Following three days of confusion over travel arrangements I finally boarded the 9pm Train to Sheffield. If everything went according to plan I would have created and taken possession of my first eunuch slave by the following morning.
The train crawled north and having been up since 6am excitement warred with exhaustion as I approached my destination. I managed to keep alert by finishing compiling the contract that I hoped Tony would sign when I arrived.
I disembarked at Sheffield and my heart sank as I came out onto the station forecourt and found that no-one matching Tony's description was around. Having little choice I settled in to wait. About twenty minutes later Tony turned up and we headed back to his place. I noted that he hadn't complied with the advance instructions I had given him about dress code and I made a note to punish him for the lapse should he sign the contract.
When we got back to Tony's place he stripped off to reveal strong legs, nice balls and a thick, meaty cock. It also revealed that he had also failed to obey my orders about removing all his body hair. So far he had a 100% failure on obedience and looking at his thick, erect cock I knew exactly what the punishment would have to be.
For half an hour Tony dithered about signing the contract and I tried to persuade him him to do so. But feeling tired and irritable after the journey my temper snapped, "Just sign the fucking thing and get it over with!"
He blinked at me in surprise and looked at me as if I had grown an extra head. But then he gave a little smile and signed. Having taken possession I no longer had to cajole and started giving orders. First I banded his balls and told him to grab a few bits and pieces for an overnight stay. He quickly packed and we headed off towards the coach station to catch the 1.55am coach back to London.
For the first half of the journey Tony squirmed a great deal trying to make his balls comfortable, but there was nothing he could do to relieve the pressure. I just sat there with a raging hard-on the whole time, excited by the knowledge that by the time we reached London his balls would be dead. Occasionally I put my hand across and fondled him to erection and squeezed his balls, but I got less and less reaction as we approached our destination.
When we hit Victoria Coach Station I grabbed a cab; I was just too impatient to hang around for public transport. I continued to fondle and squeeze him in the cab; London taxi drivers are used to about anything. I got horny all over again as even the hardest crushing got no response at all from his balls.
When we got back to my place I took him straight through to the playroom and ordered him to get naked. Realising that he was already committed he stripped quickly and adopted a submissive position; head bowed and hands behind his back. His cock was half hard and his dead balls dangled uselessly beneath it. The sight of his blackened nuts was the most exciting thing I had ever seen and it drove me into a frenzy. I through him roughly down on the playroom mattress and restrained him face down with a pillow under his hips to raise his arse in the air.
Unable to wait any longer I ripped my clothes off and started fucking him. When I finished I turned him over and resecured him before smearing the contents of the used condom all over his face.
After washing my hands I prepared for the final stage of his deballing. I got out the scalpel and slowly sliced right round the scrotum until it came away and the now exposed balls dangling. I brought the empty sac up to his mouth and made him lick it clean before putting it into a jar filled with surgical spirit at the side of the bed.
Then I released his right hand and told him to start wanking and that I would cut as he came. He slowly started working his cock, but as a result of either nerves or the lost sensation in his balls he seemed to have problems maintaining an erection. After twenty-five minutes he still hadn't cum and I was getting impatient again. I gave him an ultimatum - either he came within the next five minutes or I would cut anyway.
It got to the thirty minute mark and he still hadn't made it so I yanked he balls down and stretched the cords. He begged me to hold on for a couple of more minutes. However he'd been told what to expect and he continued to wank furiously as I very deliberately cut the cords that attached his dead nuts to his body. As I popped his balls into his mouth for cleaning he finally came explosively and then dissolved into tears. I removed the balls from his mouth and put them in the jar with his scrotum before moving him to a more comfortable position. Having dressed the wound I slipped into position behind him so I could hug him while he examined the jar and its contents. I can't remember an occasion when I have felt quite so proud as I felt of Tony at that moment and I revelled in the sensation of just holding him.
Eventually as pins and needles started to set in I slipped out from behind him and told him that now was the time for his punishment for his earlier disobedience. He said nothing, just bowed his head. Resecuring him I got out the catheter and inserted it down his cock and a dribble of piss squirted out. I worked him up to erection again and slipped an elastrator band down the length of the catheter and over his thick cock. He winced when the band ws released, but there wasn't nearly the amount of pain involved as there had been with the balls.
I then adjusted the ropes securing his ankles to raise his legs into a sling-like position so I could work on his arse while watching his cock die. Greasing up my smallest dildo I started pumping it into his receptive arse. It didn't take long to work up through my range of dildos and within the hour my second largest was comfortably wedged into his hole.
He looked stunning like that; a wrist thick dildo rammed into his arse, a small patch of blood showing through the wound dressing where his balls used to be and his nearly dead cock twitching occasionally as it tried to reach one last erection.
Tying the dildo into place I sat back to enjoy the view and started to wank. It didn't take long for me to cum again, ramming my cock down his throat as I exploded.
Fingering his cock again I decided not to wait any longer. Taking up the scalpel for the third time I started carefully slicing round the cock just below the ring. Tony grimaced in pain as his cock wasn't quite dead yet, but the pain was muted and he watched in grim fascination as his thick cock was slowly severed.
As his cock was slid down the catheter and off he experienced another orgasm, but whatever fluid was produced was lost in the small stream of piss that emerged at the same time. I placed the cock in his mouth for cleaning and carefully dressed the wound and when I finished I dropped the cock in the jar with the rest of his detached genitalia.
I turned him over for the final time, before plugging in the branding iron. He was looking shattered, but I wanted to do one more thing before releasing him. While the iron heated up I stroked the huge dildo in and out of his arse and enjoyed watching him squirm.
After five minutes or so the iron reached the required temperature and I pressed it firmly into his right buttock. I held it there for about ten seconds savouring the smell of his burnt flesh. When I withdrew the iron it had left a nice clear brand and I felt that I had taken final possession.
All this took place about three months ago. Since then he has received his tattoo and I have placed a D-ring through the skin where his balls used to be. Tonight was my first chance to show him off in all his glory. We came to Berlin for the "Die Knast" halloween special. They have a strict dress code and two doors, one for Masters and one for slaves. Masters have to be in full leather. Slaves get given a plastic bag and a locker to store their clothing - the dress code for slaves is skin.
When he came out of the changing area he looked so nervous with his hands over his groin that I almost laughed. Instead I just walked over and cuffed his hands behind his back and attached a lead from his D-ring to the back of my belt. He was the centre of attention for a lot of the evening, but there was one sub who was completely fascinated. He asked permission to play with Tony and I let him. He spent hours on his knees gently chewing, sucking and licking the root of Tony's cock and though it wasn't easily visible Tony stayed hard all night. I was delighted when he eventually came. It was only a small splash of clear fluid, but it was his first orgasm since his castration and he looked ecstatic while Oliver licked the area clean.
So that's how I came to be in this Berlin flat. Oliver is tied to the bed and his cock and balls are dying and Tony is returning the earlier favour by making sure that Oliver's last orgasm as a whole man is a good one.
11 comments
1 SnapshillBot 2018-05-27
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1 Ed_ButteredToast 2018-05-27
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1 pitterpatterwater 2018-05-27
Sorry, but your fetishes do not constitute drama.
1 Steel_Meme_Dreams 2018-05-27
No kink-shaming
1 MegaSeedsInYourBum 2018-05-27
In this case we'll make an exception
1 DerekSavageCoolCuck 2018-05-27
I noped the fuck out of there.
1 xoiz 2018-05-27
He doesn't do it in case you were wondering.
1 DerekSavageCoolCuck 2018-05-27
That's a relief.
1 AnnoysTheGoys 2018-05-27
Following three days of confusion over travel arrangements I finally boarded the 9pm Train to Sheffield. If everything went according to plan I would have created and taken possession of my first eunuch slave by the following morning.
The train crawled north and having been up since 6am excitement warred with exhaustion as I approached my destination. I managed to keep alert by finishing compiling the contract that I hoped Tony would sign when I arrived.
I disembarked at Sheffield and my heart sank as I came out onto the station forecourt and found that no-one matching Tony's description was around. Having little choice I settled in to wait. About twenty minutes later Tony turned up and we headed back to his place. I noted that he hadn't complied with the advance instructions I had given him about dress code and I made a note to punish him for the lapse should he sign the contract.
When we got back to Tony's place he stripped off to reveal strong legs, nice balls and a thick, meaty cock. It also revealed that he had also failed to obey my orders about removing all his body hair. So far he had a 100% failure on obedience and looking at his thick, erect cock I knew exactly what the punishment would have to be.
For half an hour Tony dithered about signing the contract and I tried to persuade him him to do so. But feeling tired and irritable after the journey my temper snapped, "Just sign the fucking thing and get it over with!"
He blinked at me in surprise and looked at me as if I had grown an extra head. But then he gave a little smile and signed. Having taken possession I no longer had to cajole and started giving orders. First I banded his balls and told him to grab a few bits and pieces for an overnight stay. He quickly packed and we headed off towards the coach station to catch the 1.55am coach back to London.
For the first half of the journey Tony squirmed a great deal trying to make his balls comfortable, but there was nothing he could do to relieve the pressure. I just sat there with a raging hard-on the whole time, excited by the knowledge that by the time we reached London his balls would be dead. Occasionally I put my hand across and fondled him to erection and squeezed his balls, but I got less and less reaction as we approached our destination.
When we hit Victoria Coach Station I grabbed a cab; I was just too impatient to hang around for public transport. I continued to fondle and squeeze him in the cab; London taxi drivers are used to about anything. I got horny all over again as even the hardest crushing got no response at all from his balls.
When we got back to my place I took him straight through to the playroom and ordered him to get naked. Realising that he was already committed he stripped quickly and adopted a submissive position; head bowed and hands behind his back. His cock was half hard and his dead balls dangled uselessly beneath it. The sight of his blackened nuts was the most exciting thing I had ever seen and it drove me into a frenzy. I through him roughly down on the playroom mattress and restrained him face down with a pillow under his hips to raise his arse in the air.
Unable to wait any longer I ripped my clothes off and started fucking him. When I finished I turned him over and resecured him before smearing the contents of the used condom all over his face.
After washing my hands I prepared for the final stage of his deballing. I got out the scalpel and slowly sliced right round the scrotum until it came away and the now exposed balls dangling. I brought the empty sac up to his mouth and made him lick it clean before putting it into a jar filled with surgical spirit at the side of the bed.
Then I released his right hand and told him to start wanking and that I would cut as he came. He slowly started working his cock, but as a result of either nerves or the lost sensation in his balls he seemed to have problems maintaining an erection. After twenty-five minutes he still hadn't cum and I was getting impatient again. I gave him an ultimatum - either he came within the next five minutes or I would cut anyway.
It got to the thirty minute mark and he still hadn't made it so I yanked he balls down and stretched the cords. He begged me to hold on for a couple of more minutes. However he'd been told what to expect and he continued to wank furiously as I very deliberately cut the cords that attached his dead nuts to his body. As I popped his balls into his mouth for cleaning he finally came explosively and then dissolved into tears. I removed the balls from his mouth and put them in the jar with his scrotum before moving him to a more comfortable position. Having dressed the wound I slipped into position behind him so I could hug him while he examined the jar and its contents. I can't remember an occasion when I have felt quite so proud as I felt of Tony at that moment and I revelled in the sensation of just holding him.
Eventually as pins and needles started to set in I slipped out from behind him and told him that now was the time for his punishment for his earlier disobedience. He said nothing, just bowed his head. Resecuring him I got out the catheter and inserted it down his cock and a dribble of piss squirted out. I worked him up to erection again and slipped an elastrator band down the length of the catheter and over his thick cock. He winced when the band ws released, but there wasn't nearly the amount of pain involved as there had been with the balls.
I then adjusted the ropes securing his ankles to raise his legs into a sling-like position so I could work on his arse while watching his cock die. Greasing up my smallest dildo I started pumping it into his receptive arse. It didn't take long to work up through my range of dildos and within the hour my second largest was comfortably wedged into his hole.
He looked stunning like that; a wrist thick dildo rammed into his arse, a small patch of blood showing through the wound dressing where his balls used to be and his nearly dead cock twitching occasionally as it tried to reach one last erection.
Tying the dildo into place I sat back to enjoy the view and started to wank. It didn't take long for me to cum again, ramming my cock down his throat as I exploded.
Fingering his cock again I decided not to wait any longer. Taking up the scalpel for the third time I started carefully slicing round the cock just below the ring. Tony grimaced in pain as his cock wasn't quite dead yet, but the pain was muted and he watched in grim fascination as his thick cock was slowly severed.
As his cock was slid down the catheter and off he experienced another orgasm, but whatever fluid was produced was lost in the small stream of piss that emerged at the same time. I placed the cock in his mouth for cleaning and carefully dressed the wound and when I finished I dropped the cock in the jar with the rest of his detached genitalia.
I turned him over for the final time, before plugging in the branding iron. He was looking shattered, but I wanted to do one more thing before releasing him. While the iron heated up I stroked the huge dildo in and out of his arse and enjoyed watching him squirm.
After five minutes or so the iron reached the required temperature and I pressed it firmly into his right buttock. I held it there for about ten seconds savouring the smell of his burnt flesh. When I withdrew the iron it had left a nice clear brand and I felt that I had taken final possession.
All this took place about three months ago. Since then he has received his tattoo and I have placed a D-ring through the skin where his balls used to be. Tonight was my first chance to show him off in all his glory. We came to Berlin for the "Die Knast" halloween special. They have a strict dress code and two doors, one for Masters and one for slaves. Masters have to be in full leather. Slaves get given a plastic bag and a locker to store their clothing - the dress code for slaves is skin.
When he came out of the changing area he looked so nervous with his hands over his groin that I almost laughed. Instead I just walked over and cuffed his hands behind his back and attached a lead from his D-ring to the back of my belt. He was the centre of attention for a lot of the evening, but there was one sub who was completely fascinated. He asked permission to play with Tony and I let him. He spent hours on his knees gently chewing, sucking and licking the root of Tony's cock and though it wasn't easily visible Tony stayed hard all night. I was delighted when he eventually came. It was only a small splash of clear fluid, but it was his first orgasm since his castration and he looked ecstatic while Oliver licked the area clean.
So that's how I came to be in this Berlin flat. Oliver is tied to the bed and his cock and balls are dying and Tony is returning the earlier favour by making sure that Oliver's last orgasm as a whole man is a good one.
1 2tb-of-yiff 2018-05-27
that's a fair point
1 32624647 2018-05-27
Can someone please just tell me what's happening in there so I don't have to look
1 Coco_Bandicock 2018-05-27
Are half the words in the title actually words?