly involuntary swallowing. The last of the brown liquid passed through the gag, followed by mostly-clear water. I was able to stop the flow again. “All done. That was fun, wasn’t it?” I nodded. Yeah, it really was fun. I knew that I’d be back, and we’d do this many more times in the future. Heck, maybe he’d even have friends over to try out his toilet.  

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