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Was it really always raining? The night was empty, apart from the orange glow of the street lamp, and the water pouring into a metallic grill. Much the same as any night really, I was here again, at the local meeting place, looking for messages carved on toilet walls. Parking my silver BMW outside always left a risk of being discovered, it had a personalised plate, Adam, but fuck, I didnt care to be honest. What I did care about was how horny I was. Raincoat aside I ventured in, choosing the left stall first. There was the usual collection of forty-somethings looking for a younger guy (actually I am one of those people, but prefer not to think of myself that way) As I looked down the wall I saw an unusually long notice.
Cute guy 16 y/o, thin, brn hair, 61, athletic build, wants penis cut off. 7 (for now!) Fully serious. Pls leave time/plc to meet. Next to it was a drawing of a young teen with the penis being cut off. I was impressed; if the message was real it was certainly different. Cutting off a guys dick was something Id never given it a thought before but I was very into hurting young guys, so I left a simple reply Ok, meet Thursday, 9 pm William get up youll miss school, AGAIN! Crap. When would mum realise I skipped school mostly? Hopefully never I guess, still, had to pretend .. Eventually night came, Id been down @ the beach with some friends during the day, and now I came back there, but with a different purpose; I wanted to check out if my message had been replied to, Id left it a little long, it was now Thursday, three days since Id written it. The reply was simple and promising, Id have to wait two hours until whoever arrived, assuming the reply was real I made the time up by stripping naked. I was extremely thin, not without muscle, the kinds of body older guys seem to find so strangely kinky. I enjoyed being naked tho. I felt free, and so I swam out to the boats moored in the bay, and took advantage of the rock face to do some climbing. I really hoped he would turn up. BMW or no, it could be hard to pick up young guys. I saw a green BMW waiting by the Mens lavatory. I was only wearing my board shorts at the time, but I couldnt wait, this was my dream! The figure inside motioned me to come closer The kid was very cute. Shortish brown hair, and the most slender athletic form, the kind that made young guys so damned kinky. He wavered, and then as I motioned for him to approach, he walked forward, taught muscles and sinew rippling as he did so. The kid wasted no time and got in the passenger seat. I came right about then. The leather felt good against my skin. Hey.. uh Im William, I guess youre Adam? My new friend, (sorry Adam) nodded. I had a huge boner, which was kind of exposed. Youre the guy who wants to.. um, yknow
William looked me up and down whilst he asked me if I was the one who wanted to yknow. I nodded. Well, when should we start? Right away? I continued. William seemed to be a little surprised at my eagerness to start cutting up his cute flesh, in fact all he could manage was a little gulp and a quick nodding of the head. I started the car up. The journey out to my house would take only a few minutes, as this was the edge of the suburbs, still, I could hardly wait. The car ride was over very quick, Adam lived in a large house, about a half a kilometre away from his nearest neighbour. But still on the outskirts of town. As we pulled up, Adam started stroking my still wet flesh. As he caressed me, I slowly slipped out my dick, showing him his prize. Adams face and eyes beamed with satisfaction. We quickly went inside. I soon found he had a whole torture table set up in his basement, along with cages and other stuff that I couldnt identify. I told William to get on my table As he did I shackled both his ankles and his wrists, keeping his arms held high above his head, so it was a little uncomfortable. Slowly but surely Adam worked my dick until it was harder than it had ever been. Then, unannounced, he pulled out a blade razor, and began cutting. The blood went everywhere, I had only sliced off about an inch. Piece by piece I I screamed, four cuts later, my dick was in various pieces on the table, with a few inches left hanging from my body. The last two slices were the best to do. The snap as the final piece of Williams dick disconnected was ecstasy. Adam took my dick away, and returned a few minutes later. I realised there was no going back, without my dick I would be constantly horny, as I wanted, and I would be frustrated, as I wanted. Which only left the question, why did I feel regret? At least the cutting was over. I decided when I first saw William that Id take his legs. This was not that easy to do surgically. For conveniences sake I used a sickle, with a bolt-cutter for the bone. The look of horror, and the tortured screams from William were almost as good as all the cutting. The right leg's skin could make a good wheel cover for me, thankfully I can cure leather myself. The left leg could be an interesting thing to have stuffed... Hmm, so many choices. By the time I returned William was in shock, the pain was initially dulled by endorphins, at least to a certain extent, but now the pain and blood loss was affecting him. He recognised me as I came in, but little else. I applied some new U.S. army patented healing bandage, supposed to protect against infection and so on, and left him to fend for himself in my cage. If he made it William would be a nice boy to keep. His dick formed the part of a fantastic dish, the slices of young cock being served in sauce Béarnaise. After I woke up in Adams cage, I slowly realised that I wasnt going to be let go, which was initially fine ok me. I learned to become his boy, looking after his cooking and cleaning, walking on my hands, being his toy in the torture chamber. But I wished so hard by the end of the first six months that I had never written that notice. I cried myself to sleep most nights. I wait in fear for the day my master takes my arms. Then I will be nothing but a torso within a cage, but I know I'll always be made to keep my balls
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