Cadets

By: Littledick

I belonged to the Navel Cadets and the rowing team at the private school I attended. We used to have so much fun especially in our senior year. Several of us loved it even more seeing others in their uniforms and looking at the others in their rowing nicks. Nothing was more exciting that a bulging basket in a uniform or a shapely defined outline in the rowing nicks we had to wear as team members.

Ken, Ralph, Tom, Adrian and myself are good mates who screwed around together all the time. The five of us were in both the Cadets and Rowing Team at school. Whilst there was another two dozen guys in the rowing team none of the others were real stunners. Most of them were up themselves; prudish snobs and the five of us were only tolerated because we were extremely good at the sport. However the Cadets had heaps of stunning looking hot guys. Some of them showed plenty of interest particularly in me. Whenever I was in the showers the place was packed with guys eyeing me off. I could tell a few of them wanted to play with my cock and balls but didn’t have the guts to make the first approach and I wasn’t going to make it easy for them. A couple of the guys couldn’t hide their rising erections as they perved on my mates and me.

It was our end of year Cadet Camp that my life changed and the lives of my four mates. We had won the inter school Cadet games and were celebrating at the camp. Several days into the camp one of the junior groups had gotten into difficulty with their boat and hadn’t returned to camp like all the others. My four mates and I were sent out to assist them and get them back to camp seeing we were the oldest and all over eighteen. We had a long distance to cover and they were well out of site of the camp site boundaries when we came across them sitting on the bank after abandoning their boat that was half submerged in the water. I wondered why they weren’t trying to bail the boat out but thought nothing more of it. As we got closer a couple of us made a comment that this scenario didn’t look quiet right but it was hard to say why we through this. Many of the younger guys in the Cadets were unknown to us but they all seemed to know us. That wasn’t all that uncommon in school Cadets thou. It wasn’t till we had moored our boat and all gotten ashore before we realised that it was an ambush and that the boys on the shore were not from our school. We didn’t have time to think about it when a dozen adult males with guns came over the rise and captured us. We were dragged off bound and gagged into the bushes.

The boys we had come to help were released and forced into our boat and told to go back to the camp. We never saw what happened to the boys that were on the shore when we arrived. Our guys would have been tired and it would have taken them quiet some time to get back to our campsite and raise the alarm. By the time the kids got back to camp and some of the leaders came after us it would have been dark and we were long gone and no where to be found. Our clothes we cut off us with the hoots and hollers of our captors as they saw how well endowed we are. We were thrown into the back of a cattle wagon and driven off to an unknown destination. The five of us were cold and tired when we arrived at our final destination. Most of us had pissed ourselves with the cold and fear of what was going to become of us. It was obvious that we had been taken to an isolated station as we had travelled for hours and had not come across another place during that time. So we could scream and shout and no one would hear us. If we escaped we had no idea where we were so we would probably perish trying to find our way out.

We were unceremoniously tipped out of the van and taken to a barn like structure. Once inside we were pushed into a sunken tank like construction that had a roof on it. Once locked in we managed to get our gags out at the time some sprays burst into action around the roof of the tank. There was no way of escaping the fluid, besides that the tank was also filling with the stuff. Time seemed to stand still and disappear as our ordeal moved on. We had now been drenched in the stuff and at one stage we were swimming in the solution it was that deep. It was dark once the ordeal had stopped and the tank began to drain. We huddled together on the floor of the tank and must have gone off to sleep when we were woken by being sprayed again. This happened to us several times before we realised that it was either morning or someone had turned on some very bright lights. Amazement showed on all our faces as none of us had any hair on our heads or bodies. We were five bodies of total smooth nakedness. We were eventually taken to a cage and locked in, we were given some food and forced to wait again.

Suddenly the barn doors were flung open and we were blinded by the daylight streaming in. Several people came in but we couldn’t make out who they were at this stage. Each of us were fully inspected and gone over. The inspectors did not say much and if we spoke or tried to ask a question we were immediately pounded in the balls by clenched fists. The command “mark them” was uttered and most of the people left again. Each of us was taken inturn to another room and branded five times before being returned to the locked cage to lick our wounds. I was the last boy to be taken into the room. They seemed to be playing extra attention to me. I could only guess it was because I had a bigger package that my mates. Each of us was branded with the “Omega” symbol on the higher part of our right hand butt, calf of the right leg our pubic area and the centre of our cock heads. I was glad I was gagged when it was done as it hurt like hell. Once we were all back in the cage several guys stood on the top of the cage and pissed on us. As their warm urine flowed over our bodies and hit our brandings they stung like a million bees had attacked us all at one time. We all spent a very uncomfortable night with our bodies racked in pain and smelling like piss until we were hosed down in the morning. The high-pressure hose smart as it removed the beginnings of a healing scab on our brandings. A couple of days passed before they started on us again.

Once again we were lined up and a couple of guys arrived that looked like they were in charge came over and inspected us. We were measured in every detail and records kept. The station owner took a real interest when they measured me and called out eight inches slack and then they made me pump it up. Thirteen and a half inches erect and six and three quarters of an inch around the circumference. Balls hang seven and a half inches from base of cock. Two large balls the size large heavy plums. Succulent well-formed bubble butt with a nice rose bud as they pulled my butt apart. One of them began pushing a finger up my butt and then another till the owner pulled him off saying leave my property alone. I don’t want the boy damaged. I could only wonder what he meant by all that. I also wondered if others from the camp were out looking for us. It was like we had disappeared off the face of the earth. Time didn’t seem to be relevant any more; I am not sure how long we had been missing. The days seemed to role into one and it was the same for the others as well.

After that I was isolated from the others and could only speculate to what was happening to them. All I knew for sure was at this point I was ok, I was being looked after by the senior staff around the place. Once all my brandings were well healed I must have been slipped something in my food because I recall things going blurry and then nothing. Sometime later I came too, I was tied to my bed and feeling sore in the groin. I was unable to think straight as all my thoughts were foggy and unclear. I wasn’t sure about anything, nothing seemed to make sense. The door to my room opened and my four mates came in. I was surprised to see them and even more stunned by the sight of their crotches as my mind began to clear a little. Adrian, Tom, and Ralph had no cock and it looked like they now only had one ball in their sacks. Ken was hiding behind them.

Ken was pushed forward so I could see and he was completely smooth in front. No cock, no balls and he looked totally embarrassed. However their eyes were fixed on my crotch, but I could not see it as my head was back a little. It was Adrian who said, so they have taken your magnificent cock too! What! Was all I yelled not my big cock? I was flabbergasted I was so proud of my favourite plaything that brought me so much pleasure and comfort in life.

Adrian lifted my balls to see the new piss hole they had made between my ball sack and butt hole. The only difference was where my cock was taken from was a bit of a hollow but I had much finer stitches in the wound site than the others had. It was several hours later when my cock was brought in mounted as a trophy that I understood why I had a bit of a hollow in my groin. My owner showed me his trophy and said we took the root of my cock as well. My cock was now sixteen and a half plus inches long the way it was mounted. It was erect and turned slightly so you could see the profile of the head as well as the brand adorning the top of its head. I couldn’t get over what a magnificent specimen it was but was upset that it wasn’t still attached to me where it should have been. However I could only ponder why I was separated from the others even though I still had both balls. Why had I been given special attention was the major question on my mind. Over the next few weeks my mates were made to look after me. The hollow where my cock was taken from slowly filling in as it healed. It would eventually be smooth and the scar line would fade completely over time.

After everything healed the guys were made to stretch my ball bag by doing scrotal infusions on me, using a saline solution. The first one the guys did they used two litres of solution to fill the sack. I have too say that the look was unreal with no cock there. It was interesting walking around with this huge bag bouncing around and the weight made for an interesting sensation slapping my legs as I moved around. No sooner had the first lot of solution been absorbed and the second infusion was done. This time three litres was injected into the sack. I was surprised just how much they could get in there and just how big the bag got. Mind you I was getting hornier all the time not being able to jack myself off to relieve the sexual tension that was building within me. This time several of the guys would thump my ball bag about to watch it swing around. The skin looks rather thin, but the bag was not tight like I thought it would have been. It took several days for my nut sack to go down, but each time the sack seemed to get bigger and bigger and when empty floppier and looser all the time.

After the saline had been absorbed by my body the owner would inspect me and give further instructions. He wanted another infusion done to see if they could get four litres in and then each day after that he wanted the bag topped up each day for a week. All I knew was that I was spending a lot of time pissing myself silly during all this. Four litres seemed to take forever as it slowly dripped in through the cannular system they had. Every now and then they would move my ball sack around trying to speed up and increase the amount the sack would take. My marble bag was blown up like a large balloon that hung past my kneecaps. Each day for the next week I was topped up with another litre of saline. I am sure the sack would tear open but it didn’t. I was glad when the week was up and the sack was allowed to deflate. It was now a good seventeen to eighteen inches in length and it was good to feel my balls once more in their sack.

Once all the saline had been dissipated, I was tied standing between two posts with my legs spread apart. My hands were tied above me and a table was pushed between my legs with my enormously stretched sack resting on the wooden table. My ball sack was then nailed out flat in front of me on the table. My balls were pushed to either side of the sack. The station owner brought in a red hot branding iron and branded my nut sack a couple of inches from the bottom on the front side with the omega symbol. I am not sure if it hurt or if it was the shock of it being done, but it was over before it started if you know what I mean but I was screaming like a stuck pig. Whilst I was still tied to the posts and my newly branded ball bag still nailed to the table a second red hot branding iron was brought in and handed to my owner. He took the brand and applied it under my right hand side omega brand on my butt. I again screamed as he held it to my butt. I now have the letters “PFS” under the omega symbol on it.

An announcement was made by the owner you are now my “Personal Fuck Slave” boy. Over the next couple of weeks all manner of creams were applied to my hairless marble bag. As the brand healed my nut sack was filled with saline again. And it was again slowly stretched to the size it was before. My owner came in again once my sack was to his specifications and I was taken to the infirmary and tied to the table with my legs in the stirrups. I was gagged before I was injected around my ball bag. Another guy came in and started doing something between my legs. I thought they must have been castrating me, but my owner held up my ball sack and said it will make a wonderful money pouch once tanned. The other guy was still working hard between my legs but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. I was flabbergasted that I was never shown my nuts themselves with the sack. However it was taking forever for him to finish up whatever he was doing down there. Once they had finished, I was made to stay there for some time. But when I was made to get up I was blown away when I saw my balls hanging and swinging around on the ends of their cords between my legs below my knees.

I can’t and still can’t get over the feeling of my naked debagged balls slapping against my legs as I move around. Once the stitches and everything had healed from where the sack was taken from I was moved to the main house. It was there that my new life began as the owner’s personal sex toy. My owner began to ride me a couple of times a day using my ball cords as reins as he pounded my butt with his huge man tool. He would go to town squeezing my nuts on the ends of their cords as he screws me. My prostrate got massaged by his gigantic tool and I would add more lubricant as my pre-cum oozed out of my new piss hole. He loved it when my hot cum blasted over his cock. The rest of the workers on the property used Adrian, Ralph, Tom and Ken for sex whenever they wanted.

We saw by some of the old newspapers that were around that there was a huge search for us several years ago but nothing was ever discovered. It was like we disappeared off the face of the planet. I have to say we were well look after. As for me, my ball cords were now hanging half way between my knees and ankles as they slowly continue to get stretched further and further over time. With no other way of relieving the pressure in my balls I would come every time I was screwed by my owner which helped as I was constantly horny as anything all the time. In fact many years have passed and I still look forward to being screwed every day by the owner. He pushes me down on my back and makes me hold my legs up in the air back over my body whilst he rides me for his pleasure and entertainment.

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