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From his commanding view, he watched as Danelle made his way across the crowded club floor. The leather and latex wrapped bodies gyrated to the pounding, pulsating music, made a heaving sea of demented flesh and Danelle bobbed like a buoy up and down as he made his way through the current. Hands reached out to him, pinching, stroking, playing and he teased them as he pushed gently passed them, making an erratic coarse towards the stairs. "He's such a cute bitch, isn't he?" Gundam looked back at Oscar, raising an eyebrow to his vulgarity. "He is a rather handsome fellow." Oscar smiled, knowing his taunting was working. "Are you going to take him as a slave?" Gundam hesitated. "I don't know." "Why not? He wants you." Oscar leaned closer. "He a natural slave and he's picked you to be his master." "What ever for?" Oscar eyed his victim. He was not one to had out compliments when people fished for them, but Gundam seemed to sincerely not know. "Your handsome for one. Two, you have a job that makes money. See Master Lupe there? Works in a comic shop. Mistress Veronica? Social Security for Bi-Polar." Oscar relished as he doled out his secrets. "Mistress Kerry? Takes only rich slaves so she can live off their gifts. You my friend are loaded. Any slave would saddle with you." Gundam didn't seem convinced. "Then of coarse there is the real reason." He leaned closer, sharing his prized nugget of information. "Your comparatively stable. Mistress Raven? She cut a tendon in her own wrist while working in the post office just so she could claim mental meltdown and live off workman's comp for a self inflicted Corporeal Tunnel injury. She's in agony twenty four seven and smiling cause she gets a government check." He glanced down wondering if he could see her on the dance floor. "You've got to admire that in a person, but not the person whom you put above you. You, my friend, have less hangups than any of us. Your a perfect Master for the boy. Gundam seemed at a loss. "Its just that... well, I'm not a homosexual." Oscar laughed, throwing himself back in his chair. "You're not homosexual! You're sexual! Get that out of your head. Admit it, you are attracted to him." Gundam looked down and noticed Danelle looking up at him. He gave a curt nod to the boy's enthusiastic wave. "Of coarse I am." He said back to Oscar. "Who isn't? He's beautiful." "Then what's the problem?" Gundam turned in his seat, draping an arm over the railing. "That is the problem. He's beautiful. He's a 22 years old and puberty hasn't set in yet. I like him because he looks like a girl. There, you happy now?" Oscar mused at the thought, smiling almost triumphantly. He loved nothing more than extracting hidden secrets from his victims. Secrets hidden from the victims themselves, but that he had already figured out. "So you're afraid that your going to take him as a slave, puberty is finally going to kick in and your going to have a hairy ape on your hands." Oscar waved a disregarding hand. "Dump him." The words stung. "Its not like that." Oscar quickly picked up on the new trail. "Oh, like your bitch wife did? She promised to be your slave for life and you married her and then she found a new kick and took your BMW." Oscar watched the color rise in his friend's cheek and he backed off, looking for a new board to pry. "You miss the point here. You master, them slave, abuse them to your delight, not the other way around. If they don't like it? Tough, their slaves. This role reversal of us appeasing slaves is crap. You want him as your bitch? Take him. Tired of him, dump him." Oscar's face changed as and idea crept on him. "Or make him your bitch. Nut him." "What?" Gundam didn't think he heard the word. "Castrate him. You're afraid that he'll get ugly on you. Nut him and avoid that messiness. Make him your little bitch. Knowing him, he would like that." Oscar leaned back on his bench. Gundam wouldn't hear it. "I am not going to castrate anybody." "Why not? Your afraid he won't like it, well that's tough. Its a real slaves life to please you, not the other way around and Dan knows that and accepts that. He wants to please you and if looking like a little bitch tickles your rocks, then he will do it. I bet if he found out you want a bitch then I bet he'd start dressing as a bitch." Oscar looked back, watching Danelle climb the stairs. "If you don't," He looked back to Gundam. "I will. God, the thought heats me up." Oscar turned, smiling as Danelle walked up, head bowed submissively. "Master Gundam. I have arranged a room for your massage." "I'll be along." He answered looking up at the young man's tender face. Youthful and sweet with the lingering of baby fat on his dimpled cheeks. His soft lips were wide and smooth and Gundam noticed with some alarm, they glistened with lip gloss. Gundam waited until the young man turned away before leaning over to Oscar. "Have you been talking to him?" Oscar was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Perhaps he's a real slave and senses his masters desires." Gundam forced his face to be impassionless. "I'll deal with you later." Gundam made his way up the dark steps, following the silhouette of Danelle up ahead. Danelle took care of himself. He was lean, with a scarce hint of muscle. Moving smoothly, like a little china doll, always bowed, always submissive. In the room, Danelle lit candles as Gundam undressed and prostrated himself on the bench. Gundam flinched as the slave's hot oiled hands moved along his body, starting with the feet, massaging every muscle in Gundam's body. In the flickering din of the room, there was no outside world, no stress, no worries, only Danelle's delicate hands sending gentle, fanning waves of electricity through his body. Gundam rolled over, letting Danelle do the same to his front. He watched the slave's smooth nude body, felt his soft hairless skin against his. Danelle watched Gundam's erection with some amusement. "Now heres a stiff muscle we'll have to work on." Gundam sighed as Danelle leaned over. His right hand found Gundam's nipple and teased it. His left gently cupped his balls while his lips, glistening, tender and oh so soft kissed the throbbing shaft. Gundam could feel the slave's breath, hot as a furnace as the lips parted, taking him deep within, slowly like an anaconda devouring its pray. Danelle took his time, letting the flow build. Gundam lifted his head, and in the dim, shifting candle light, he could see the doe fur of the boy's crotch and he wondered what it would be like if Danelle was smooth down there. Cockless, balless, a eunuch slave dedicated to his master's pleasure. Gundam felt his body convulsing, Danelle was picking up the pace. He realized the boy was moaning, brimming with pleasure as if it was his cock getting the mind numbing blow job. Gundam realized that the boy was getting off on the erotic pleasure of the entire ordeal. Gundam laid his head back and exploded. "That was a good one." The boy was smiling, licking his lips. He was glowing with perspiration and self pride. Gundam sat up, letting his quivering legs hang off the bed. "Yes." Gundam said stoicly, not letting the boy's head get to big. "I want you to keep this room. I will send Oscar up. He's a little tense. Take care of it for me." Danelle brightened. "Yes, Sir." Gundam dressed and headed out, stopping at the door. "Good job." He said, and headed downstairs. As Gundam approached the table, he noticed Oscar chatting with an attractive woman, she rose as he approached. "Ah, here he is!" Oscar greeted him. "Could that have taken you an hour?" He presented his companion. "Master Gundam, Helen. And Vice, Versa." He waved the introductions. She shook his hand warmly. "Charmed." Gundam smiled amicably. "And here I thought Oscar might need a distraction. I left Danelle upstairs waiting for you." Oscar suddenly looked like he left the stove on. "Oh good heavens! I can't keep the young man waiting. I trust you to keep Miss Helen company." Oscar sprang from his seat and hurried up the stairs. Helen took her seat as Gundam took his, looking for a waiter. "So Oscar tells me you plan to castrate your slave." Gundam's head whipped around. "What? No! We were only talking about it. No one is going to castrate anyone. Blast that Oscar!" She laid a comforting hand on his. "No need to be upset. Oscar mentioned it to me in passing because I have a professional interest in castrations." She fingered a golden lobe she wore as a pendant. "I do castrations as a side." "Well I am not having anyone castrated, especially on some whim that Oscar cooked up." "Well, its not the sort of thing to be done on a whim, that's for certain." She smiled. "Especially without a little education first." She hailed the waiter and ordered a round. "There are so many myths and fantasies out there. Most men think they would die without their balls." She watched the slave, a pony girl in leather straps and polished buckles slid their drinks before them. "So, what do you want to know?" That night Master Gundam demonstrated erotic whipping to the crowd with Danelle as his subject. Strapped tightly to the X-frame, Gundam started slowly, warming his slave's leather clad ass and switching whips brought up the heat to bake, then broil. At the climax, full lashes turned Danelle's exposed back to a screaming red, but nary a whimper escaped the boy's gag. Finally, one hand spanking, Gundam took the handle of the whip and placed it along Danelle's tight leather crotch and with only a few rubs felt the boy shudder as he erupted in his pants. It was then the boy screamed into his gag and the crowd applauded. Gundam took the boy down, cradling him lovingly. I the weeks that past, Gundam could no longer think of whether or not he was going to castrate the boy. The thought had corrupted him like a secret arcane theory. It possessed his every thought, his every waking moment. It was a building thrill with only one way to abate it. His real dilemma was how he was going to tell him. He called the boy over to his house. Sitting him down, he told him rather abruptly. "I'm taking you as my slave." He said watching the boy's face light up. "As you know, I will be out of town for three weeks, I will expect you moved into the upstairs guest room by then. You will be employed by me as a manservant. Most of your wages will be room and board, but there will be a small stipends set aside as a retirement fund." He glared at the boy. "My slaves are for life." "Of coarse, Master!" Gundam held up a hand to still the boy's eagerness. "Follow me." He rose talking as he did. "When I return, I will expect the following." Gundam opened the door to the basement, their dungeon. He went on, stepping over to a table, turning his back to the boy. "You are to read over these forms and sign them." He leafed through them. "Your employment contract, W-2 form and a Power Of Attorney which will give me total legal power over you. You are also to copy in your hand writing this letter addressed from you to me asking me to assist you in your sex change operation, beginning with a castration and penectomy." Gundam could feel the silent tension in the air, but he pressed on. "You are to gag yourself, strip naked and secure yourself in the pillory." He clicked on the light showing the heavy oak pillowy that dominated the dungeon. The pilary that he and the boy built. "When I arrive, I will expect you in that position prepared for your castration." Gundam lifted a cloth from the table exposing an elastrator. "I will use this. While there is some initial pain involved, it is the most reliable bloodless procedure. In a few days following, a friend will come over who will perform the penectomy and the removal of your dead balls. Whether or not I will continue with your feminization will depend on how I feel at the time." He let his last words float as if the whole thing was a trivial matter. He turned and for the first time checked the boy's reaction. It was complete surprise. Gundam didn't flinch. "Strip your clothes, get the gag and secure your self in the pillory, now." For the first time ever, the boy hesitated in following an order but quickly recovered and within moments the top stocks of the pilary fell into place and even without the lock, the latch falling into place prevented the boy from freeing himself. Gundam noticed the boy's trembling, his twitch as the lock was clicked in place. Gundam dragged the table over so the boy could look at the instruments, knowing the boy would recognize them from the club's cock and ball torture seminars, then left him there to contemplate his fate. In the days before his trip, neither man mentioned the issue as if it were already a done deal. Danelle was as bright and cheery as ever as they said good by at the airport. Three weeks dragged as an annoying blur. As Gundam stepped from the plane his heart was pounding. He had arranged it so the boy would have a way out, a choice. If his orders had not been followed, there would be no castration and they would continue asthey had been. But if he was locked in the pillory... Gundam tried to act casual as he entered the house, looking to see the basement door opened. Gundam fetched a bucket of ice, and a glass of water and headed down. Danelle was in the pillory, naked and shivering, the gag on the table beside the elastrator and the signed papers. Gundam watched the boy's flinch as he secured the padlock on the stock. Then he picked up the gag and looked down at his slave's tear filled face. "I love you master." His trembling lips whispered. Gundam leaned over and kissed his slave, gently at first, then hungrily, enjoying his power. He then gave the boy four extra strength tylenol before shoving the gag into the boy's eager mouth. Gundam brought over a stool and set it beneath the boys stomach. Setting the ice on top, he let the boy's balls soak in the ice. Gundam went upstairs, checking the mail, trying to be a casual as possible, trying to control his shaking hands, letting twenty pass before returning. He moved the ice and slapped his slave's balls. Getting no reaction, he took the elastrator stretching out the sac as best he could, slipped the band as close to the balls as possible. He put four on then slipped the balls back into the ice. Gundam had an outrageous hard on seeing his slave like this and stepped around to the front of the stock. He unstrapped the gag and Danelle's eager mouth quickly sought out his master's body. Already on the brink it did not take much to go over. Trembling, spent, he stepped back looking at his slave's damp, tired and smiling face. Gundam gagged him again, then selected his whips and whipped the boy for over an hour knowing the cold in his balls and the hot sting on his ass would drive him wild. The boy felt no pain as Gundam reached around and grabbed the boy's throbbing member. "Your last time." He whispered as he reached for the hand cream and slowly began to jerk the boy off. Gundam dropped his pants and with a little cream slipped into the boy's ass. "This is your new pussy." He whispered. "Your my new bitch." He felt the boy jerk and spasm as the thought drove him wild. Oscar, that son of a bitch, was right. This was what Danelle wanted. To be a real slave, to be formed and shaped to be his master's toy, his master's object of affection. Gundam was amazed in himself as he followed soon after. It had been hours later when he took the boy from the stocks and helped him up the stairs. He sat the boy on the couch and cuddled him. Danelle touched his cold, dead balls. "I'm your eunuch now." He said. "I'm your slave for life master." Gundam kissed him and slowly rocked him to sleep. In the days to follow, Helen stopped by and with a local anesthesia, surgically removed the boy's cock and relocated his urethra to between his legs. By time the stitches healed, Danelle was up on his feet, doing his house work and pleasing his master. Gundam made him dress in chaps to show off his smooth crotch. It never failed to get a rise. "So how's your little bitch?" Oscar teased his friend. Gundam looked down below, watching Danelle make his way through the crowd. He moved gracefully on his six inch heels. He was wearing his chaps with a spandex leotard underneath that left nothing to the imagination. He had on a waist cincher that curved out his wonderful hips. His black latex shirt clung tightly to his skin, doing nothing to hide his budding breasts. He moved with confidence and authority and the dance floor parted for him. He sprang the stairs as quickly as his heels would allow and sacheyed up to the table with one defiant hand on his hip. With his butch spike hair and juicy, snarling, smiling lips, no one could tell that he had once been a boy. Gundam looked up casually, ignoring Oscar's drool over his slave. "Danelle, take Oscar upstairs. Do him until he can't speak." Danelle seemed to brighten. He leaned over and planted a hot passionate kiss on his master's mouth, letting their tongues work for a moment, then took pulled back. "Yes Master." He said, taking Oscar's arm and leading him away. Gundam watched the leather clad ass hip sway up the stairs. He soaked up the admiring stares he was getting from all the other masters and mistresses. Gundam had a real slave.
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