Banded Cyber Slave - Part 1 of 2

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Stephen was a 30 year old who lived two lives. His real time life was dominated by working as an IT manager with staff responsibilities and endless bureaucracy. His mother constantly asked him why he didn’t have a girl friend. His social life was non-existent.

On the home front he’d recently got a house mate to share the rent. Stephen had agreed to let Shaun move in as soon as he came around to view the apartment because he was everything Stephen wasn’t. Straight & homophobic. A sexual animal. A manual labourer on a nearby farming station. Stephen knew it would be frustrating living with someone without telling them he was gay. But he also knew that Shaun was going to be a hot source of sexual fantasies for many months to come.

It was also helpful that Shaun often went away for the week-ends. Like this week-end. He’d left to go fishing with some mates and wouldn‘t be back until Sunday night. Probably drunk. As usual.

Then there was cyber Stephen. Submissive, always horny, and always looking for the type of Master who would satisfy his castration fetish. Over the last two years his cyber activities had developed with increasing intensity, spurred on by his purchase of a cam 10 months ago. He’d started shaving his legs and balls because that is what the cyber Masters had demanded of a good slave on cam. He’d bought a large black dildo - the largest he could find - because the Masters had asked him what toys he had to show them. He’d ordered an EZE Bander over the internet because he was bored with his elastrator and wanted to demonstrate to the Masters that he was committed to being a submissive. And, most recently, he’d started buying pantyhose for the Masters who demanded that he perform as their cyber sissy.

Perhaps Stephen’s excitement over the internet sessions would have waned if he had not met Master John one cold winter’s night. It was rare to find an older cyber Master who was both sadistic and patient. A dominant, bisexual man who enjoyed the idea of slowly building his slave up to a castration session, and then not being angry when Stephen eventually cut the latex bands off his balls to let them breathe again. A man who had experience banding animals, and who liked his slave to be a sissy on cam.

Two months ago their relationship had been taken to different level than any cyber relationship before. One night, in the heat of a hot cyber session, Master John had asked Stephen if he could post Stephen some toys to play with on cam. And Stephen, pre-climax and fully submissive in his role, had typed out his address quickly and hit “enter”. He knew it was a risky thing to do, to let a cyber Master know personal details about a slave. But he also knew it might be the price of keeping his Master’s interest. Besides which, Master John had said he lived in Australia - too far away to be of any concern.

The first package had arrived shortly after Stephen’s disclosure. A plain postage bag with no return address or even an identifying post mark. Inside, tightly wrapped, were two items. A studded leather dog collar. And a leather strap with a red plastic ball-gag.

Master John had shown obvious pleasure whenever Stephen wore these gifts on cam. And the relationship developed as well. Their cyber sessions increased to several times a week. Master John bought a microphone so he could give orders and coax Stephen along the way to his goal. And Stephen’s obsession with the Master began to take over his life.

There was only one thing that Stephen hadn’t told Master John. A small, tiny point he felt that he didn’t need to share. It was pretty irrelevant, he thought, given that they were both enjoying cyber so much.

The secret was that Stephen didn’t really want to be deballed. He wanted to keep his fetish as a fetish. Ultimately, he wanted to make sure his family name was carried on somehow. Perhaps a sperm donation. Perhaps a temporary marriage. He didn’t exactly know what the answer was. But he knew that his castration fetish was different to castration reality and he would never cross that line.

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As soon as Stephen was inside he went upstairs to his bedroom and turned on his PC. It was 8 pm and it had been a hard week at work. For one thing, he could barely concentrate on anything apart from today’s session with Master John.

They’d both set aside this Friday session as something special. Master John’s package had arrived exactly as planned, and Stephen had been instructed to open it during their cam session. Stephen had told Master John all about Shaun so they both knew he’d be out of the house. And Stephen had kept to his preparation promise - not to jerk off for the last week. His balls were big and ready to explode.

“Okay, the cyber bitch is ready for ACTION” grunted Stephen as he typed in his password and stripped off his work clothes. It was time to forget about his real life and enter the cyber space fetish world where anything is possible.

It didn’t take long for Stephen’s cam to light up, flashing his slim, hairless body onto the screen. Both he and Master John were going to keep a copy of the film tonight. The Master had guaranteed that it would be the hottest cyber they’d had yet.

Master John was listed on Yahoo Messenger. He was on-line. As soon as Stephen’s webcam was working the Master made contact and spoke through the microphone.

“Greetings Boy. Have you got my package...? Good Boy. Now we are going to have some fun.”

That was the first sign something was different. Master John’s cam showed that he was not alone. Behind him sat two other men. A large, bear-type guy in leather gear, and a smaller man with facial hair wearing a singlet. Both were slightly out of focus so Stephen could not make out the exact details.

“That’s right Boy, tonight we’ve got an audience. Two other Masters are waiting to see you perform Boy. Now open your gift, Boy.” Master John smiled into the camera, his craggy face and beady eyes making him the type of evil-looking Master Stephen had always fantasized about. His very presence demanded submission.

Stephen hesitated, assessing the situation. It was the first time Master John had indicated that he’d talked about their cyber sessions. Then he shrugged it off. Hell, he had performed on cam to multiple people before. In fact it could be a turn on, hearing Master John tell his buddies exactly how his sissy slave should be gelded and tortured tonight.

The package was well taped, but with some effort it eventually came apart to display four separately wrapped items.

“The soft one first, Boy!” instructed the Master.

Stephen ripped off the plastic to discover something silky. A beige stocking. A body stocking.

“Nice SIR. Just right for a sissy like me, SIR!” he typed into the keyboard as Master John ordered him to put it on.

Slipping silk around his hairless body had become a recent turn on for Stephen. But this was amazing. The hose covered him entirely, from the neck down to his feet. Only his hands and head were free. And then he noticed them.. two holes in the crotch - one at the front and one at the back. He smiled and manoeuvred his ball sac. Out it came, hanging vulnerably in front of the stocking. There was no need to guess what the second hole was for - it matched the size of Stephens’ dildo exactly. Immediately Stephen’s cock became fully erect, pressing eagerly against the mesh. He grinned directly into the cam, and saw the three Masters grin back from their dark window on screen.

There were two small packages and one big one left. Stephen started with the smallest and best wrapped. He was surprised to find that it contained a vial. He unscrewed the lit and inside was a white tablet.

“Don’t be afraid Boy. It is going to help make tonight’s session the best you’ve ever had. You trust me, don’t you Boy?”

Stephen smiled into the cam and nodded agreement. But in the back of his mind his conclusion was immediate. He’d never done drugs before and there was no way he’d be doing them tonight no matter how erotic Master John’s orders were. This man was from another country with a dubious background. He was there for sexual fantasy purposes only, not to supply some sort of ecstasy tablet. Stephen put the vial carefully on the shelf and moved onto the third item.

Now this one WAS exciting. A knife. A big knife. A knife with “castration” engraved clearly on the handle. Stephen’s delight was obvious as he held it up to the cam next to his dangling scrotum. The Masters all grinned back and he could here their murmurs of approval through the speakers.

Finally he unwrapped the larger, hard package. To his surprise this was exactly what he’d been dreaming about buying himself for months. Two cuffs, one pair for his ankles and one for his wrists. But not ordinary cuffs, real steel cuffs. They were heavy and solid with keys in the locks.

“That’s fucking amazing SIR!!! Brilliant!!! You are going to be sooooooooo happy with your slave whore tonight, SIR!!!” Stephen was amazed that a stranger would actually send him such a valuable gift. The whole cyber thing was really starting to pay off!

“Now get that bander of yours Boy and we’ll start the action” ordered Master John. “I think we should be able to break your 35 minute banding record tonight, don’t you Boy?” Stephen detected an excitement in his Master’s voice that he had not heard before. The Master’s lips were thin and quivered eagerly through cyberspace.

Stephen’s whole body jerked with anticipation as he stood up to locate the bander.

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As soon as the slave moved outside cam range Master John turned to the leather man beside him. In the bright light unfiltered by an out-of-focus cam it was easy to spot the gang tattoos on his face and hands. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up.

“So, what do you think? Now you’ve seen the faggot are you going to raise the bet or pull out now?”

The leather man smiled, with the confidence of a professional card shark.

“He’s a fucking wimp, John. We all know what these cyber fag slaves are like, it’s all fantasy for them. Once they jerk off then they’re gone.” He moved in his seat, eyebrows tensing. “I’ll raise the bet from $10,000 to $50,000. Now let’s see YOU put your money where your mouth is.”

“You hear that Tom? You’re the witness here.” John turned to the smaller man, who smiled and nodded. “$50,000 it is then, my friend! I collect $50,000 if this sissy faggot castrates himself on screen tonight”. The two spat into their hands and shook on the deal.

To be continued

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