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.

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“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.

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“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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Careless and Castrated

I had just finished my Ph.D. in December and found myself without any potential employment opportunities in the near future. As luck would have it, a company near my hometown was advertising a position near my hometown. It was my mother who had sent me the newspaper link to the job. Her and my step-dad were getting older and she insisted that I apply for the job and move back home with them so they would have someone to help them maintain the ranch. After applying for the job and getting an interview, I was hired. Now after years of independence, I was moving back home with my parents while I worked to pay off student loans and catch up on credit card bills.

The job was good. I enjoyed the company and the people I worked with. Returning home was awkward for me but there were no issues. I had my own room. Mom made dinner and washed clothes. I spent weekends working on chores outside. My step-dad worked while mom stayed at home. All-in-all, the arrangement was beneficial to both of us.

I had always known that I was gay but never shared that information with anyone other than the random guys I would meet online. I never dated girls and always used my studies as an excuse. After I left for college and lived by myself, I became a chronic masturbator. Mostly, I jerked off to online porn until I discovered the eunuch website and started reading the erotic stories. It wasn’t long before I purchased an elastrator and began to experiment with banding myself while reading the stories. Bear in mind, I had no intention of ever being castrated-I just enjoyed the stories about others being castrated.

Now that I was at my parents house, I was no longer able to masturbate whenever I felt like it so I decided to purchase a chastity cage in the hopes that it would curb my desire. To be honest, it did help quite a bit. The cage was a small steel 1 1/2” Attica Hell extra short model which wasn’t even a tight fit around my flaccid cock. For several months, I would wear the cock cage for two weeks at a time before unlocking it and masturbating. After I had cum, I would put it back on and begin the countdown to my next release.

Now that I have prefaced my story with a little background information, it’s time to explain the rest of the story. It all started after I viewed a pair of pink crotchless panties on Amazon and order them. A little over a week later, the tracking app alerted me that they had been delivered from China. Imagine my surprise when I got home from work and discovered the panties were mailed in a clear plastic wrapper with a description of the panties on one side and my name and address on a label on the other side. Of course my step dad gets home before I do and always retrieves the mail for my mom so they both saw my order. I vowed at that time to never ever order anything from China again. When asked about the panties, all I could do was confess that I had ordered them but that I had done so as a birthday gag gift for a friend that was always whining like a girl. I thought I was convincing. Mom helped wrapped the panties as I carried out the charade. A few days later she asked if I had given them to my friend and if he liked them. I told her I did and everyone got a laugh out of it. Of course I had secretly stashed them away in my closet along with my elastrator. That was strike one in May.

My second strike came less than a month later when mom asked to use my laptop to shop e-bay. I didn’t think anything about it and let her, knowing all my porn was hidden deep within fake file names. There was no way she would discover anything incriminating. What I didn’t count on is that when she opened the internet browser and typed “e” for e-bay in the google search, eunuch.org was returned. No doubt she saw my panic stricken face as she stopped typing and looked at me with disbelief. I explained that google automatically offers suggestions for random websites as you type since it is a search engine. I told her to type “b” and watch as google would return another website suggestion. She did and so did google. I knew google like to offer suggestions for recently visited sites but I was hoping she didn’t know enough about google to know that little tidbit.

While I can’t recall the exact dates of my first two careless acts, I surely remember my third careless act occurred on Saturday, July 15th. I had been working outside all day and drenched in sweat and covered in dirt. When I came inside, I was looking forward to a refreshing shower so I went to my bedroom and stripped naked, tossing my dirty clothes in the hamper in the corner.Coincidentally, this was also my weekend to masturbate so I also decided to remove my cock cage and give my cock and balls a fresh smooth shave while I was in the shower. I tossed the cage on the foot of the bed and took my shower. Masturbation day was typically Sunday morning while my parents went grocery shopping so I dutifully put myself back into my cock cage. It wasn’t until the moment I heard the padlock click that I realized the key I had left in it when I removed it was no longer in it. I frantically looked all over the bedroom and bathroom for the missing key but could not find it anywhere. Strike three. When I looked in the hamper for my dirty pants to see if I had left they key in my pocket, there were no dirty clothes. What I didn’t know was that while I was in the shower, my mom had come into my room to get the dirty clothes and throw them into the washing machine. She spotted the cock cage and the bed and she took the keys.

I had two choices: either confront her to get the keys back or remain silent and locked in chastity indefinitely. One the one hand, I was an adult and if I enjoyed chastity then that was my prerogative. One the other hand, it wasn’t a subject I cared to discuss with my mom. I chose the latter option figuring she would bring it up and then I could explain how it was none of her business. In the meantime, I could figure out a way to remove the cock cage. Point of fact, neither of us discussed it and I found it was impossible to escape from this cock cage.

It wasn’t until the first week of September that I had finally managed to cum again. While reading a hot story on the eunuch website, I was frantically shaking my cock cage while fingering my asshole. I must have hit the right spot because cum began to ooze out of my cock. The sensation was new and unique. My balls gave no indication that I was about to cum nor did my body tense up. If it wasn’t for the puddle of cum, I would not have known that I had an orgasm. Nor did I know that I just cum for the very last time. I often close my eyes and remember that moment. My parents had gone grocery shopping and I was outside on the patio naked. The story I was reading was about two boys lost at sea who were rescued but later castrated by the captain of the ship that rescued them. My cock was hardening, straining to be freed from its tiny cage. As I shook the cage, I could feel the metal slap against the head of my cock and it reacted by straining hard against its confines. I put my finger in my mouth to moisten it with spit and slowly inserted it into my ass. I withdrew my finger and started to slide it back in. The cum oozed out of my cock, dribbling down the shaft of my cock but remaining within the cage until finally reaching my balls. I cupped by hand below my balls and waited for the puddle of cum to form as my seed slowly oozed down the shaft of my cock. My cum was thick and plentiful and tasted like nectar as I licked it from the palm of my hand.

Since I had been in total chastity since July, I hadn’t banded my balls. I tried once but it was too difficult to slip the band over my balls due to the short cage nudging against the locking band. There was just no way to get the prongs of the elastrator over my nuts to the base of my balls. So the elastrator sat in my closet, hidden, unused and forgotten. That is until the end of September. I don’t know what mom was looking for or why she was looking in my closet. All I was to learn later was that she found the elastrator. At the time, nothing was said. I already had three strikes against me: 1) the panty order; 2) the eunuch website popping up on the computer; 3) the cock cage on my bed. Now the discovery of the elastrator had occurred. I suppose it doesn’t take a genius to draw a conclusion. The conclusion may not be correct but the pieces of the puzzle fit together.

It was abnormally hot on the Saturday of October 7th. I had spent most of the day clearing brush along the fence line and replacing damaged sections of the fence. Mom came out to see how I was doing and commented on how nice it looked before asking if I wanted something to drink. “Sure, bring me some lemonade,” I replied. A few minutes later, she and my step-dad returned with a tall glass of lemonade. Being parched, I drank most of it in one gulp. The effects of the large dose of muscle relaxant medication she mixed into the lemonade were almost immediate. My head began to spin and my knees became weak and wobbly. In no time, I collapsed to the ground in a paralyzed state. Conscious but dazed, I was helpless as my step-dad lifted me up and leaned me against the wooden fence. Mom had the rope she used to tie me spread eagle up against the fence. I wasn’t sure what was going on but knew it had been planned. I tried to protest, to demand to know what they were doing but could barely manage to mumble a few syllables before my eyelids grew heavier and closed.

I’m not sure how long I was out but it was pitch black dark when I came to. I immediately realized that I was completely naked and alone. The cold night air sent shivers throughout my body. I tried to call out for help but my mouth had been taped shut. My balls ached immensely, like a bad toothache had migrated to my groin. I was still tied to the fence and tried to struggle free. Some of my strength had returned but I was still too weak to struggle long. I could feel the throbbing pain shooting through my balls as I struggled to free myself. I wanted nothing more than to stop the pain in my balls. I had no idea what was causing the pain.

That night was a living hell for me without any exaggeration. Being tied spread eagle to a fence was extremely uncomfortable. The cold night air chilled my naked body to the core. My imagination ran wild with every noise I heard coming from the wood line. Then there was the intense pain coming from my balls. After all the stories I had read on the eunuch website, I couldn’t help but fear that I was being castrated. When the sun came up, I would see a green band around my dead balls. At this very moment, while I was tied to the fence, my balls were slowly being strangle. I could envision them changing color as they had done so often when I used to band myself. I tried to reassure myself that my parents would never do that to me but began to wonder why they would castrate me. No, somehow the chastity cage was causing the pain. The sun will rise and I’ll see everything is okay. I can attest, being alone in the stillness of a dark night definitely stirs up the imagination.

The pain in my balls intensified over what seemed like several hours. I wished I could close my eyes and sleep through the pain but there was no way that would happen. Then all of the sudden, the pain began to dissipate. I tried to think about it but I couldn’t help but to realize that my balls were totally dead. Time seemed to pass ever so slowly. I thought the sun would never rise but eventually I could see the red and gold hue of morning on the horizon. I was reluctant to look down at my balls but curiosity got the best of me. I was hoping for the best but expecting the worse. The first thing I saw was my cock cage. I was lying on the ground. Instantly, I knew that was not the source of the pain. Lying next to my cock cage was my elastrator.I looked down at my balls. My flaccid cock drooped down over my balls but I could see they were black as shoe polish. Three green elastrator bands were wrapped around the base of my nutsack. I tried to choke back the tears but it was useless and I was soon sobbing like a child.

By the time my parents came out to see me, the sun had dried out the morning dew. Neither of them said a word and of course I was unable to say anything to them with the tape over my mouth. One by one, they each felt and tugged on my balls, both smiling to each other. Mom simply nodded to my step-dad after that. He had come prepared to finish the job. I know he had castrate animals before but I wasn’t an animal and began to fear this would end badly for me. I could only watch helplessly as he proceeded to emasculate me. He held my balls in his hand as he stuck a safety pin through my scrotum sack and closed it. The safety pin was inserted directly below the first green band closest my body. I didn’t feel so much as a pinch as it went in. Next, he took a tube of superglue and began to apply some to each side of the same green band then waited for the glue to dry. Mom picked up the filet knife as my step-dad held onto my balls. I knew there was nothing I could do. Aside from being tied to the fence, I knew my balls were dead. It was way too late to change that. The only thing that could be done know was to cut off the dead balls before they rotted and caused more problems. I remained motionless as my step-dad pulled down on my balls. Mom took that as her cut to begin cutting. I watched as she made one long slice through my nutsack. Just like that, they were separated from my body. Despite the immense pain I had experienced the night prior, there was hardly any pain associated with my castration. I felt the knife slice through my sack but it wasn’t painful at all. I can still remember seeing my own severed balls in my step-dad’s hand. He clenched them in his fist as he reared back and threw them deep into the woods. He had thrown my balls in the direction of the sun. I did see them leave his hand but that was the last time I saw my manhood. Off in the distance, I heard them crash through the leafy tree canopy.

In the days after, we never talked about the incident. My parents never told me why they castrated me and I never asked. It was like nothing ever happened. I just like to pretend that they did it out of love to make me happy. In all honesty, I am glad that I am a eunuch. The day they removed my balls has become the day I became free to be myself. My castration fantasy had become reality. My masturbation problem has been solved. Mom bought me several pair of crotchless panties for Christmas and I still enjoy reading castration stories on the eunuch website without the need to be sneaky about it. I’ve learned to embrace my sexuality and have met several wonderful men on the eunuch website who adore me for what I have become. I don’t need a hard cock or the ability to cum as long as I have a man who gives me his hard cock and cum.