Banded Cyber Slave (part 2 of 2)

Back in front of the cam he held the tool up so the three Masters could see the device.

“Load the band, Boy” growled Master John. It was a common ritual which still made Stephen horny. With some effort he stretched the band over the two prongs and the hook, then pumped the handle so the band opened up into a big triangle.

“This is it, Boy. Time for your castration, you stupid little sissy. Wrap that latex band around your sac for a final time, faggot!” There was more energy in Master John’s voice than usual, leaving a hot sexual tension in the air. Stephen did as he was told, making sure he was facing the cam so the Masters could watch his ballsac drop into the loop. With a quick flick the band came off the two prongs, leaving it free to be ratcheted tightly around his balls.

“Real nice” coaxed Master John. The two men at his side leaned in closer to get a better view, satisfying themselves that both balls were trapped beneath the ring. They grinned in amazement and kept their own pounding erections hidden.

“Turn around Boy, and seal off those worthless nuts for good!”

Stephen turned around with his butt facing the cam and started pumping the handle. The tool was between his legs now, so the Masters had a good view of the latex band being pulled back by the hook, stretching taut. As soon as it could go no further Stephen pushed another lever which crimped a metal band around the latex, and cut off the wastage. Slowly he removed the tool from between his legs.

The banding was complete.

Stephen glanced at the time on his PC. It was 8.30. He knew that if he was to beat his last record the band would have to stay on until 9.05.

“Good sissy-boy, you deserve to be castrated don’t you sissy?” hissed Master John with distaste in his voice. It was a tone which always made Stephen real hard - the voice of a real man who was both excited and appalled that another male would so easily submit to the gelding process.

“First things first Boy. I want you to swallow that little pill I sent you. It takes about 15 minutes to kick in and should heighten the experience for you. Go on Boy, DO AS I SAY!“ His voice got louder because he could see Stephen’s hesitation.

“Yes SIR” Stephen typed into the cam, before reaching over for the vial. He knew what to do - it was the advantage of having a cam - make it look like he took the pill just to make the Master happy. He held it up to his mouth, put it inside and pretended to swallow. Cautiously he glanced at his own image on screen. In the split second that the cam was sending a pic down the line he spat out the pill - quick enough so the cam did not catch the act. He smiled inwardly to himself. “What the Master doesn’t know won’t hurt him” echoed the voice of sanity in his sexually-charged mind.

“Good little Sissy” smiled Master John, murmuring something to the two other Masters which Stephen was unable to make out.

“Now Sissy, do you have something to write with? A marker pen? Do you have a marker pen, Sissy?” It was an unusual request and Stephen was slightly perplexed.

“I have my red sissy lipstick SIR, is that ok?” he typed into the screen after remembering that there were no pens in the house.

“Lipstick? Ah yes, good Boy. Go get it sissy. NOW!”

Back in front of the cam, Master John gave his orders:

“Okay Boy, now I want you to write in big letters on your chest: “I AM A SISSY FAG - PLEASE CASTRATE ME”. Got that?”

Stephen nodded. It was a good task - a further step towards emasculation without doing too much harm. It wasn’t easy to write on his chest, but the lipstick slid easily across the silky hose. Now he was labelled a sissy, and he liked it.

“Ballgag and collar now, Sissy”. It was a frequent instruction from the Master. Stephen slipped the ball gag in his mouth. It was a big ball, probably too big, and made it impossible for him to make any sound when it was in. The gag strap was like a belt strap, clipping in the right metal hole nicely behind his neck. The dog collar added a further touch of submission.

“Good little faggot. Now pick up that knife and rub it below the band. That is what you want to do, isn’t it, sissy?” Stephen had never held a castration knife against his balls before. As he held the blade against his sac he used his left hand to stroke his engorged cock.

“DON’T TOUCH YET, SISSY” growled Master John, alarmed that his slave might cum before seeing the task through.

“The black dildo next BOY! Time for your master to fuck that smooth little pussy.” Stephen always had the toy ready in the drawer next to his bed. A quick lube and he was plugged. It felt good. It felt right.

“Now it’s time to immobilise you, like a good cyber slave should be, BOY. Put the knife at the foot of your bed, and get the cuffs. NOW!”

Stephen had never seen the Master so tense before. Perhaps it was the presence of the other two Masters, he reasoned, as he lay the knife at the foot of the bed and reached for the cuffs. Or perhaps it was just the pressure on him to carry the scene past their 35 minute goal.

“Tonight I want to see you in the cuffs, SISSY. You can cum for Master as long as you are in the cuffs and under Master’s control. Understand?”

Stephen nodded and smiled into the cam. Cuffs were erotic because of what they represented. Powerlessness. Absolute submission.

But Stephen also knew this was a fantasy. And cuffs could be dangerous.

“Alright Boy. Take the handcuffs first. I want you to be comfortable about putting them on. I know you trust me, but I understand that you’ll want to know how the key works. So I want you to lock the handcuffs and then unlock them. Understand?” This is why Stephen had kept talking to Master John. He could be sadistic, but he also knew there was a boundary of caution, even on cyber.

Stephen clicked the cuffs closed and turned the key. They were locked. He tugged at them and there was no movement. Then he reversed the key. The cuffs clicked open. Easy.

“Good little sissy. Now get on the bed like a good fag. Ankles first. Then wrists. GO!”

Stephen raised the cam so the bed was in full view, and positioned himself on the middle of the bed. The bed header and footer were both made of strong wood planks. Ideal for the purpose of tying someone up and constricting movement.

Carefully Stephen manoeuvred his feet between two wooden planks and snapped on the ankle shackles. “Wow!! That’s really HOT” he murmured into his gag. He looked over at the screen and saw the three Masters watching intently, with evil grins on their faces. It was the hottest scene he’d been in. Casually he glanced at the clock. 8.50. 15 minutes to go. His sac was starting to go numb, which was good. But the ache above the band was also hitting in. It was that ache which would determine whether he bet his previous banding record. If it got too intense he would have to cut the band.

“GOOOOOD little sissy” encouraged the Master. “Now your wrists sissy. Cuff your wrists to the head of the bed. Make yourself submit to me, like you’ve never submitted before BOY!”

‘It should be easy to do’ thought Stephen as he wrapped the handcuffs around one of the bed header’s planks. He checked the key - it was firmly in the lock. He squeezed one hand in the left cuff, the other in the right. Slowly he closed the cuffs. Then they clicked. He was now completely submitting to his Master.

“Oh, you’re a goooooood fucking faggot, sissy!” laughed the Master, his deep voice booming through the PC speakers. “How does that band feel, nice and tight I hope?”

All Stephen could do was nod in front of the cam as he lay flat on the bed. “Fuck this is HOT” he thought, amazed a cyber session could become so real.

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The next 15 minutes were the most sexually charged Stephen had experienced in his life. Master John taunted the slave and abused him. The slave closed his eyes and entered a sexual fantasy world where his balls were cut off and he was transformed into a eunuch for his Master. A life of complete and total submission. Of being dominated and abused. Of being violently penetrated by a massive black cock. Of being a smooth, docile gelding. Of taking hormones and becoming feminized. Of taking testosterone and being re-masculinized. Sucking and being fucked by one Master. Many masters.

Stephen’s real life disappeared and for 15 minutes he WAS castrated. He WAS a slave. He had no worries. No obligations.

It was the most powerful drug you could ever take. It was heaven. And in a world of fantasy and domination, Stephen’s mind exploded and semen shot out of his penis. Like a geyser.

Then the pain in his testicles became too much to bear.

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It was 9.07 on Stephen’s PC. Master John had said nothing about the record being surpassed. Perhaps it was to help Stephen focus on going further and further. But now the time was up and the orgasm had happened. It was time to cut off the band.

Stephen was jarred back into reality. He had to get the band off before his balls were seriously damaged. He looked up at his cuffed wrists and reached for the key.

“What are you doing BOY?” Master John’s voice sounded concerned. “No, DON’T stop now Boy! You’re going to go all the way tonight Sissy. All the way. DON’T TOUCH THOSE CUFFS BOY!!!”

If Stephen had looked at the picture on his screen he would have noticed the Leather Master start to smile. But he was distracted by the cuffs.

He cursed under his breath and into his ball gag. “Damn these things are awkward. I am such a stupid fuck. I should have practiced unlocking the cuffs in this position first!”

Finally his fingers gripped the key. He turned it clockwise, exactly as he had done before to release the lock. But this time the key felt different. It moved once. Twice. And suddenly it turned all the way around. 360 degrees. Without any pressure. And it kept turning.

However this time the cuffs did not unlock.

Suddenly Stephen started to panic. What was happening?? Had the key come out? What should he do?

And in the back of his mind there was a voice screaming louder and louder, pleading with him to undo the castration band around his dying testicles.

He looked at the screen to see Master John’s evil face up close to the cam. He had an unusual smile across his thin lips.

“That’s right SISSY. Tonight we really ARE going to go all the way, aren’t we? Just like you’ve always hoped to, in those sissy faggot dreams of yours.

“Silly sissy. The handcuffs were designed to unlock only once. And you used up your chance, didn’t you BOY!! Poor little sissy. Poor little gelded sissy. But this is just what you wanted, isn‘t it?”

Stephen’s eyes grew wider and wider. “Fuck fuck fuck!!!! He’s planned to castrate me for real!!!” The wave of panic rippled through his body and his flaccid penis stood up straight again, a flag marking the spot for two dying balls. He started to struggle, twisting his legs, his arms, shouting into his gag. But it was all in vein. He’d let a cyber Master take too much control.

The panic took over. Steven shot another load onto the bed.

“Don’t worry SISSY” whispered Master John in a soothing voice. “The pain will stop soon. That is why I gave you the tablet... it is a pain killer. You see, sissy, I don’t really want to hurt you. I just want to help you on your journey to become a gelding.”

Stephen’s mind clouded over as the pain took hold. There would be no pain relief for this castration. He tried to think. When was Shaun going to be back? In two days. Fuck, in two days!!

The pantyhose was drenched in sweat now. All Stephen could do was lie and wait for Shaun to untie him. He looked up at the camera and across to his PC. Master John was talking to the other masters. He was very happy. Very very happy.

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Two days later Master John made sure that his cam was on to video the rescue. It was after 10pm when Shaun came into Stephen’s room, drunk and cursing. For a minute he stood and stared, stupefied at the sight of his roommate being tied up and dressed in pantyhose like a fem sissy.

Then he read the lipstick instruction on Stephen’s chest.

“Jesus mate!” he cursed, in his drunken rage, noticing the castration knife still on the foot of the bed. “If you’d said you were a faggot earlier of course I would have deballed ya!”

Stephen’s eyes were open but he didn’t have the energy to struggle. The ball gag kept him silent as Shaun held the blade against his nuts.

“Always glad to help out a MATE” Shaun growled.

The knife worked like a charm.

And Master John had a video worth even more than the $50,000...

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