Master and Slave 3

I decided on one further modification: removal of all his teeth. For this, I used an oral surgeon who was a fellow master. He removed all the teeth in return for use of the slave for one week after his gums had healed. I agreed to this. A generous master always shares his slaves. After healing, I took him to his temporary master’s home. I instructed him to obey his new master and that I would take him back after a week. The slave, forbidden to speak, humbly nodded his assent.

While my slave was away, I undertook a rigid diet and workout routine to improve my strength and stamina. After a week of this, I was feeling in better shape and went to pick up my slave. His temporary master was delighted with my slave and told me that his performance had been in every way satisfactory. This was good. I thanked the surgeon-master for his excellent work and left for home.

When we got back, I proceeded to make use of my slave’s throat to satisfy my desire, which had been held in check for a week. After a few good sessions of deep throat without any teeth, I was fully satisfied. This slave is working out perfectly, I thought.

One thing had been bothering me since I got rid of my previous slave, though. The cable guy who had been butt fucking him without my permission would have to be punished. How to accomplish this became the subject of my thoughts. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. For, despite the slave’s invitation, this individual had trespassed in my domicile and made use of my personal property and potentially endangered my health by practicing unprotected sex with my slave. My decision came easily. He would suffer the exact same fate as the slave. Perhaps he would end up working next to him in some distant mine. A fitting end for them both. The question remaining was: How to accomplish this without becoming a suspect in his disappearance?

The next day, I struck up an idle conversation with our day doorman, Max, during which I asked him when he was going on vacation. He said that he was leaving next week for Mexico. I asked who’d be standing in for him. He replied that there would be a temporary relief doorman from the union. I wished him a good trip on his vacation and went up to my apartment. A quick check revealed that all but two of the apartments on my floor were wired for cable. My immediate neighbor was a frequent traveler to South America, where he had some sort of business. I found out from the manager that he would be out of town for the next two months. Good. His name was Rafael Hernandez. I got his phone number from the book and waited until Max went on vacation. From a pay phone in the neighborhood, I made two calls, one to the cable company to request repairs and one to the relief doorman, saying I was Mr. Hernandez, and asking him to have the key ready for the cable company man when he got there. The appointment was for the following day between nine a.m. and noon. Good.

The next morning, I got up early. I instructed my slave to dress scantily and to be ready to invite the cable repair man in for some “fun.” Around nine thirty, the same black cable guy showed up. I told my slave to take the trash out, which would take him past the cable guy, who was looking for the right apartment. My slave walked down the hall carrying a bag of trash just as the cable guy was coming back toward Hernandez’s apartment. My slave gave him a “come hither” look. The guy stopped in his tracks and dropped Hernandez’s key on the floor. My slave put the garbage into the incinerator chute turned around and asked, with a knowing smile, “Want to come in and have some fun?” “Yeah. Oh, Yeah!” was all the cable guy could manage. My slave stared hungrily at his dick and walked into my apartment with the cable guy trailing behind, looking at my slave’s butt, dazed with lust. I stepped quickly into the bedroom and slipped silently into the closet with its one-way glass mirrored door.

My slave walked in, quickly taking off his short robe to reveal his naked young body. The cable guy just gawked at him. “Let’s get undressed,” my slave suggested. “What’s your name, Mr. Cable Guy?” he asked. “Monroe,” what’s yours? “Marion,” my slave answered, using the name I had told him to. Monroe was undressing as fast as he could. He couldn’t take his eyes off my slave, so he nearly lost his balance twice while taking off his shoes and socks. My slave offered a condom. Monroe waved it away with “I don’t need no ridin’ hood when I ride.” My slave looked a little scared. Monroe was fully hard and ready to go. “Git on that bed, Marion, and put your ass up towards me,” he ordered. My slave obeyed. As Monroe wet his tool with spit, I stepped out of the closet behind him. With my stunner, I zapped him on the torso, just above his butt. He slumped to the floor, unable to move. “Thank you master,” my slave said, looking relieved. Handing him the stunner, I said, “Zap him again in a minute or two. I have to set up the punishment table.” The table folds down from the wall and is easy to set up. I dragged Monroe over to it and lay him face down. My slave quickly strapped his arms, torso and legs tightly to the table. I lowered the rear part so that his thighs bent down at a right angle to his hips, leaving his butt exposed and his tool and testicles exposed between his legs. Monroe, like it or not, was ready. I took the stunner from my slave and let Monroe have a shot in the balls. He jerked in agony, letting out a loud groan. My slave was watching with great interest.

Monroe’s scrotum was dark brown and held his balls so that one was on either side of the base of his shaft. My gloved fingers discovered that his scrotum was stiff and thick like a heavy brown dough. It took some effort to pull his sac away from his body with my fingers. I had to hold it there with one hand while pushing his balls down into it, away from his body. I circled my thumb and index finger around his sac above his balls and slowly pulled them away from his body in the sac. It was slow going, but in a little while there was a good two inches of sac between his balls and the base of his shaft. Holding them in that position with my left hand, I snapped an elastrator band around his sac just above his balls. Then, I snapped another tightly around it just below where it joined his body. His balls began to change from dark brown to nearly black as their blood was cut off. Monroe was none too pleased with how things were going. He complained that his balls hurt, that I was hurting him, that I should let him go, that he hadn’t done anything. I said nothing as I walked around in front of him so he could watch me sharpening my curved knife on a whetstone. His eyes grew large as he realized what I was about to do. First he threatened that he had friends who would kill me for this. Next he begged me to stop. He begged my slave to get me to stop. It was almost comical listening to him trying everything he could think of saying to try to save his balls from my knife.

“Monroe,” I explained, “your balls are coming off because you had unprotected sex with my last slave and because you were about to subject my new slave to the same. You are a man whose balls rule his life. Once they are off, you will shortly have a new perspective. This will be my gift to you.” “Gift? Motherfucker, you’s twisted as a fuckin’ corkscrew! Let me the fuck go! Your slave wanted it! Whassa mattah wif you, caint you satisfy you own slave I gotta do it for you? Motherfuck, you should be glad I solve you fuckin’ problems. You needs a real man like me aroun’ to help out! Right? Now come on, let me down offa here. Look, I ain’t botherin’ no more slaves of yours nohow. Now let me the fuck loose, dammit!” was Monroe’s shouted reply.

There was really nothing for me to say, so I walked behind him, pulled his balls out away from his body and put the wickedly sharp blade of my knife onto the strip of sac between the two elastrator bands.

Monroe was hysterical now, babbling, screaming “No,” trying frantically to free himself from the straps. I tapped the blade against his skin, drawing a drop of blood. Monroe screamed and struggled harder.

You must understand that, up until he is castrated, a man consciously takes his balls for granted. There is, though, constant communication going on between his brain and his balls. When cold, the balls are drawn up to the body to keep them warm. When hot, the balls drop down into their sac to cool off. Before a man comes, the muscles in a man’s ball cords squeeze the sperm in the epididymis up into the vas deferens to join the semen that the prostate will pump out of his penis. Handling the balls, either painfully or pleasurably, will normally bring a man’s balls to his conscious attention. When they are removed, even if the cut is made painless with a numbing agent, their sudden separation is felt as an enormous shock to the system – the nerve signals that had passed between brain and balls for years suddenly cease. Rather, the signals from the balls to the brain abruptly cease. It is like the loss of any body part – a sudden cessation of feeling and response from the part. With the balls, there is also no more hormone flow to the body, which now adjusts to its new situation over time. The brain adjusts, too, becoming less combative and calmer. The adjustment takes time, however.

A quick, hard pull on the knife and his balls came loose in my hand. A few drops of blood appeared on both sides of the cut. Monroe’s whole body spasmed when he realized his balls were gone. I quickly cauterized his wound with my small propane torch and rubbed antibiotic ointment on the burn and the tissue surrounding it. I would leave the elastrator band on for a little while to let the wound clot thoroughly. I stood back, admiring the clean cut of a successful castration. Monroe had lost consciousness. He was completely limp. A whiff of smelling salts revived him. I showed him his severed parts. He screamed and began to cry, sobbing, out of control. “Welcome to your new life, eunuch,” I said.

An injection of muscle relaxant and Monroe was ready to be packed and shipped. A quick glance at my watch indicated that pickup would be in less than an hour. I had my slave bring in the trunk while I freed Monroe. I put in a gag and tied him in knees-to-chin position, his hands cuffed to his ankles, which were bound together. He fit snugly. I shut him in, locked the trunk and wheeled it to the back door to await pickup. On time as always, the slaver handed me an envelope of cash and wheeled the trunk down the hall to the service elevator. In less than a day, Monroe the eunuch would be hard at work in his new job.

My revenge complete, I could now resume normal life with my slave.