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Master carefully plans every step of my emasculation. He knows exactly when he will burn, or pierce, or slice open my dick. Understanding that his abuses will eventually shred my cock and balls to the point where maiming them will no longer amuse him, he has resolved to take his time and savor the pleasure of tormenting my penis. He has not, however, kept to his schedule. Caught up in the carnal passion of the moment and unable to postpone his perverse gratification, he has again and again yielded to his own uncontrollable urges and hurt me sooner than intended.
He wakes up the morning after he first drove nails through my ballsack feeling a little disappointed with himself for rushing things. He regrets that never again will he experience the surge of lust that engulfed him the night before, when he expanded my limits in this most extreme way, when he took a depraved form of virginity from me, the innocence of never before having had my scrotum nailed to a board. As he lies in bed, he remembers how the idea had first occurred to him at work the prior day just before lunch. At first it was just a passing fantasy, why don't I nail the boy's sack to a board tonight. By the afternoon, however, the idea had consumed him. He spent the day engorged and thinking of nothing else. When he arrived home, he still did not think he would actually go through with it. Still, he found himself almost compelled to go the cellar to look for the hammer. As he descended the stairs, he saw me sitting naked in the dog cage he had left me in that morning. The sight of his slave in such a helpless state inflamed his sadistic passion and he knew that there would be no turning back. He suspended a two-by-six plank between two sawhorses and released me from my pen. He dropped his pants and i moved in to kneel behind him. As i had been trained, i welcomed him home by kissing and licking his beautiful asshole. He allowed me to amuse myself in this way for a few moments before ordering me to straddle the plank. He flattened my scrotum out on the wood and placed the nail against my skin. As he raised the tool for the first strike, he looked in my eyes and clearly saw my terror. He knew that i was in no way ready for this extreme abuse, but that just made it so much better for him as he drove home the first spike. i became nearly catatonic from the burning pain in my groin and just sat there sobbing and staring into space. He slapped me hard on the face to bring back my presence of mind and remind me of my duties to him. Still attached to the board, i bent over and took his dick deep into my throat in one smooth motion. In bed that morning after, he hardens thinking how helpless i looked as tears of pain and fear dripped from my eyes. As the clear mental picture of the steel that skewered my skin fills his consciousness, he orders me to show him the holes that the nails cut through the sack, holes that will heal to permanent scars. On that morning after, i again pleasure him by taking his long hard dick into myself. He does not order me onto my stomach and mount me, his large dick invading my tight asshole. Instead, he fucks my face so he can see my mangled penis and relive the ecstasy he experienced in wounding me only a few hours earlier. His doubts about rushing along my emasculation disappear as the pleasure he gets from fucking my face intensifies. He blames me for seducing him into nailing me so soon with the provocative way i had looked in my cell. He vows to hurt me even worse for making him do nail me before he was truly ready. He cums while reminding himself of the even more brutal first times he has planned for me. After he fires his warm sperm into me, the permanent damage caused by the piercing me again bothers him just a little, and he understands that he should not succumb to such extreme desires too frequently. He does not, however, deceive himself into believing that he will never again do it. He knows differently. The next time spikes tear through my scrotum, will come sooner than he plans, and he will not regret doing it at all, afterward. The second time is always so easy. He will have come to terms with his needs and resolve to enjoy them. He will understand that my cock and balls will be destroyed much faster than he had hoped, but he will know that there is no going back. After he has tasted the sweetness of mutilating me in a new way, he will never again deny himself such delight. Eventually, hammering sharp steel through my scrotum will become just a routine part of his sexual control over me, but it will never again be as satisfying for him as the first time. For a while he will use his creativity to make up for the now forever lost thrill which only hammering the spikes for the first time could give him. He will make me lie spread-eagle on my stomach on a board and nail my sack down between my legs so he can fuck me while i am skewered that way. He will make me nail myself. He will hammer through my shaft itself. And he will vow to wait a while before driving nails not just into the skin but through the balls themselves.
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