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I wouldnt say I was a prostitute or a whore. It just so happened |I fell into male fetish entertainment. Yes, I get paid for pleasuring men in physical and sensual ways. It started at a party where I was in a dark room pleasuring a mans fat cock with my tongue and my mouth. He was just about to fill my mouth with his come when he stopped, quickly removed his cock and offered me money to take him up my hole. I agreed. He filled me with his hot man juice.
From that night onward I was kept busy by men looking for physical and mental sexual pleasure. You name it I did to entertain. My reputation for uninhibited acts of pleasure began to make me known through out the fetish community. I performed with machines, role played with the most humiliating and debased sexual scenarios you could imagine. One example was when I had seven men at me all at the one time. I was made to masturbate two suck one while another penetrated me. The other two gave my cock and balls the most painful torture you can imagine with needles and thread. After this they made me piss into a glass and then made me drink it. The night ended with me being beaten by these men with long thin fibre glass poles and then I had to lick their defecation. Tonight I was to perform with a chap at a dinner party the chaps name was Hugo. When I arrived at the address given to me over the telephone I was ushered into a larger room with a raised stage. On this stage were two stainless steal tables, I saw a rather fat man sitting with only a thong on. His stomach rested on his thighs and his breasts sagged like huge sacks of sand. .His thong bulged with his slumbering manhood which I knew that would make me subject of its and the audiences wishes.. His name was Hugo. I was told to get undressed and put on a pair of red nylons which were to be held up by black garters and a small pair of black pants. I had to put my breasts inside a red bra. I did this and sat opposite Hug Soon the audience began to assemble and before long Hugo and I were the centre of attention. Hugo had instructions to give my hole a good fucking. Hugo came over to me and pulled me over to the raised stage and pushed me up on to it. He whispered to me to hold my balls up so the audience could get a full view of his fucking me. I was pushed on to my knees before Hugo and told to remove the thong that held in his man hood. I did as I was told and to my surprise Hugo was better hung than the thong hinted I calculated nine inches of flaccid man flesh slipped out of the thong.. I noticed a putrid smell coming from Hugo body. It was unwashed sweat and as I pulled his cock near my mouth I could smell urine and stale cum. I pulled back his thick foreskin to see that his bell end was stained with age old cum. I dont think he had washed his cock and balls for days. I had the inkling that Hugo had been picked up off the streets because of his grotesque size and the length of his cock. The audience demanded that I should start the business of sucking and licking his cock. I put my right hand round its girth and put it in my mouth. My tongue tasted its mixture of age old urine, sweat and stale cum. I wanted to vomit but Hugo had it well established in my mouth. With every stroke he made me gag. The audience shout at me to lick and suck Hugos cock until it was clean. I did as I was told which got the audiences blood up for more action. After a short while Hugo pulled his cock out of my mouth pulled me up from the floor and made me kneel doggy fashion He came up behind me and tore off my panties. The audience applauded and encouraged Hugo to give it to me hard. I felt him lubricate my passage with his saliva. He then pushed his cock full ways into me I screamed. Much to my horror and delight Hugo had raised himself from doggy fashion to a standing position with me impaled on his powerful cock. I screamed as he began to use his cock like piston pushing in and out of me. I stretched my legs backward behind him so my hole could take the fullness of his cock. The audience were stunned at Hugos latent poer and strength. With every stroke of his cock I moaned and groaned. He kept muttering that I was a whore who needed well filled with his cock and his cum. After about ten minutes of this pounding Hugo moved himself over to the table with me still impaled. He slid me up the table and I felt the full weight of his fat frame against my body. His bodys odour made me feel nauseous but strangely turned on by it. He sweated profusely. He squeezed my nipples and I held my balls close to my stomach so the audience got its full share of pleasure. I could not move under his power. Soon he came in great floods of man juice that he spurted over my back. In seconds I found myself with his slumbering cock in my mouth, tasting the thick and pungent anal mucus and cum while rubbed my nipples which made me wild for his cock and balls. I heard my self cry out for Hugo to ride me harder. The audience applauded me and demanded that Hugo carry out my request. Hugo became hard and began tto give me another pounding when all of a sudden another man came through a door in front of me dressed in leather overalls. He had numerous tool on a leather belt that was fastened round his waste. He moved toward Hugo and knocked him to the floor with one blow of his fist. Hugo wrenched his cock out of me as he fell to the floor. Hugo was dragged over to the stage and was chained to the table on the left. Hugo protested only to be hit again. He fell into silence. The man came over to me and asked did I need the same medicine that he had just meted out to Hugo. I shook my head. He told me to lie on the table, which I did and the man came over and took off my nylons and bra and pushed me on to the table. He then secured me with heavy chains around my torso. They were so tight I could hardly breathe. I was lying opposite Hugo who looked at me dumbfounded at his and my situation. The man plugged a length of wire into a socket at the end of the wire was a large clamp. The man moved with the clamp over to Hugo, He then placed the clamp around Hugos balls. Hugo immediately let a painful groan out The man then switched the socket on the was a crack of electricity that made Hugo cry out like a wounded animal. The audience loved this and bayed and encouraged the man onward. It must have been about two minutes before the man cut off the electricity to Hugos balls. Hugo was by now semi conscious. The man moved toward Hugo and put on a pair of steel gloves, which had razor like instruments all along both palms. He then put them round Hugos ball sac and began to squeeze and twist them in the gloves. Hugo screamed and passed out. I looked at the mans work: Hugos Ball sac was like a burst tomato, his testicles were shredded and oozed blood on to the table. The man removed the gloves and cut the rags of Hugos ball sac and gathered up the mush that remained of the ball sacs inhabitants. The audience were baying for my emasculation. The man came over to me and ordered me to open my mouth, which I did. He then placed some of the mush in my mouth. He told me to taste the balls of the man who had just humiliated me in front of this audience. I began to chew the morsel. He asked me what d es Hugo really taste like.. I told him Hugo tasted quite sweet. The man smiled and told me I will soon taste my own. At this the man lifted the clamp from the floor and placed it round my ball sac. The pain the clamp caused was almost ball bursting in itself. I could not help myself and burst into long sobs of resignation to my fate. I pleaded with him. He told me to dry my eyes. I watched him as he turned the power on. I felt it run through my whole body but my balls were on fire. The crackle of the electricity made the audience all the more eager for my emasculation. I was almost unconscious when the man turned the power off. He did not go for the gloves. I was to be castrated in a more natural manner. The man removed from his belt a small pair of rose shears a gardener would use, He lifted my numbed ball sac and put into the jaws of the tool. He smiled at me as he stroked my left nipple. He then put full pressure on the handles which made the blades cut cleanly through my ball sac and through the tubes of my testes. With one tug I had been deballed. The man held my ball sac and its contents to the audience who immediately began to auction them for the biggest price. I passed out. Some hours later I woke in a strange bed. A naked man was sitting on the bed looking down at me, He told me he had won both me and my ball sac. I was now to be his slave eunuch. His first request was masturbation followed by a blow job. I remember what the man had said: Dry your eyes,
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