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.

How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave

How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave

A young slave begins his life living in lifelong chastity, learning to please his master.

 

I was just about ready to delete my profile on the dating app when he messaged me.

I’d been active on the app for nearly a year, but in that entire time, I’d only gotten a small handful of dates. Even though my profile said “Reasonably Attractive Blonde Twink,” and was filled with flattering photos, mostly selfies I had taken in my free time, I just couldn’t catch anyone’s attention.

Well. I guess it was more that I couldn’t catch the kind of attention I wanted.

I was a natural submissive, had been since puberty. My tiny cock, barely over an inch long, thin, delicate body and curly pale blonde hair gave me the look of someone who was meant to serve on his knees. And I was certain that that was my purpose – to be someone’s perfect and ideal, completely obedient sexual slave.

I didn’t just want to be dominated for one night in bed. I wanted it to be my permanent lifestyle. I would do absolutely anything for a big, strong dominant Master who mixed kind treatment with cruel punishments as I served him every single day of my life.

And then he messaged me, and I got my wish.

His screen name was simply “Master L.” His profile was mostly pictures. Selfies, photos of him at the gym flexing his enormous muscles, even a few photos when he had just gotten out of the shower, his mane of spiky brown hair plastered to his muscular back by the water. Aside from the pictures, there was one simple statement: “Dominating Master looking for a permanent slave”.

He was perfect.

And he knew it, too. His first message to me was a nude photo, specifically a selfie. His muscles looked even more impressive up close. His cock was enormous – easily eight inches longer, and girthy too. It was longer and thicker than any toy I had ever had in my ass before.

His message was just like his profile. Short and to the point. It said:

“You’re looking for a master. I’m looking for a slave. But I have one condition. If you are to become my slave, you will spend the rest of your life locked up in permanent chastity.”

A shiver ran through my pale, lean body as I read Master L’s message over and over again. I’d heard about male chastity, of course – I’d been single for years, so my sex life mostly consisted of browsing the Internet for Dominant and submissive porn. But I’d never even considered trying it out for myself.

Despite my trepidation, I agreed to meet him.

 

 

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How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave – Part 2

How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave

A young slave begins his life living in lifelong chastity, learning to please his master.

 

Master L knew exactly what he wanted. He didn’t even delay things by setting up a date at a restaurant or the movies. He gave me his address and told me to meet him there in three days, at noon, wearing my laciest and frilliest pair of underwear.

Three days later, I was there. He lived in a luxurious penthouse apartment in one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. Even in my nice suit and pink tie, I felt underdressed. Only the pale pink silk underwear decorated with frills, hidden beneath the layers of my outfit, felt fancy enough for this environment.

That turned out to be a good thing. I had barely entered the living room of his huge apartment when Master L commanded me to strip down to my underwear. I hurriedly complied.

“Acceptable,” he said with a lecherous glance at the frilly pink panties.

“Thank you, Sir,” I responded, instantly slipping into my role as his slave and submissive.

While I was only in my underwear, Master L was still fully dressed. Not that that meant he didn’t make an erotic picture to look at…because he most certainly did. He was wearing a tight button-up shirt in a deep crimson red and perfectly cut black slacks. I could see his every muscle clearly defined through the thin fabric. When he turned around to close the blinds on the living room windows, I could see that his ass was firm enough to rival a porn star’s.

“Did I say you could look, slave?” he growled. His commanding voice sent shivers down my spine.

I shook my head. “No Sir.”

His only response was another order: “Get on your knees”. Of course, I obeyed instantly.

The room wasn’t carpeted. Within seconds, my knees were in pain. But I didn’t move.

Master L stalked around me, moving in small, tight circles as he observed every part of me like I was a prize-winning cow. He roughly grasped my chin with his tanned, calloused fingers and pushed my head from side to side. He ran his hands up my thin arms and legs and over the flat planes of my stomach. He tugged on my blonde curls and I had to try not to mewl with arousal. This drew a low, dangerous chuckle from his lips. I wondered for the first time if I might be in over my head.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of examining the rest of my body, Master L placed a single finger on the wet spot that had formed on the front of my panties. He smirked, clearly knowing that it was his touches and his commands that had caused the spot to appear in the first place.

“You follow orders well, slave,” Master L told me, and a flush of pride ran through my body at the compliment. However, he immediately followed it up with a reprimand: “But your cock doesn’t.”

Without warning, he reared back and struck one of my silk-covered ass cheeks with his bare hand. “Did I say you could get hard, slave?”

“No, Master.”

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How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave – Part 3

How I Became My Master’s Permanent Male Chastity Slave

A young slave begins his life living in lifelong chastity, learning to please his master.

 

Master L knew exactly what he wanted. He didn’t even delay things by setting up a date at a restaurant or the movies. He gave me his address and told me to meet him there in three days, at noon, wearing my laciest and frilliest pair of underwear.

Three days later, I was there. He lived in a luxurious penthouse apartment in one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. Even in my nice suit and pink tie, I felt underdressed. Only the pale pink silk underwear decorated with frills, hidden beneath the layers of my outfit, felt fancy enough for this environment.

That turned out to be a good thing. I had barely entered the living room of his huge apartment when Master L commanded me to strip down to my underwear. I hurriedly complied.

“Acceptable,” he said with a lecherous glance at the frilly pink panties.

“Thank you, Sir,” I responded, instantly slipping into my role as his slave and submissive.

While I was only in my underwear, Master L was still fully dressed. Not that that meant he didn’t make an erotic picture to look at…because he most certainly did. He was wearing a tight button-up shirt in a deep crimson red and perfectly cut black slacks. I could see his every muscle clearly defined through the thin fabric. When he turned around to close the blinds on the living room windows, I could see that his ass was firm enough to rival a porn star’s.

“Did I say you could look, slave?” he growled. His commanding voice sent shivers down my spine.

I shook my head. “No Sir.”

His only response was another order: “Get on your knees”. Of course, I obeyed instantly.

The room wasn’t carpeted. Within seconds, my knees were in pain. But I didn’t move.

Master L stalked around me, moving in small, tight circles as he observed every part of me like I was a prize-winning cow. He roughly grasped my chin with his tanned, calloused fingers and pushed my head from side to side. He ran his hands up my thin arms and legs and over the flat planes of my stomach. He tugged on my blonde curls and I had to try not to mewl with arousal. This drew a low, dangerous chuckle from his lips. I wondered for the first time if I might be in over my head.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of examining the rest of my body, Master L placed a single finger on the wet spot that had formed on the front of my panties. He smirked, clearly knowing that it was his touches and his commands that had caused the spot to appear in the first place.

“You follow orders well, slave,” Master L told me, and a flush of pride ran through my body at the compliment. However, he immediately followed it up with a reprimand: “But your cock doesn’t.”

Without warning, he reared back and struck one of my silk-covered ass cheeks with his bare hand. “Did I say you could get hard, slave?”

“No, Master.”

With the third smack, I couldn’t resist crying out in pain. Luckily, he didn’t smack me again, just laughing again – that low, dangerous chuckle of his that I could already tell meant I was in for something equal amounts erotic and painful.

“Well then, we’re just going to have to train it, aren’t we?” Master L didn’t give me time to answer. Instead, he gave me another command: “Stand up, slave.”

I stood. Without warning, he roughly grasped the waistband of my panties and pulled them downwards. With one single tug, they fell to my ankles, leaving my round, red-marked ass and tiny cock on full display for his discerning stare.

To my surprise, Master L laughed again. He pinched my cock between two fingers of one of his massive hands. It was barely the size of one of his smallest fingers. “My, my, slave, I’ve fucked a lot of subs over the years since I first became a Dom, but you have absolutely the smallest cock I’ve ever seen! It’s like a little sissy boy clit! It’s absolutely pathetic!”

He pinched it tightly, causing another drop to leak from the tip. “From now on, slave, this cock belongs to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Already the words came as naturally to me as breathing.

“Your pitiful little cock will be locked up in a chastity cage. Lucky for you, I happen to have one in my collection small enough to fit you. You will be allowed to remove the cage once per week for cleaning, but that’s it. You will no longer be permitted to masturbate or reach orgasm from having your cock stimulated. Do you understand, slave?”

I nodded, the mix of nerves and arousal forming a lump in my throat that made it impossible to sleep.

“I will promise to keep you safe and healthy and not permanently damage your body in any way. In return, you will promise to be completely obedient to me for the rest of your life. You will also turn over possession of both your body and mind to me. I will decide everything about your life, from what you eat to what you wear to how often your slutty little ass will be taking my cock. Do you understand? Later, I will prepare a contract for you and I to sign, but for now, I want a verbal agreement from you. Do I have it?”

“Oh, yes, Master.” I knew I should leave it at that, but it was like I physically couldn’t prevent the words from bubbling out of me. “Oh Master this is what I have waited for for so long. I was born to be a submissive slave to someone Dominant like you.”

My ass received another smack, still on the same cheek as before. Forget red marks – by the time we were done, I was going to have a full black and blue bruise that would take days to heal! “I’m glad to hear that, slave, but you need to learn not to speak unless spoken to or expressly granted permission. Are you going to be a disobedient little brat, or a good slave? You may answer.”

“Good slave! Oh Master all I want is to be your good slave!” I bowed my head, not making eye contact so as not to make Master L any angrier than he already was.

He gripped my shoulder tightly, leaving yet another set of marks, this time in the shapes of his individual strong fingers. “Very very good. Now, come with me.”

He led me into what had to be his bedroom. It was just as lavish as the rest of the apartment – the bed was a full king size, with plush covers and an entire pile of pillows. Of course, Master L did not lead me to the comfortable bed. Instead, he roughly raised my hands over my head and tied them to a hook set in the ceiling.

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Taken

It’s not like is should be a surprise, but it always is. Guys fantasize about it for years. It becomes the focus of all their masturbation. A constant fixation. And yet when it happens it’s always something of a shock. Once they’re roped and gagged, knowing that this is it–that they’re going to be castrated and nothing will stop it, all those years of fantasy seem so pale compared to the heart-pounding reality of the situation.

Will it hurt? Fucking stupid question. Of course it will hurt. Your balls are being cut off! They’re being taken from you by a hunting knife and they’re nothing you can do but steel yourself for the cut.

You’ve wanted it this way. Full force castration. No anesthetics. No pretense of surgical precision, just an alpha male grabbing your sac and taking what is rightfully his.

You’ve been preparing for this moment your whole life. You’ve kept fit, toughened yourself mentally and physically in any number of challenges. But this is what you’ve secretly hungered for. To be taken by force, bound and gagged, legs forcibly opened, crotch exposed, and then brutally castrated by a superior male who will take your balls just for the pleasure of it.

It happens fast. Real trophy hunters don’t fuck around with their prey. You’ve described what you wanted, it was agreed to, and here you are standing at the rendezvous point on a rural road far from town. You’re wearing nothing but boots, a t-shirt, and commando pants, which are straining to contain the iron rod of your erection that you’ve had for most of the day leading up to this. Yeah, your meat knows. You shot your last load as an intact male last night beating off to this fantasy one last time. But now it’s about to become your reality.

Did you hear something? You peer into the darkness. Not sure.

WHAM! You’re knocked to the ground by something big that came up from you from behind somehow. Before you get your wits about you coils of rope have already snared your arms which are being cinched tightly behind your back. A knee is in the small of your back holding you down as a gag is drawn across your still panting mouth. You catch only a glimpse of a thick forearm.

Your still rigid cock is being ground into the dirt as the hogtie is completed. It took less than a minute, and you realize your balls probably have less than a minute left to live.

There’s no talk, no asking “are you sure”. You’re flipped on your back and all you can see is a powerful ass straddling you as his knees dig into your thighs forcing them apart.

Your attacker is naked except for a hunting knife which is strapped to his right calf which he starts to reach for.

Oh fuck, this is it. He’s going to castrate me.

With a couple of slices the front of your commando pants are gone and your sex is exposed to him. Your cock is throbbing wildly now and your balls are trying to crawl into your body.

No use. His meaty left hand grabs your sac and pulls hard trapping your balls, which now belong to him.

Time stands still. A glint of steel then fire. A searing pain floods from your crotch to every point of your body. Your body is dumping adrenaline and endorphins into you so fast you don’t even notice you’re ejaculating.

It’s done. As he starts to stand you notice the heavy balls between his legs–the badge of maleness you no longer have. He shows you the trophy, resting it on your gag so you can smell your freshly severed sac and feel the weight of its contents. It’s still very warm.

He picks it up and leaves. He said he’d call 911 for you. You pass out.

A siren rouses you. Two guys–paramedics–approach. “Holy fuck,” one of them says. The pool of blood between your legs is only slightly larger than the pool of cum resting on your belly. Too much for one load, your attacker must have shot too as he took you.

Blinding light as a penlight is pushed to one eye then the other. A fresh wince of pain as a compression bandage is pushed into your crotch.

“He’s in mild shock, but should be OK.”

“OK, buddy, let’s get you more comfortable.”

They cut the rope holding you and massage a numb arm looking for a vein. As soon as an I.V. needle is inserted a squirt of something warms you and reduces the pain.

Fuck, it really happened, you say to yourself, smiling inwardly. Fantasy fulfilled.

You’re loaded into the ambulance and one of the paramedics is in the back with you while the other one drives.

“Don’t worry, buddy, the doc’ll get you sewn back up in no time.”

As the sedation starts to take hold and you’re drifting away he leans closer and you can barely hear him whisper.

“Thanks for the trophy.”