Date: 12 Oct 1997
Time: 22:31:55
Remote Name: 207.93.153.83
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A young man becomes a sub . . . and willingly gave up his manhood. But now his masters gone . . . (nullification)
When you look at me, you see a man of 21 leaving behind the pretty boy looks of his childhood. I still have dirty blond hair, light blue eyes and smooth skin but my body has bulked out somewhat thanks to weight lifting and hormones. At the gym you might admire me, dressed in a tight tank top and baggy sweat pants or shorts. I probably caught you watching me once or twice...maybe you caught me eye, too. You were right if you thought I am one of those “kept” men as you watched me leave the gym to return to my Master in his Beverly Hills mansion. You might have envied my life as I drove off in my Mercedez. Perhaps you wouldn’t if you knew the whole story.
I sit here now in my Master’s home. I am sunning myself by the pool and looking at my smooth brown body. I am a large man now, 6 feet, with smooth muscles and a virtually hairless body. My Master had all my body hair removed when I was still in my teens. He removed my body hair along with my manhood. You see, between my legs is nothing! It’s a smooth, hairless area totally devoid of a penis and testicles. When I spread my legs and look, I see a small hairline scar where my plumbing used to be. Just above my asshole is my little pisshole, moved so I can conveniently sit and piss. Just like a bitch.
When I was 17, I was a beautiful boy and I knew it. Tall, blond and arian, I loved to turn heads where ever I went. I was a swimmer and a runner, with a beautiful 10 inch cock and low hanging balls. I was frequently approached by older men with offers. I made plenty of extra money enjoying their generousity. That was when I met my future Master, a successful Hollywood plastic surgeon, who offered me a life of wealth and comfort. My master was proud of me and showed me off to his friends as his “boy.” I was glad to get away from my mundane existence in the valley as the son of a single, alcoholic mother. In Beverly Hills, I was the envy of all my gay friends! But it wasn’t long before I became bored with my Master and wanted have an affair.
My master became very possessive and jealous. We fought frequently and he would remind my of my white trash roots and threaten to send me back! One weekend while he was away I had a wild party and had sex with one of his friends. When he returned, he was enraged! He locked me in my room. That night he came into my room with some other men and grabbed me out of my bed. The men carried me off as I kicked and tried to get away. He said he was going to fix it so that I would behave and obey my master like a good slave boy should. He took my nuts that night.
After a few months, my sexual urges had diminished. I was much more submissive to him and did my best to obey him. I treasured my wealthy life and wished to keep it. My master convinced me to have electrolysis, to have my body hair removed. I didn’t have much hair to begin with, and the idea pleased me. He is a very dominant man, one that must control. I gave him more control with each day. He began to introduce me as his slave boy. He became more involved with the leather community as the year passed. I was approaching my 18th birthday, by now totally hairless, when Master brought up the idea of the perfect gift. He was going to take my penis!
At first I resisted, but the idea excited him so much and I wanted to please him. I agreed, and the night before my 18th I went into surgery. He had some of his leather friends join and watch while he operated.
I got really high and he gave me local anesthesia so I could also watch. It was as if I was outside of my body, watching from above the room. I watched as he cut into my crotch, a deep V shaped cut, cutting the muscles that anchored my penis to my body. Off came the organ, as well as my empty ball sac, and he stitched me back up after fashioning a new pisshole for me. Some of the men were jacking off while watching. When he was done I passed out.
I woke up on my 18th birthday a new man.
Six months later I had become his total slave. He began giving me testostorone and my interest in sex increased dramatically. I sucked him and let him fuck me many times a day. With out a penis, I became sexually satisfied by giving up all control to my Master. He became a master of S&M, and I enjoyed his control, verbal abuse and humilation.
One day my Master told me we were going to the beach, and he bought me a new suit to wear. It was a thong bikini, one a woman would wear! I was terribly embarassed but wore it to please him. I walked around the public beach that day with that bikini up my ass and over my crotch, showing no buldge at all! Men and woman would notice me and smile, then look at my neutered crotch and gasp! My master smiled with intense pleasure, and ordered me to bring him drinks and food or play Frisbie with our friends. I was burning with shame but found it incredibly exciting, too. That evening my master fucked me like he never had before.
Shortly after that, my master picked a sunny August day as my special coming out day. He bought me a full leather outfit. Cap, arm bands, harness, dog collar, boots and chaps. His leather friends were invited to a pool party in my honor and I had to wait for most to arrive before I made my appearance. My heart was racing as I stood before a mirror, looking at a pretty young man in full leather...a nice, smooth bare ass hanging out the back of his chaps, NOTHING in front!
Master came in and put a dog leash on my collar and walked me out to the pool party. There was a respectful silence, following by some applause. Perhaps I heard some laughter, too, I’m not sure. My master encouraged the men to observe me, allowing some of them to feel my smooth crotch. It is ironic that now, now that I didn’t have a penis, my Master was willing to share me sexually. As long as he was in control and decided who it would be. I soon relaxed as others went about their business and those who were interested asked my master questions. I even enjoyed the touches of the men, and was starting to feel really horny!
A few asked how I pissed, and my Master ordered me to show them. He pointed to the flower bed and told me to squat there...and I pissed, my face flushed red with embarassment! It made me very horny!
“Good boy,” he said when I was done. For being such a good boy, my Master said he was going to give me a special treat. There were a number of young men there who were curious and I could pick one to have sex with, if I wanted. There was one young, dark haired man with lush body hair who caught me eye earlier, and I gladly agreed. It was the first time since my castration I had been with another man and the excitement was intense! We went inside a stripped naked. We were opposites, he was masculine, handsome, hairy, dark, with a huge penis! He forced me on my back and spread open my legs, running his tongue over my dickless crotch. He licked my asshole, pisshole, and scar for what seemed like an hour, then told me to squat on his face and piss on him. Eager to please, I did as he asked, pissing into his mouth as he jacked off. He finished by screwing me in the ass.
Years went by and I lived my role as slave boy to my Master. My only social life was working out in the gym, though I would never shower and rarely spoke to others. Our private life became more and more kinky, as my Master dwelved into the S&M community. It was his dark secret, separate from his public life and private practice. I became obsessed with working out, being a muscle stud--perhaps to compensate for what I obviously didn’t have.
I had group sex, sex with a few women, even, as I was a slave whose sole job was to please. I would do whatever my master commanded me to do. He would order me to drop to my knees and suck the cock of a stranger or eat a woman's pussy and I would do it without question.
I didn’t have another private one-on-one like the one I had at my coming out party. But I longed for that sexy young man, remembering his kisses and the strange, new feelings I had.
A few months ago, my Master passed away-- a heart attack. He was only 63. I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I know I will soon have to move. I sit here naked by the pool and stare at my blank crotch...I miss the control. I miss the touch of another man. And for the first time in years, I miss my cock.
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