The Pendant

Two young female buy a male slave but decide that the slave no 
longer has any need for a penis and so have it cut off

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Susan scanned the screen of her laptop computer ensuring she had 
all the information she required.

"Right ladies," she said, glancing at Lynne and Mandy sat opposite 
her. "Let me just check that I have all the details correctly. 
You’re looking for a male slave, aged in his late teens, of slim to 
athletic build and English speaking. Is that correct?"

Lynne nodded, "Yes, that’s right."

"Do you have any preferences as regards colour of eyes or hair, for 
example, or do you want him to have any specific skills?" asked 
Susan.

Mandy and Lynne looked at each other briefly, then Mandy turned and 
said, "No, I don’t think so, unless you suggest we should."

Susan smiled at them, aware that this was the first time these two 
girls had bought a male slave.
 "It really depends upon what services you want him to perform. 
Some are particularly skilled at cooking, of hairdressing for 
example, but if you simply wish him to perform general duties, 
specific skills are not necessary. All slaves are able to undertake 
a variety of domestic chores such as cooking, cleaning, gardening 
and the like and of course, they are all fully trained in the more 
personal services."

 From the expression on the girl’s faces, it was obvious to Susan 
that they didn’t fully understand the meaning of ‘personal 
services’, but she could always explain later. She couldn’t help 
but notice how young and attractive her two customers were, neither 
of them older than twenty, one slightly blonder than the other. She 
thought for a moment how nice it would be to have these two as 
slaves, rather than customers. She’d get a good price for them. She 
turned her attention back to the computer and the matter in hand 
and began to press buttons.

"As I said earlier," Susan went on, "I am unusually low on stock at 
the moment. I would normally have a dozen or more males to meet 
your requirements, but at the moment….ah, now he looks suitable." 
Both Mandy and Lynne stared eagerly, hanging onto Susan’s words.

"He’s seventeen, almost six feet tall, light brown hair, brown eyes 
and born in England. He only completed basic training a few weeks 
ago, but has certainly got a good report. His name is Kevin, and 
best of all, he’s available right now. Would you like to see him?" 
asked Susan.
 Two eager smiling faces were nodding frantically.
 "Good," said Susan, and pressing another button on the computer 
said, "I’ll have him sent up in a minute or two."

Susan began flicking through the information on the computer 
reading it out to the two girls as she did so.

 "He’s seventeen, oh sorry I’ve told you that already. Judged to 
have reasonable strength and agility, sound physically with good 
stamina…" 
To an outsider it would seem that they were discussing the various 
merits of a racehorse rather than a teenage boy. 

"Got straight B’s on all his tests with the exception of massage, 
which was an A and oral ability, which was also an A." Mandy looked 
slightly puzzled.
"Oral ability is our term for assessing his ability to please a 
woman with his tongue, cunnilingus or how well he licks pussy in 
other words." Mandy blushed at this comment.

"Don’t be shy dear," remarked Susan, "no point in having a slave if 
he doesn’t lick his owner’s  pussy on a regular basis. All the male 
slaves I know spend a considerable amount of time on their knees if 
you know what I mean. I assume you do both enjoy oral sex?"

Both girls nodded, although less vigorously this time, and Mandy 
muttered quietly and somewhat shyly, "Yes, yes, we do." Susan 
beamed a smile back at them both. 

With that there was a quiet knock at the door.
"Come in," called Susan, and all three turned to face the door. The 
door opened and another girl showed Kevin into the room. "Come here 
boy," instructed Susan, "these two young ladies are interested in 
purchasing you."

Kevin walked over to where the two girls were sitting. He was 
completely naked except for a very brief and tight fitting pair of 
pants which effectively was little more than a posing pouch, the 
prominent bulge leaving little to the imagination. His hands were 
securely fastened behind his back. Both Lynne and Mandy thought 
that Kevin was attractive and just as Susan had described, tall, 
fairly slim and without an ounce of fat on him. Lynne crossed her 
legs and coughed gently. She could feel herself becoming aroused at 
the prospect of having this boy as her personal slave. Mandy was 
thinking about what Susan had said a few moments earlier and was 
already visualising Kevin on his knees with his head between her 
thighs, probing her sex with his tongue.

Susan stood up and went up behind the boy. "Right then, let’s have 
a proper look at him shall we? I don’t think we need this any 
more." She reached down and unclipped the fastener holding the 
boy’s brief pants in place and tugged at the scanty material, 
pulling it off him and thereby rendering him completely nude. At 
the same time, Susan nudged him closer to the two girls. The eyes 
of both Lynne and Mandy immediately went to the boy’s now exposed 
sexual organs.

Like all slaves, the boy’s genital area was almost completely 
devoid of hair. His balls were completely bald, and at the base of 
his penis only a tuft of hair, cut short, remained. It was also 
quite clear that he had been circumcised. Both Lynne and Mandy were 
not particularly experienced when it came to boys, but both had 
seen male slaves before, and both realised that in terms of 
genitals, this boy had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, Mandy 
thought his cock looked bigger than many she had seen previously.
 
"What’s that thing around his, um, around his penis?" asked Mandy.
Susan glanced down between the boy’s legs and then reached down 
with her right hand and took hold of his penis quite roughly.
"It’s his restrainer," explained Susan, "it’s a metal ring which is 
placed over the slave’s penis and then tightened down. The ring is 
then fastened to another ring here around the top of his scrotum or 
ball sack." Susan roughly pulled at the boy’s penis so that the 
girls were able to see how the two rings were fastened together.

"Stops him getting an erection," continued Susan, "so therefore he 
can’t have sex and he can’t masturbate while the rings are on. If 
his penis starts to become aroused and swell, the ring round it 
causes him a fair bit of pain."
"I see," said Mandy, a little shocked. "Do the rings ever come 
off?" she asked 
Susan shook her head.

"Not unless the slave’s owner takes them off, otherwise his cock 
stays permanently  fastened. Any female who is going to have male 
slaves in her household must, for her own safety, ensure that he 
cannot be a danger to her. We have in the past had owners raped by 
their slaves so some form of secure chastity device to control them 
is essential. There are plenty on the market, I just prefer this 
style."

"Can they ever get the device off themselves?" asked Lynne, now a 
little uneasy. 
"Not that I’ve ever heard of," said Susan. "They seem pretty secure 
really."
Both Mandy and Lynne glanced at each other. They enjoyed the idea 
of owning a slave, but were concerned about effective control. 
Susan could sense that they were a little uneasy and she didn’t 
want to lose the sale, so tried quickly to change the subject.

For the next few minutes, she showed off the boy to the potential 
owners. Every part of his body was examined and displayed to 
convince them that he was fit, healthy and capable of undertaking 
any role they wished of him. Ears, teeth, arms, legs and torso were 
all examined and commented upon. Susan even had him turn around and 
bend over to display his buttocks, whereupon she pulled apart the 
cheeks of his backside so that they were able to view his anus, 
although neither of the girls could understand why they should want 
to see that part of his body. 

Once the boy had stood up again and was facing them, Lynne said,
"He seems quite perfect, just what we were looking for." She 
glanced at Mandy for a brief second before continuing,
"But, and I think I speak for Mandy as well, " she said, "we are a 
little concerned about how effective the chastity thing is, I mean, 
can you be sure it is quite secure, we don’t want it coming off."

Both girls were now looking directly at the boy’s penis, which was 
only a couple of feet away from their faces.
Susan’s hand again reached for and gripped the boy’s genitals.
"I assure you, the device is very secure," she said, at the same 
time pulling and twisting the boy’s penis roughly, causing him to 
gasp, to demonstrate that his sexual organ was securely tethered. 
The boy of course simply had to stand there and endure this 
attention, although it hurt his cock considerably.

"Please, don’t take my word for it, examine the boy yourself," said 
Susan. Both Lynne and Mandy reached out, Lynne with a little more 
hesitation, to take hold of the boy’s genitals. Again the boy 
merely stood there as the two complete strangers handled his 
intimate parts, pushing his penis to one side then the other, 
lifting and gently pulling at his balls to ensure the restrainer 
was quite secure.

"Of course, if you really are worried, there are other, more 
permanent methods of control which can be employed with males, 
which you may wish to consider. " said Susan.
"Such as?" asked Mandy

"Well, for example, when farmers don’t want their animals to mate, 
they geld them don’t they?" stated Susan.
Lynne looked quite stunned.
"You’re not suggesting we cut off his balls are you?" she asked.
Susan continued.
"No, not his balls. In my experience, a slave without testicles 
tends to become lazy and can run to fat, so he needs to keep his 
balls, but perhaps he no longer needs his penis." Susan let the 
idea sink in to their minds for a moment as she looked at their 
stunned expressions, noting at the same time that both girls hands 
remained on the slave’s genitals.

"You’ve already indicated to me," said Susan, "that you don’t 
intend using a slave for breeding, and you have no intention of 
having full sex with him yourselves, so therefore he has no need 
for a penis, does he?"
Lynne tried to get the idea into her brain.
"But how will he use the toilet, if he has no penis?" she asked, 
and immediately realised the stupidity of her question.
Susan smiled at her.
"Without appearing crude, I assume that you do not have a penis, 
and yet you manage to perform such functions quite adequately. When 
a penis is removed, a small opening just above the balls remains 
and you will find that a boy is quite capable of urinating without 
a penis to hang onto whilst he’s relieving himself."

Susan, who had remained standing next to Kevin throughout the 
conversation continued, "A male only needs a penis for intercourse, 
to deliver his seed into the female," she went on, "and if a slave 
is not to be permitted intercourse, then he has no need for a 
penis. A great number of slaves have their penis removed at the 
direction of their owner, and it is a very simple process. I 
therefore suggest we remove his penis, cut it off once and for all, 
then you will have no need to be concerned about any chastity 
device will you? Think about it ladies, I must excuse myself for a 
moment." 
At that, Susan left the room, leaving the naked Kevin standing in 
front of the two girls.

Neither said anything for a moment or two, thinking about Susan’s 
suggestion.
"What do you think?" Lynne asked of her friend.
"Seems a bit drastic doesn’t it? Cutting off his cock?" commented
Mandy, "but as Susan said, we have no need of his penis, and he 
certainly won’t need it for anything."
Mandy looked up at the boy’s face, and at the same time squeezed 
his penis in her hand. She took hold of it between her thumb and 
finger and wiggled it back and forth.
"What do you say, boy? Shall we cut this thing off?" she asked.

For the first time, the boy spoke. He had heard of people pleading 
with someone else to spare their lives, but now he was having to 
plead with someone to spare his cock.

"I would respectfully ask that I be allowed to keep my penis 
please, Miss. I would wear any restraining device you directed and 
I would not attempt to remove it. I understand that I would not be 
permitted to touch my penis for any reason." He lowered his head 
slightly.
"I do appreciate though Miss, that the final decision is yours."

Mandy’s fingers remained in contact with the boy’s intimate flesh. 
She grinned, to herself more than anyone else, loving the feeling 
of complete power.
"Yes, " she said quietly, "you’re quite right there boy, we decide 
what happens to this cock of yours, don’t we?" 

Lynne cupped her hand around Mandy’s ear so that the boy couldn’t 
overhear her.
"Send him over the other side of the room for a minute so I can 
talk to you privately," she said.
The boy was released from Mandy’s fondling and dismissed out of 
earshot.

"Are you alright?" asked Mandy of her friend.
"I think," she said, sounding very serious, " for the first time in 
my life, I’m about to have an orgasm without even touching myself!"
Mandy said nothing, and then giggled.
"What’s turning you on so much, him?" asked Mandy.
She nodded.
"Sort of, but more so what we’ve been discussing," she said.
"What, you mean the idea of cutting his cock off?" she asked.
Lynne nodded again.
"Does the idea appeal to you then?" asked Mandy.
Lynne looked at her, now starting to bite her bottom lip gently.
"Didn’t you know?"
"Know what?" asked Mandy looking puzzled.
"It’s always been one of my secret fantasies really," she 
said, "the idea of actually cutting off some guy’s cock."

"Do you want to really do it then?" continued Mandy.
Lynne looked at her, paused, and then nodded.
Mandy smiled. "Sure?"
Lynne nodded again, and Mandy smiled.

"Right then. It’s decided. Handsome over there can say goodbye to 
his randy young cock, permanently," she said grinning. "Shall I get 
you a knife?" she asked.
Lynne moaned slightly as her already moist panties became even 
wetter.

Susan came back into the room grinning. She noticed Kevin standing 
over in the corner, but made no comment as she walked over to the 
seated girls.
"So would you like to proceed with the purchase?" she asked.
Mandy spoke on behalf of the two of them,
"Yes, we think so, but we would like a little more information on 
your suggestion of removing his penis."

"Certainly," said Susan, now pleased that the sale seemed to have 
been concluded. "It’s a very simple and straightforward operation, 
over and done with in minutes, and of course quite permanent. An 
extremely sharp wire is used to cut into and then amputate the 
penis. Of course, his testicles and scrotum will remain intact, but 
above that he will be totally smooth, not even the merest stump to 
mark where his penis once was."
"And who would carry out this, er, operation?" asked Mandy.

"Oh, I’d do it myself," said Susan, "I’ve had a fair bit of 
practice now, and it really is very simple."
Lynne seemed to snap out of her dream like state.
"You mean, you’ve done it to other boys, cut off their penises, I 
mean?" asked Lynne.
"Yes," said Susan, quite seriously, "I must have done at least, let 
me see…." She paused for a moment before continuing, "well, 
certainly around thirty or so by now. I admit, I get quite a buzz 
out of it really, taking hold of a slave’s cock just as I’m about 
to cut it off."

Mandy took hold of Lynne’s arm as she let out a soft moan, but 
Susan didn’t seem to notice.
"I could do your boy this afternoon normally, but my assistant is 
off today and you do really need two people." She paused, "Unless 
of course, one of you were available to assist?" she asked.
Mandy thought in a flash.
"Well, I have to be somewhere else, but I’m sure Lynne here would 
be delighted to assist, wouldn’t you Lynne? You could help Susan 
here cut off our slave’s cock, couldn’t you?" said Mandy, nudging 
Lynne’s arm. 

Lynne looked at Susan, then back at her friend then again to Susan.
"Well, I suppose I could," she said, "if you told me what to do of 
course."

Susan beamed at them both,
"Excellent," she said, "I’ll make the arrangements for the boy and 
then perhaps we can have lunch and then we can get on with the job 
immediately after that." She beamed a huge smile again as she got 
up and went to the telephone. A few minutes later, two young 
females arrived and escorted Kevin out of the room.

Lunch consisted of a splendid cold meat salad, served to the girls 
in the dining room by two quite naked young men, both about the 
same age as Kevin, and both of whom wore a similar metal restrainer 
around their genitals. The girls chatted about one thing and 
another, although the subject of Kevin and the events planned for 
that afternoon was not discussed. Immediately after lunch, Mandy 
made her excuses and left, but not before she had whispered in 
Lynne’s ear that she should ‘have fun’ that afternoon.

Lynne and Susan made their way downstairs to the end of a corridor 
where the sturdy door at the end was locked.
"Your slave is in here. He will have been prepared and secured, so 
I shall go and get the things we shall need. I’ll be about ten 
minutes or so and I thought you might like to amuse yourself with 
your new slave, for the last time so to speak," said Susan, winking 
at the end of her statement. Lynne merely smiled but said nothing.

Susan unlocked and opened the door and then ushered Lynne into the 
room where she left her alone. The room was not that large, 
windowless and with whitewashed walls, a large stainless steel sink 
against one wall. In the centre of the room was a large black 
chair, just as you would find in a dentists office. Firmly secured 
to the chair was the naked Kevin. 

Tight straps ran across his chest, shoulders and hips, and even his 
head was secured so that he was unable to move it. Further tight 
straps had been secured around his wrists, elbows and upper arms. 
His legs were spread as wide as possible and again, thick, strong 
looking straps secured him at the ankle, knee and upper thigh. It 
was quite obvious that the boy was incapable of even the slightest 
movement, and to ensure his silence, a large ball gag had been 
forced into his mouth and secured.

Lynne also noticed that the metal restrainer had been removed so 
that now his thick, circumcised penis lay between his splayed 
thighs.
"Hi," said Lynne, smiling at him, "I’m Lynne, your new owner. Do 
you know why you’re here, do you?" she asked, but of course due to 
the ball gag, the boy couldn’t answer.

Lynne walked around him and then stood between his splayed thighs. 
She visually examined his body for a moment.
"I bet you were quite popular with the girls before, weren’t you, a 
good looking lad like you. Had a lot of girlfriends, did you?" she 
asked, but again the boy was unable to respond. Lynne’s hand began 
to gently stroke the boy’s thigh.


"I bet you screwed quite a few of them as well, didn’t you? Pulled 
down their pants, played with them for a while and then screwed 
them. I’ll bet that’s what you did." She paused for a moment, 
before continuing, "and while you were playing with them, what were 
these girlfriends of yours doing? Playing with you, I suppose." 
Lynne’s hand moved up from the boy’s thigh and gently took hold of 
his penis. 
"Is this what they played with, your cock, getting it all big and 
hard so that you could screw them."

A few doors away, Susan was grinning as she watched the television 
screen, a screen which showed in perfect clarity everything that 
was happening in the room where Lynne and Kevin were, thanks to the 
small hidden camera secreted in the light fitting. Susan adjusted 
the controls to zoom in for a moment as Lynne’s fingers folded 
around Kevin’s penis and began to masturbate him. The camera had 
been installed to film all amputations, but Susan now ensured that 
all new clients were left alone with their male slave for a few 
moments first, just to see how they reacted to the situation. Lynne 
was behaving just as all the previous female owners had done. As 
soon as they had been alone, each of them had always played with 
their slave’s cock.

Back in the room, Lynne had fallen silent, simply watching Kevin’s 
penis grow and come to erection in her hand. Lynne had only limited 
experience with boys, but she had masturbated a few in her time and 
quite enjoyed doing so, feeling a young man’s penis in her hand. 
She concentrated all her attention on Kevin’s penis oblivious to 
everything else. He was now fully erect and Lynne was quite 
surprised by his size. Kevin had a big cock, certainly larger than 
some of the other boys she had handled in the past.

For an unknown reason, Lynne had a sudden desire to suck it. She 
couldn’t understand it as in the past she had always flatly refused 
to do such a thing for any of her boyfriends. The thought of having 
a penis anywhere near her mouth had always disgusted her, but now 
she had a sudden and overwhelming desire to do just that. Why she 
couldn’t understand, but the desire would not go away. What would 
it feel like? What would it taste of?
Lynne thought the idea crazy. After all, she had only met Kevin a 
few hours before so how could she possibly consider doing such a 
thing, and to a slave boy as well.

Susan adjusted the controls once more and panned out the camera 
angle. The view of the boy, secured helpless and being masturbated 
by Lynne remained perfect. Then Lynne seemed to slow her hand 
movements and pause for a moment, her fingers gripping the base of 
Kevin’s penis, his erection pointing up vertically.

The camera position and focus could not have been better. Susan was 
presented with the perfect view of Lynne, swiftly moving her head 
forward, opening her mouth and then impaling her mouth onto the 
slave’s penis. Susan laughed out loud at what was on the screen, 
Lynne’s mouth spread wide and now bobbing up and down on the boy’s 
swollen cock.
"I would never have guessed you were a sucker," said Susan to 
herself. She watched Lynne for a moment or two longer.
"What a great pity your not one of my slaves," said Susan again to 
herself, "I could sell you for a fortune with a talent for cock-
sucking like that."

Kevin’s penis tasted of nothing in particular at all, but the 
overall experience was very pleasant indeed as far as Lynne was 
concerned, feeling the warm, velvety smooth flesh in her mouth. Her 
tongue explored the knob over and over, licking and flicking over 
and around it. Lynne enjoyed the feeling of being completely in 
control, and it was this feeling of total power which she found so 
pleasurable. Having this young male naked and helplessly secured so 
that she could do whatever she liked, that was a real kick for her.

For the first time in a very long time, Kevin relaxed. He even 
forgot for a few moments about the strong bonds which secured him 
to the table, helpless and naked. The warm, wet and very 
enthusiastic mouth of the girl made him forget about his 
predicament. It was some time since he had received any pleasurable 
sensation in his genitals, and even longer since he had been 
sucked. The girl’s teeth raked gently and seductively up and down 
his shaft whilst her tongue repeatedly licked and flicked at his 
knob. Being denied any sexual release for so long, he knew he 
couldn’t hold on for long under this sort of attention. 

This was something Lynne was only too well aware of, and she had no 
intention of bringing the boy to orgasm. She just wanted to suck 
his cock and tease him a little. With Kevin’s penis still in full 
erection, but before he reached his climax, Lynne suddenly stopped, 
stood upright and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Lynne 
grinned at him.
"Liked that did you, me sucking and playing with your cock? I hope 
so, because you do realise it was for the very last time? Very soon 
now, no-one else is going to be able to play with it or suck it are 
they? Even you won’t be able to play with it because you won’t have 
a cock left to play with, will you?" she said.
She moved closer to the boy’s face, but her right hand remained on 
his penis. She wiggled it back and forth briefly. 
"Because, now that I’ve finished sucking it, I’m going to cut this 
thing off, aren’t I?" she said.
"That’s why you’re here isn’t it slave? So I can cut off your big, 
randy penis once and for all, and that’s something I’m really 
looking forward to." 
Lynne smiled at the boy, and in her hand, she felt his erection 
began to wilt rapidly.

Kevin almost cried. For so long he had worn the restrainer fastened 
around his cock, preventing him from masturbating or even getting 
an erection, and now that it had been removed and a female had 
decided to suck him, he was still to be denied the long awaited 
relief of an orgasm. He clenched his fists in rage and frustration, 
but there was nothing he could do.

Susan moved away from the television screen, still smiling to 
herself at what she had just witnessed, but she ensured that the 
video remained running, preserving what had happened, and what was 
yet still to come, for posterity. She pushed the small metal 
trolley down the corridor to the room at the end where Lynne and 
Kevin waited, and pushed open the door.
"Right then, all ready?" she asked as she pushed the trolley over 
to Kevin’s side. The contents of the trolley were hidden from view 
by a white cloth, but under it was all the implements they would 
require to deprive Kevin of his penis.

Susan pulled away the white cloth to reveal the various instruments 
and at the same time, she turned to Kevin.
"Right boy," said Susan in a matter of fact way, "we will now start 
the preparations for the removal of your penis. The operation 
itself will only take a few minutes and you will be conscious 
throughout. It may be a little painful for you, and you will 
certainly feel your penis being removed, but it will be quite 
bearable I assure you."
Kevin’s nostrils flared as his breathing rate increased and his 
eyes darted from one girl to the other. Beneath his gag, he was 
already crying out, alternatively pleading and begging and then 
yelling and cursing them, but not a sound was heard. His fists 
clenched as he ineffectively strained against the bonds which held 
him immobile.

Susan picked up something from the trolley and moved round so that 
she was between Kevin’s splayed legs. She showed Lynne what was in 
her hand, a piece of metal, about ten centimetres square, and about 
ten millimetres wide, with a large hole in the centre of it.
"This merely acts as a guide for the cutter," she explained. She 
showed Lynne the hole through the centre of the rectangular shape.
"The device is a form of clamp which slips over the boy’s penis, 
and then can be clamped down at the base. This then ensures that 
the final cut is made as close to the body as possible so that 
every bit of the penis is eventually removed."
Lynne nodded, understanding the purpose of the clamp.
Susan took hold of Kevin’s penis and guided it through the hole. 
His cock was still large, but no longer erect and it passed through 
easily.

"Right, Lynne, this is where I need your help," said Susan. "To 
ensure I get this clamp right down at the base I need you to take a 
firm grasp of his penis and stretch it out, away from his body."
With mounting excitement, Lynne grabbed hold of Kevin’s cock and 
pulled it hard, stretching it painfully for him.
Susan began to fiddle with the adjustment on the clamp device.
"That’s good," said Susan, still adjusting the device.
"Now pull a little more will you,….and hold it there, that’s 
perfect." Said Susan.

Kevin felt as if his cock was about to be pulled off by the girl 
holding onto to him, grinning at his hopeless position. He wriggled 
and struggled frantically in an attempt to escape from the clutches 
of these two women, but he was held fast. Kevin felt the metal 
device begin to tighten around the base of his penis. Susan’s 
fingers continued to adjust it and it got tighter and tighter, 
crushing his sensitive flesh. Kevin screamed out at the increasing 
pain in his genitals, but no sound was heard.
"There," said Susan, "you can let go now."
Lynne, perhaps with a little reluctance, released the boy’s penis, 
watching it flop between his thighs, growing darker in colour all 
the time and starting to expand once more due to the constriction 
of the clamp. Susan made a final check of the clamp.
"Yes," she said, finally examining it, "that’s perfect."

Susan moved back to the trolley and removed an already loaded 
syringe and needle and returned to between Kevin’s legs.
"This is a fast acting chemical compound which will effectively 
cauterise where the cut will be made. It seals off all the blood 
vessels, so that when the cut is made there is hardly any bleeding 
at all. It’s wonderful stuff, and it’s really what has made this 
operation such a simple affair."
She grasped Kevin’s penis again and plunged the needle deep into 
the shaft of his cock, just by the clamp. She injected in some of 
the liquid and pulled out the needle, before turning his penis in 
her hand slightly and plunging the needle back in again.

In all, the needle was jabbed into the base of his penis eight 
times, and Kevin felt agony each time as the needle was thrust in, 
silently screaming on each occasion. Finally, the syringe, now 
empty, was returned to the trolley.
"We’ll just give it a minute or so to work properly and then we’ll 
be ready," said Susan. Lynne was now biting her bottom lip. She 
felt as if she would faint with excitement and anticipation. She 
knew already that her pants were soaking wet.

Susan once again returned to the trolley and removed something as 
yet unseen from the lower shelf. It was two sturdy wooded handles, 
joined together by a piece of very fine wire, which she held out to 
show Lynne.
"The cutter," she exclaimed, smiling. She held the two handles 
apart, showing the almost invisible wire which fastened them 
together. 
"The wire is high tensile steel, extremely strong," she explained.
"As the penis is only soft tissue and muscle, the wire provides a 
much cleaner cut than even the sharpest knife. We simply loop it 
around his penis, apply gentle pressure to the handles and the wire 
snips it off, quick as you like," she said, grinning at Lynne.
"Ready?" she asked, and Lynne nodded.

Both females approached Kevin, the cutting wire held between them 
and Susan lifted his penis slightly, passing the wire underneath 
and behind the clamp. She crossed the wire over at the top and then 
passed one of the handles to Lynne and retained the other herself. 
Kevin struggled with every bit of his strength to free himself, but 
it was quite hopeless. Despite his best efforts, hardly any 
movement at all was noticed by the girls. His struggles were 
interrupted by Susan. 
"Right, slave," she said, looking directly at his face, "time to 
say goodbye to your cock, I think." She grinned at him.

Kevin felt the wire tighten around the very base of his penis, and 
closed his eyes. All male slaves were aware that one day, a 
decision may be made to remove their penis, but all secretly hoped 
it would never happen to them. The restrainer or other chastity 
device that boys were forced to wear was cruel enough, but at least 
with that you were still a male, you still had a cock between your 
legs. 
Lynne and Susan began to apply pressure to the handles and the wire 
became taut. As more pressure was applied, the wire began to 
firstly tighten further, and then began to cut into the flesh. 
Kevin could certainly feel it, but the pain, thanks to the injected 
drugs, was only slight.

"That’s fine," said Susan, "just keep gently applying a bit more 
leverage…that’s fine."
Both of the women had their eyes glued on Kevin’s penis as they 
applied more and more pressure and the wire cut deeper and deeper 
into the shaft. Slowly but surely the fine strong wire began to 
overcome the resistance of the flesh and tissue as it cut deeper 
and deeper into the boy’s penis. Suddenly, the wire gave a little 
as it cut through the last resistance of the flesh and Kevin’s 
penis, still with the clamp attached, fell onto the table between 
his thighs. As Lynne watched the now detached organ fall from his 
body, her legs buckled slightly as a powerful orgasm exploded with 
her. Her fantasy had become a reality.

Susan immediately applied a dressing to the wound between Kevin’s 
legs, and when this was secure, she reached down for the amputated 
penis and clamp.
"There," she said, holding up the ‘trophy’ to Lynne, "that won’t 
cause you any trouble in the future will it?" Lynne said nothing, 
but beamed a huge smile as she saw the severed sexual organ held 
out to her by Susan’s hand.
          
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It was some ten days later when Lynne and Mandy returned to see 
Susan, and to collect their new slave. Susan had been delighted 
with the healing process and the boy was now due to go to his new 
home. The girls had been drinking coffee when Kevin was shown into 
the room. As before, he was naked except for the brief posing pouch 
which now seemed a little less full than the last time they had 
seen him wearing it. He was told to stand in front of where Lynne 
and Mandy were seated, facing them.

Susan explained that both his wrists and ankles had been fitted 
with restraining straps which could be easily and swiftly 
interlocked to secure wrists behind or in front as the need 
directed. Likewise, the ankles could be fastened together or to 
other devices as the owner say fit. 
"Very handy if you want to secure him in a specific place or to 
ensure his hands don’t interfere during any punishment awarded," 
she had said.
She moved behind Kevin and continued,
"Anyway, let’s have a look at you handiwork shall we, Lynne?"

Susan unclipped the pouch and swiftly pulled it away in one 
movement, rendering him naked once again. Both Lynne and Mandy 
immediately looked between the boys thighs.
Kevin’s balls were still clearly visible, hanging between his legs, 
looking perhaps slightly larger if anything, but above his balls 
was…nothing, quite simply nothing, and other than a small patch of 
healing scar tissue, not even a hint of where his penis had once 
been attached.
"I’ve taken the liberty of attaching a ball ring around his 
testicles," said Susan, pushing the boy’s balls forward so that the 
shiny metal ring fastened tightly and securely around the top of 
his scrotum was clearly visible.
"I think you’ll find it most useful," she continued, " as you can 
attach a tether or a leash and thereby lead him around by his 
balls. You will find that they remain as sensitive as when he had a 
cock, so try attaching a few small weights down there for a simple 
and very effective punishment. I understand that they become quite 
uncomfortable after a few hours."

Minutes later, the two girls and their new slave were at the main 
door about to leave, Kevin now with a short leash attached to his 
balls and his hands fastened behind his back.
"I almost forgot," said Susan, producing a small jewellery case 
from her pocket.
"A little thank you for being my assistant," she said, handing the 
box to Lynne.
Lynne was surprised.
"This isn’t necessary," she said, and then as she opened the small 
box, she continued, "I enjoyed helping you and there was no need…" 
Her voice trailed off as she examined the contents of the box.

"It’s beautiful," Lynne said, simply staring at the contents of the 
box, "and so lifelike. You would swear it was the real thing."
Susan giggled.
"It looks like the real thing, because it is the real thing. It’s 
his," she said, indicating Kevin.
Lynne looked stunned and Mandy was trying to see inside the box to 
see what all the fuss was about. Lynne began to remove the length 
of fine gold chain from the box, and then suddenly the object of 
her surprise came into view for all to see.
"It’s the boy’s penis," explained Susan. "It has been specially 
treated so that it will not discolour or deteriorate in the future, 
and I’ve simply added a clasp and chain so that it can be worn as a 
pendant. I understand that amongst young ladies, they are becoming 
increasingly popular and are worn so that all who see it are aware 
that somewhere a young man has made the ultimate sacrifice and had 
his cock turned into a pretty necklace for a lady to wear."

Lynne placed the pendant around her neck and fondled it lovingly.
"Thank you," she said to Susan.
"It seems, slave that you haven’t lost your cock after all, have 
you?" said Lynne to the hapless looking Kevin. "From now on, 
everytime you look at me, you’ll be able to see your penis as well 
won’t you, because it’ll be right here, around my neck."
All three girls laughed, but for some reason, the boy didn’t.
Mandy took hold of the leash attached to the boy’s balls and gave 
it a tug.
"Come on, slave, let’s get home. You’ve got a lot of work to do 
tonight," she said.
"Yes," added Lynne, "and a great deal of personal attention to give 
to your two new owners as well."  All three giggled.

As the two girls waked off down the drive, Susan felt almost sorry 
for the boy. Not only had he lost his cock, but by the morning he 
was certain to have sore knees and a very tired tongue!

              
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The End.

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