I remember when my whole life was devoted to the pleasure of sex and sexual contact. Strange as it may seem to you, looking at me in my humiliated and degraded position, the pleasures given and received by my cock are still a fascination. I love the feeling of my balls churning as I watch the purple head of my cock glistening before the wet dripping snatch of mistresses favorite slave girl. Without my choice, my cock will enter her. I watch with excitement at how its thickness spreads her wet cunt lips, shuddering with remembrance of the feel of wet, slick pussy against my achingly hard rod. It watch her shudder and gasp as my thick meat plunges into her, nine fat inches of beautiful cock. Mistress Julia shudders in delight, utterly in charge as my cock makes her young slave girl pant and moan. As it pulls free of her snatch, I see the girls lube glistening on the swollen mushroom head of my super hard cock. The view is torture for me, because I know I cannot cum.

It’s hard to believe, three years ago, that I was bored with the endless string of girls willing to surrender themselves to my huge man-meat, but it’s true. Ever since the first showers in high school, the talk about my super endowment followed me around campus. girls and women staring at the ample bulge in my baggy jeans let me know I was in control. For years, I fucked who I wanted, when I wanted. My girlfriends even consented to threesomes rather than give up the pleasure of my cock. I can still recall the sensation of the sperm boiling out of my balls, and jetting from my shining cock-head, as two girls swirling tongues eagerly worked my shaft. The fact that I’ll never feel it again haunts me.

My cock slams harder into the ripe, red-haired cunt of the slave girl, who gasps and shudders in pleasure at its girth and length. She allows her finger to drift in lazy circle across her fat, hooded clit, until Mistress notices the transgression, and ends it with a slap across her face.

“You will not touch yourself again, unless you want to end up like him!” she cried, nodding to me. I can’t help remembering how it was I ended up in this strange situation….

As I said, three years ago, looking for something a little more exciting than vanilla sex with sexy but passing lovers, I answered a personal ad in a local newspaper. The ad was short, but it intrigued me. “Deperately seeking Size!Are you man enough to satisfy this hot, dominant Goddess? Send photo with proof of endowment. Must be willing to make sacrifices for my pleasure. Mistress Julia.” If I had known what that last line meant, and what terrible sacrifices I would make… I was sure that my nine-inch cock could satisfy Mistress Julia like no other man’s. As I watch my swollen shaft pounding into the orgasming cunt of the girl, I feel a strange satisfaction that in a way, I was right.

Our first date, I couldn’t take my eyes off her stunning beauty. Intense green eyes burned beneath firey red hair, and her double D tits were nearly spilling out the top of her little black dress.The lust in the air was electric, and by the time we got to her place, I was ready to explode with lust. Our first night, to my surprise was just like a normal date. In short a non-stop fuck-a-thon. I loved the way she shuddered in pleaure as she moanined about having found the perfect cock at last. She even took me into her tight, perfect ass before the evening was over.

In the morning, Julia kissed me sweetly goodbye, having made arrangements for the following week to go to her summer home in Napa Valley. Turns out, Mistress Julia was a wine heiress, swimming in cash, and responsible for nothing but her own pleasure. I could not believe my luck. The last thing she said was, "Now that I have found the perfect cock, I'm never going to let it go, as long as I live." At last, my nine-inch, thick endowment was about to get me something more than a swift nights pleasure. I was already spending her millions as I packed my case for the following weekend.

As we pulled up outside her mansion, I was shocked to see a buxom woman in a maid's uniform that seemed painted on emerge from the front door and kneel in the gravel drive. Julia, the woman I now only refer to as Mistress, stepped from the car, and gently raised the hem of her leather mini skirt. The Maid crawled forward, burying her head into Mistresses crotch, eagerly lapping at her bared cunt until shoved roughly away a leather gloved hand. Mistress eyed me, and the obvious bulge in my pants.

“Do you see what kind of devotion I require Slave David?”

I had read enough kinky sex stories to know to respond “Yes Mistress,” and kneel beside the car.

“Now finish me,” while Slave Ann takes the luggage in. I crawled forward to suck her swollen labia, still wet from Slave Ann’s minstrations, and she leaned back against the hood of her roadster, hands drifting over her breasts and body as I worked her towards the edge of orgasm. When she came at last, I rose, hand on my belt, preparing to unleash my throbbing cock. A crushing knee to my privates doubled me over, and she stood above me cowering on my back in the rough gravel drive. I could see both anger and amusement on her face as she said sternly, “You do not stand without my permission. You do not undress without my permission. You do not cum without my permission slave. I own you and your cock now.”

Before I could respond, two muscular men appeared, and grasped me by the arms, dragging me into the house. Behind me I hear heard mocking voice. “Welcome to the world of Mistress Julia. You arrived as a man, but you won’t leave that way.” Things seemed to be prepared for my arrival, but I couldn’t have guessed that they had been planning for my cock to arrive for two years. One little article in the Sunday LA Times had spelled my doom as a man, and precipitated my everlasting slavedom, long before I ever met the beautiful Mistress Julia.

The cries of the slavegirl and the eager panting of my mistress pull me back to the present. My cock is now at its beautiful best, head nearly the size of a plum and glistening, veins standing out. Mistresses mouth is locked in a tongue tangling kiss with slave girl’s, as my cock pounds towards orgasm. My balls feel like tangerines, their unspent lust seed aching without hope of release.

You see, the article mistress read in the Times, was about the man in China, who having lost his cock to disease, received a transplant from a donor. Although psychological issues lead to him having the “donor cock” removed, doctors had proven something. That first evening, she read it to me, as I knelt between her legs, giving oral service while her guards stood watch over my every move. I couldn’t even finger my aching rod, or feel the growing wet spot on the front of my pants…

“You are here because you have the perfect cock.” She arched her hips forward thrusting her fat clit between my lips, urging me to gently suck, as my massive meat ached inside my pants to be unleashed. After a long round of oral, she suddenly said, “Stand up slave.”

I was instantly on my feet, “Undress.”I quickly complied and in a few moments I was standing naked before the woman who would own my cock. She motioned me forward, stroking my think meat into full erection with a leather gloved hand. I heard her breath suck in.

"This is so exciting, to hold the cock I want between my legs forever. I looked down to see her finger circling her clit, above her dripping snatch, while her other, her delicate hand could not quite encircle my engorged member. She leaned forward, sucking the swollen head into her blood red lips, tongue swirling about the crowned helmet. I moaned in ecstacy.

“Good. I love that you feel so much pleasure. You want to give me that cock don’t you?,” she whipered smokily, tongue tapping lightly on the underside. Now kneel down, and finish me with your mouth, but keep your hands off my cock. I went to work eagerly, a dripping pool of pre cum forming on the floor between my knees as I pleasured her.

“You see slave, when I read the article, I realized that they were able to hook up the nerve fibers, veins, and skin from one cock to another man’s body. Imagine, Dr. Leyung was able to make that dead penis come back to life in another crotch. Not just to live, but to function, achieve erection, orgasm! Isn’t it exciting? Lick a little slower now, I’m close, and I want to finish telling you why you’re here before I get off.”

“Did you know slave, that all bodies start out female in the womb? Between our legs we’re all women, until a dose of testosterone starts the penis forming. The clitoris becomes the cock-head, the labia form the shaft and ball sack. But I have exactly the same nerve endings as you down there. They’re just miniaturized…, for now. But Dr. Leyung can cure that. I flew him over after our first date last week, because I knew I had found it at last. The perfect cock. Perfect. You are my cock-donor, and by this time tomorrow, your cock will be between my legs, forever.” She cried out, voice trembling with orgasm. Even as the horror of what she was proposing dawned on me, I felt the sting of an injection, and found myself slipping into blackness.”

That was two months ago, and now, after a complex surgical recovery, here I am, watching my plum-sized cock plough into a beautiful cunt, just like I have hundreds of times before. I only wish I could feel it. As slave girl begins to cum again, Mistress Julia suddenly stops wildly thrusting her hips forward, pulling my nine inch cock out of slave girl. My massive tool, now protruding above her wet cunt, from where her clit used to be, pumps through her fist as she crests in shuddering orgasm. Dr. Leyung's work was perfect. The two women's mouths lock together once more, slave girl reaching between mistresses legs to caress the softening meat in her hand.

“Do you like my cock slave girl?”

“It's the best Mistress. You have the best cock I ever experienced.” Mistress Julia gives me a wicked look, gliding her hand teasingly up and down the swollen length of her still tumnecent cock. A cock that once was mine. I glance down to where my hand is unconsciously caressing my swollen, churning balls which will never again know relief, and a hot tear glides down my cheek.

“Yes, I think my new cock is perfect. I just wish I could spurt like he used to!”

“Me too,"replied slave girl. I would swallow it, or let you spray it all over my big tits.” Slave girl looked at me mischievously, and I felt ice form in my belly as mistress replied, “ Well, we’ll just have to call Dr. Leyung again won’t we,” smiled Mistress Julia, her eyes drifting down toward my bloated ball sac. Oh no, oh no, God no…