PAY BACK TIME #1

It has been 6 years now since that fateful day when I lost my dear Wife to a brain hemorrhage. It has been a hard and lonely 6 years which have totally destroyed my sense of reasoning and my will to live quite frankly. During our 25 years of marriage we enjoyed a full and varied sexual relation which I miss dearly, and for which I will never be able to find a substitute. Especially now as you will soon find out.

What happened to me mentally I can not explain but it has lead me into a realm of pain and self destruction from which I fear I can never recover. Unfortunately my sexual desires have persisted and I got to the point where I was getting little or no relief from simply jerking my cock off  so I started inflicting pain on my cock in the form of  clamps and crushing it in door jambs. Thing progressed quickly to the point where I started using needles to pierce my cock head just below the surface, then deeper and deeper until I could easily push several surgical needles in through one side and out the other with no problems at all, and not only through my cock head but through the shaft as well. I had no use for my cock now so I may as well destroy the damn thing. No one seemed interested in using it for its intended purpose.

It was one night about a year ago now that my adrenalin or whatever the hell you call that chemical that makes you randy started to flow really strong and no matter what punishment I served on my cock I couldn’t come down off the high that I was experiencing. That is when I picked up the newspaper and started searching the adult  section to try and find someone, anyone, to relieve my tension.

My luck was in, or so it seemed, there was a dominatrix listed close by whom I called and who said that anything I could take, she could give. Eureka!!!

I visited her a couple of times for “therapy” and all was well, she gave me what I needed in large doses, she beat my cock, stuck 50 needles into it, crushed my balls until they ached, stuck an IV needle through my balls and jerked me off, Wow, I was in Heaven. It was then that I realized I was on a steep downward slope because who knows what it will take to give me the pleasure I need, it was getting further and further out of reach and I was having to stretch myself a little further each time to achieve the same results. I guess it must be a bit like alcoholism.

I eventually got to the point on one visit to my mistress when I asked her if she could perform a fetish style circumcision for me, to which she replied “certainly my dear anytime” this was great, I always wanted a cut cock and this would probably cure these bizarre fetishes I was having. Wrong, 2 months after she circumcised me only with a bit of Emla cream, a pair of sharp nail scissors and some surgical staples, I was ready for more. By the way she actually fried my foreskin in a frying pan with garlic and we ate it together right after she cut it off. Anyway … so I then asked if she could do a castration on me. Shit, what was I thinking, I was quite prepared to let this woman cut my balls out, I must be mad. I actually thought about it for 1 night and decided that what the hell I don’t need them anymore so she may as well have them. Maybe she has a recipe for those as well and they might be a little more tender than my foreskin was, and without my balls surely my sex drive and evil thoughts would disappear from my life forever.

So my friends the day finally arrived when I was to loose my balls and I drove to my mistress in high spirits and with the hardest cock I have had in a long time, determined I was going to enjoy my final fantasy. On arriving at her house I was taken through to her dungeon and we sat and had a cigarette and a chat just to make sure that I wanted to go through with it. Yes, I was ready, lets get the show going…..at that point I was ordered to undress which I did with no hesitation revealing a cock that felt like it was going to explode. Thank goodness I still had the staples in from our previous session, I liked them and didn’t want to take them out, it was like a crazy piercing. I lay down on her gurney that she used for her medical fetishes and waited in anticipation for the procedure to begin whereupon in walks her assistant submissive who is a much younger woman wearing not a stitch of clothing who proceeds to come over to the gurney and stands right next to my face, legs spread slightly revealing her shaved pussy with obviously stretched pussy lips that each had several stainless steel rings through them and one through her clit. I was now shaking uncontrollably perspiration was pouring off me and my cock was so hard it was painful. At this point I have to mention that I didn’t need shaving because I shave my cock and balls at least twice a week. I just don’t like pubic hair. Anyway the submissive starts touching my cock and squeezing my balls gently at first and then progressively harder to a point where I thought I could hear them burst. Then my cock skin started splitting where it was joined with the staples revealing my shaft sheath below and at that point I remember thinking to myself “this is it, your cock is fucked now what the hell lets fuck it up completely and be done”

Miche, (that is the subs name) then says to me that this is going to be the last time you will shoot a load so enjoy it, and she starts slowly at first with both hands massaging my cock. Meanwhile my mistress has joined the party with a ball clamp that has sharp 1” spikes on either plate grouped fairly close to one another and two long screws with wing nuts with which to close them, this device is painful, I know cause I made it for myself and gave it to her as a gift. The only difference was I had safety spacers on it so you couldn’t close the damn thing completely and I could see she had removed them.

So she puts my ball in-between the two plates and starts winding the wing nuts. At this stage I thought I was going to pass out because she closed the clamp completely so that the spikes were hard up against the opposite plates. She then tells me that this is to tenderize the balls so that they make for easier eating.

As Miche worked away at my cock it didn’t take long for me shoot a load of cum over her hands which she promptly made me lick off, this was the last time I would taste my own juice. Time seemed to race ahead then because my mistress pulled the clamp about four inches away from my crotch and tied it with a chord to the base of the gurney. Miche then takes a nylon cable strap, puts it around the base of my cock and pulls it very tight. I thought she just wanted to keep my now pulsating raw cock hard, but I was obviously not aware of the final plan. My mistress then  produces a scalpel which she pushed into my scrotum, the only problem was it felt very low down cause I felt it slice into the base of my cock behind my balls. Miche had a tight grip of my cock and my mistress started to cut with a sawing action up the left side of the very root of my cock which was still as hard as hell even though it was now partially disconnected from my crotch. Well from then on I am unable to relate what happened because I passed out.

I believe I was out cold for about an hour an a half but when I came to my crotch was on fire. Cigarette they asked me quite calmly. Where are my balls I asked, I want to see them. “ here they are she said and she placed these two pierced bruised balls in my hand. Were going to have ball pate just now hope you are hungry where upon she dropped them in a blender with half an onion and switched it on. Well when I finally gathered my senses I put my hand on my crotch and screamed “where is my cock you bitch? What have you done with it?” to which she replied “relax dear Miche liked it so much that she wants to male a dildo out of it” where is it I asked, to which Miche replied here, pointing to her pussy. My severed cock with its bleeding root was hanging out of Miche’s pussy. It still had my ball sac attached which hung down empty bloody and lifeless. She had pushed a meat skewer through the base of my cock and through two opposing pussy rings to keep it in I presume.

Six months passed and believe it or not I still go back to my mistress, I am her eunuch sex slave now, I have entered the twilight realm for want of a better word, but in my mind I am still a man and I will have revenge. I will still use my cock in some form or another. Wait and see.

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