Paradise

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I was comfortably tied to the bench.  Mistress Love was going to cut 
my cock and balls off.  How long had I dreamed of this day!  But she 
was teasing me.  She says she was giving my hard cock a last come.  I 
didn’t care about a last come.  I just wanted them off, cock and 
balls.  I had waited far too long for this day, this moment.   She 
brought me to the brink and stopped, brought me to the brink and 
stopped, brought me to the brink and stopped, brought me to the brink 
and stopped…… 



I had always been unique, the only one with cock and balls.  Everyone 
else had those beautiful round bodies, those enticing tits, those 
long smooth legs, smooth silky skins.  They didn’t have anything 
sticking out between their legs.  I had been living with Mistress 
Love as long as I could remember.  When I asked her, she said that I 
was male, everyone else was female. Mistress Love told me a lot of 
things I didn’t understand.  She said that long time ago, there were 
lots of males, as many as females.  Then Goddess showed the High 
Priestess how to fix balls.  Fixed balls could have only female 
come.  So we had very few males and the world was full of love.   
That was hard to understand.  As many males as females?  



I still remember the night I got hard.  Five mistresses were making 
love.  Although the noise and sight were familiar, I felt something 
stir inside me, a strange sensational feeling.  All of a sudden, I 
was aware of the noise, the smell, the sight.  Ever moan made me 
jump.  My heart was racing.  My cock grew hard and ached.  It 
twitched and pulsed, as if it became alive.  It went on and on.  
After a few hours, all the mistresses were spent, and fell asleep.  
Then I did too.



Next morning, I woke up in bright sunlight.  I must have overslept.  
My cock was still hard and aching.  Mistress Love was lying next to 
me.   She had been watching me.  Before I could say anything, she 
kissed me deeply.   Her hands went to my balls.   She held them 
gently and massage them.  I was in heaven.  I had never experienced 
such a wonderful sensation before.  My cock started twitching and 
pulsing again.  Instinctively, I moved my hips to rub my cock against 
her.  But she moved slightly and I thrust into thin air.  It went on 
for quite a while.  Then she told me.



"You are hard.  You are ready to serve the mistresses.  Before you 
are allowed to serve, you must wear the magic cock ring.  It will 
stop you from coming, so that you can serve the mistresses without 
the male limitations.  We don’t want you to get soft again."  I did 
not know what she was talking about.  But I had never disobeyed her.  
She put the cock ring on my cock.  Her hand sent a wave of pleasure 
up my body.   Then she mounted me.  We made love for a long time.  My 
first time.



From that day on, many many mistresses used me sexually.  It was the 
only thing I did.  Mistresses told me that they preferred lesbian 
love much much more.  But sometimes, some of them did want to mount a 
cock.  It was great.  I loved every mistress.  They were all so 
beautiful.  But they did not let me come.  My cock was hard all the 
time.  My balls hurt from so much semen.  I was going crazy.  In more 
than three year of serving, only two mistresses let me come.  The 
pleasure was unbelievable.  But the mistresses only allowed me to 
come once each time.  How I could come more!  I could come a hundred 
times.  



Mistress Barbara tied a leash to my balls and led me on a walk on the 
beach.  After a while, I saw a little house behind some palm trees.  
She led me in.  My heart leaped.  Mistress Love was there.   I had 
not seen her for months.  Although I loved every mistress, I loved 
her most.  She took the leash and took me straight to the big bed.  
After making love for a while, she tied me to the bed posts, my arms 
and legs spread wide.  Then she moved slowly down to my cock and gave 
him a big wet kiss.  No mistress had done that before.  Pleasure 
racked my body.   She kept sucking, and kissing and licking my cock.



Suddenly, pain exploded out of my balls into my body.  I forgot 
everything else.  Many mistresses had squeezed, and kicked, and 
whipped, and jerked my balls before.  But nothing like this.  I could 
not even get afraid.  Then I fainted.  



When I woke, I was still tied to the bed posts, but loosely.  Sharp 
pain throb from between my legs.  Mistress Love was lying next to 
me.  She had been watching me.  Before I could say anything, she 
kissed me deeply.  Then she said: "I fixed your balls.  Now you can 
get a mistress pregnant only with baby girls.  Long time ago, there 
were as many male as females.  Then Goddess showed us how to fix 
balls.  That is why we have so few males now.  It is much better, 
don’t you think?  Mistresses are so much more beautiful."  I 
absolutely agreed.



I weakly asked her how it was done.  She told me.  She distracted me 
by kissing and sucking my cock.   Then she cut open the ball sac with 
a very sharp knife and popped out the balls.  Then she cut them open. 
That was when the pain exploded.  A little part in the middle of each 
ball was cut out.  The balls were wrapped by a soluble film made of 
medicine, stuffed back into the sac, which was then sewn up.  The 
days after the fixing was terrible.  The pain was intense.  
Painkilling medicine was strictly forbidden.  I could not stand up or 
walk for days.  



Mistress Love told me the history of balls fixing.  Long time ago, 
there were as many males as females.  Then came the Great Male 
Rebellion.  First Queen crushed them, by their balls.  She then went 
through the rebel regions killing all males by cutting off their 
cocks and balls.  Other regions also exploded into castration 
frenzy.  By the time it was over, there was only a very small number 
of males left.  It was then Goddess revealed to First Queen how to 
make the magic cock rings and fixed balls.  First Queen decreeded 
that every male must wear a cock ring.  Males were allowed to come 
only to get mistresses pregnant.  Not letting the male come had 
another advantage: the cock stayed hard.  He could serve many 
mistresses, without limit.  Then balls had to be fixed to keep the 
number of males down.  The extreme pain made him feel castrated.  
Fixed males became a lot more obedient.



Gradually, the pain was gone.  To my surprise and delight, my body 
changed, becoming rounder, smoother.  My hair became finer, my limbs 
slimmer.  I lost all body hair.  I had always admired mistresses’ 
beauty.  It was a nice feeling.  And more mistresses allowed me to 
come.  I guessed those were the ones who wanted to get pregnant.  
Being a good sex slave, a fixed sex slave, had its rewards.  



Mistress Love was riding my cock, her hands on my chest.  Another 
mistress was kissing me on the mouth.  A third mistress was massaging 
my balls.  It was the seventh straight day I served several 
mistresses at the same time.  I was just a bunch of nerves.  I had 
not come for months.  And this incredible pleasure.  Suddenly, pain 
exploded out of my balls into my body.  My hands instinctively 
reached down to nurse my balls.  But the mistresses anticipated it.  
They held my wrists and tied them to the bed posts.  Then they tied 
my ankles too.  Maybe it was not as painful as ballfixing, but it was 
worse.  I wished I could faint, but I could not.  I could feel every 
nerve from my balls to my finger tips, to my toes, to the tip of my 
cock.  It was a long time until I fainted, or felt asleep from 
exhaustion.  



When I woke up, it was dark.  The pain was just like before.  Then I 
fainted again.  This pain did not go down like last time, when my 
balls were fixed.  It just stayed there, pulsing and throbbing.  Many 
days later, it finally went down and I could get out of bed again.  
It was another week before I could walk normally.  Mistress Love did 
not tell me anything.  And I was too good a slave to ask.  If there 
was anything I needed to know, she would tell me.  



A month later, Mistress Love took out some ropes and told me to 
spread myself on the bed.  I knew she was going to hurt my balls 
again.  But I obeyed her without question, with hesitation.  She tied 
me securely to the bed posts.  Then she kissed me and said: "You are 
a good slave.  You will get your reward."



She took out two huge syringes and said: "This is what happened last 
time.  When I was riding your cock, Mistress Elaine stuck one into 
each ball, and pumped the liquid in.  Your balls swelled to several 
times their size.  This stuff burns too.  Now, I am going to do it 
again.  I want to let you feel it, not distracted by love making."  
She stuck the sharp needles into my balls and pumped slowly.  The 
pain came gradually.  But after a few seconds, it felt exactly like 
last time.  



It went on for months.  Every month, Mistress Love stuck the syringes 
into my balls and pumped them full of some liquid.  Then it was 
unbearable pain for weeks.  Several days rest, and the torture began 
again.  After a few times, I was so afraid of it that I trembled when 
she took out the ropes.  But I was a good slave. I never protested or 
resisted.  I never even begged her to spare me the pain.  If she 
wanted to hurt my balls, then I would bear it.  "This is the last 
time. You are a good slave.  You will get your reward."  What a 
relieve.  The rope was the same, so were the syringes.  But the pain 
was not.   It would be less painful to be slowly burned alive.   



When I woke, the pain was gone.  I felt totally relaxed.  Every part 
of my body felt wonderful.  I was blindfolded.  Before I could move 
or speak, Mistress Love said: "Don’t move.  Don’t speak."  I just 
laid there, glorifying in the wonderful feeling.  Then she took my 
hands gently and pulled me up.  I followed her out of bed.  She led 
me a few feet and removed my blindfold.  



It was dark.  There was only a small candle on the other side of the 
room.  That was barely enough light to see.  It took me a few seconds 
to realize that we stood in front of a big mirror.  My mind was in 
shock.  I saw two beautiful women in the mirror.  A few seconds 
later, my hands unfroze enough to reach and cup my big breasts.  They 
were real!  Sensational pleasure shot into my body.  Mistress Love 
said: "You had been a good slave.  Now you get your reward.  See how 
beautiful you are, just like any mistress.  The liquid I pumped into 
your balls was feminine elixir.  I got it from the High Priestess.  
Each dose went through your body.  The last dose triggered it all.  
Now, you are the perfect sex slave.  You have the beautiful body of a 
mistress, which we much preferred over the male body.  And you have a 
real cock, big and hard.  It is much better than any dildo.  It is 
Goddess’s greatest gift to obedient males."  I never dreamed that a 
good slave would get such a reward. 



We went to the temple with a huge bouquet of flowers.  I could never 
thank the Goddess enough for such a reward.  We celebrated with days 
of love making.  My coarse male body had never experienced such 
sensations.  



A year later, Mistress Love took me to the temple.  After we made the 
offering of flowers, the High Priestess came out.  Being a slave, I 
never had the honor to stand in front of her before.  Her words 
stunned me.  "Mistress Love really loves you.  She came to the temple 
and asked Goddess to give you the ultimate gift.  I caste the spells 
and read the oracle.  It is favorable.  In three days, she is going 
to cut off your cock and balls here in the temple.  You will become a 
female.  It is the ultimate gift, given to so few."



I was comfortably tied to the bench.  Mistress Love removed my cock 
ring for the last time.  How long had I dreamed of this day!  But she 
was teasing me.  She says she was giving my hard aching cock a last 
come.  I didn’t care about a last come.  I just wanted them off, cock 
and balls.  I had waited far too long for this day, this moment.   
She brought me to the brink and stopped, brought me to the brink and 
stopped, brought me to the brink and stopped, brought me to the brink 
and stopped……  "Poor things, you are going to get cut off.  How 
should I do it?  Balls first?  Cock first?  Or both at the same 
time?"  I don’t care!  Just do it.  But she did not.   The teasing 
went on and on.



Sharp pain came from between my legs.  Then I saw Mistress Love hold 
up my cock and put it on the golden tray.  It was going to be offered 
to Goddess.  Then I felt her soft silky hand on my balls.  She pulled 
them hard.  I felt the cold knife slicing through it.  She was doing 
it very slowly, savoring every moment.  Cutting off the balls was 
different.  She wanted the cock to stay big and hard.  But balls 
stayed the same no matter how slowly you cut it.  Finally, it was 
also done.  They joined the cock in the golden tray.  I felt the 
pain.  But I felt good.  Cocks and balls, gone for good.  



It had been many years since Mistress Love cut off my cock and 
balls.  I had not seen a male since then.  And I did not care if I 
would never see one again.  I could not never let a cock invade me.  
Life was wonderful.  We made love all the time.  We had no male. It 
was paradise.