Bob was dragged to the mansion basement which for all intensive purpouses was a dungeon. He remembers seeing a lot small rooms off to the sides with bars like a prison cell. One of the men that was brought to the island with them was already locked in one of the cells. Bob was carried to a large room with no windows and several devices scattered throughout. He was dropped to the floor, the gag removed and the two men that drug him down there left. With hands and feet still cuffed he laid on the floor.

Then an older man in his fifties walked up to him. “Get on your knees slave and stick out your ass.” Bob looked up at him and not having any strength to fight, did as he was told. The man then began to pull on his balls trying to work them down to the bottom of his sack.

“Spread you knees and hold still.” He ordered and again Bob did as he was told. He then took a small wooden board that was split in half with a hole on the middle, took it apart and began to push it against his balls. Then he took the other half and closed the device around his balls and then took a small tool and screwed them together forcing Bob’s balls away from his body. The board was positioned behind his legs so there was no way for him to stand without ripping off his own balls.

“Do you know what this is called slave?” he asked with a squeaky voice. “No sir.” Bob answered back.

“It’s called a humbler. It was used in medieval times as a punishment. While you have it on there is no way for you to stop kneeling. You will have to crawl everywhere you go or if you stand you will have to be bent at the waist. If you stand, you will put great pressure on your tentacles and you could cause them to be pulled from your body.” Said the old man with a smirk on his face. “Sometimes, if a slave has been bad and not done as they were told I like to tie them up by their wrist and pick them up off the floor. They can try to keep their leg up but as time goes by they have to relax their legs because it’s too much for them. At that time, if there tentacles do not hang low enough, they will tear there balls free. It’s actually quite painful”

“Please, don’t do that to me. I’ll be good I’ll do what you want.” Bob said with a sound of terror on his voice.” “Oh don’t worry, I was told to prepare you for the Master. He likes it when his play thing has nice, low hanging balls. There is so much more you can do with them.” He said. Then he motioned for Bob to follow him.

“This way slave. Follow me.” And he turned to walk to another part of the room. Bob got to his hands and knees and went to follow the old man. Quickly he found how right he was about this pulling on his sack. As he tried to move forward, each time his leg pulled on the humbler he felt the pulling on his balls. He could only crawl a little bit at a time as each movement pulled more. As he slowly made his way to the waiting old man, he looked up and saw the other man that was brought to the island with him. There was the one who fought with the Master and was carried away. He was a bloody mess. He had been beaten very badly and his face was swollen. He was bleeding from his mouth, nose and a cut above his left eye. He also had cuts on his back where he had been whipped. He was hanging by a chain that was locked around his wrist. When Bob saw him he had been lowered to his knees but was still hanging from his wrist and his head was limp. He didn’t seem to have the strength to stand.

“Okay boy, up in the chair.”Said the waiting old man. Bob had a hard time getting up to move to the chair with the board pulling on his balls. Something he noticed about the chair was there was a wide slot in the seat and just behind it was a hole about 3 inches around. As Bob got to where he could sit he found that the humbler fit perfectly into the slot in the seat.

As he put his weight on the chair the old man used another tool and securely locked the board in place. Bob was now fixed to the chair. He could not escape it without ripping off his own balls. The old man then moved behind him and got something off the table. Bob tried to turn to see what it was but could only turn so far. Then the man kneeled down and began to work under the chair. Bob soon felt something pressing against his ass hole. He tried to move away but with his balls locked in place, he had no choice but to let this object enter his still sore ex-virgin hole. A large dildo was pushed up from under him and strapped into place. Bob tried to reach it but could not. The old man moved next to him and asked,

“How’s that? Your ass full now?” Bob was totally uncomfortable and wanted to get this thing out of him but couldn’t. “Please take it out; you don’t have to do this. It hurts so bad. I’ll do anything just take it out.” He begged again. “Sorry kid, if I didn’t do as I was told that rubber dick would be in my ass.” The old man answered back. Then he reached under the seat again and again Bob was in shock. The dildo began to pump up and down at a slow rate. As well as begin to vibrate. Bob’s ass was on fire as this thing worked him over. The old man stood up and looked down at Bob.

“All right then, now your taken care of I can go back to what I was working on.” And with that he walked back to the other man still hanging from his wrist. Bob tried again to free himself but it was again pointless. All he could do is try to relax his ass muscle and “enjoy” this thing working his ass over.

The old man began to work on the hanging mans balls, tying something around his sack. Once he got it on, he tightened it as hard as he could which woke up the man and he began to cuss and swear again. The old man took the small cord and gave it a yank which was answered with a short scream.

“Shut the hell up. You will now see what we do with those that don’t submit to the Master.” Then he attached a small weight to the cord about two feet from his bound scrotum. He then got up and made his way to a control hanging from a wire about five feet away and with a push of a button the hanging man was being lifted up. As soon as the cord was pulled tight and began to pick the weight up off the floor the man came to life again.

“Let me go you son of a bitch! Owwww. Put me down god damn it.” The old man didn’t stop till his feet were about a foot off the ground. Bob’s eye grew wide as he saw the hanging mans balls take on the pressure or the weight. It looked like it pulled his ball a good six inches away from his body.

“Oh, you want me to put you down? Okay let’s see what we can do.” He answered back and with a push of another button he fell and was stopped just as his toes were about to touch the floor. His head flew back and he screamed in pain.

“Oh, I’m sorry did that hurt? Maybe we should try that again.”Said the old man. “NO YOU CRAZY FUCK, stop it!” the hanging man yelled. Up again, this time about two feet off the ground. Again, he fell to the floor stopping short and again his balls took the shock load of the falling weight. And again he screamed. Bob could not believe what they were doing to this guy. All for just putting up a fight. Bob knew right at that point not to cross these people. If he ever did, it would mean a world of terrible pain.

The Old man stopped for a moment and walked up to the hanging man. The hanging man looked at him and spit right in his face. “Fuck you, you twisted fuck.” The old man wiped away the spit and looked up at him. “Big mistake little one.” He replied with a grin on his face. He reached down and added another weight to the first on. The hanging man threw his head back and screamed. “Owwww, take it off, take it off. You win, you win.” The old man said nothing and walked back to the button. Up again, three feet off the floor. Again he fell. But this time the six inch sack between his legs was now a good twelve inches. Again he screamed. Again he went up, this time four feet off the ground and again he fell. This time his mouth was frozen in a scream but no sound was coming out.

“About damn time.” said the old man as he walked back to the hanging man. He began to feel his sack just above the cord and nodded his head. “One down, one to go.” He had ripped the poor guy’s ball right from his body. The hanging man looked down at him and gave a weak, “Fuck you.”

“You don’t learn do you? Okay let’s make it even worse.” He said and moved back to the table. Dear god, how can it get any worse Bob thought to himself? He was about to find out. The old man walked back to the hanging man and held up a knife. Without saying a word he sliced open the bottom of his ball sack and with the pressure of the weight, it split open. The ball that had already been ripped loose fell to the floor. The remaining ball, now exposed caught the full force of the weight. He looked at his handy work with a smile and walked back to the button. One more time he was lifted into the air four feet. One more time he was dropped but this time the weight fell to the floor and with it was the last of the two balls.

The hanging man screamed again and tried to shake his self free. The old man just let him hang there as blood ran freely down his legs. He picked up the set of balls from the floor and placed them in a jar and set it on the table. By this time the hanging man was hung limp from exhaustion just mumbling to himself. The old man then took a clear plastic bag and walked behind the other man. Then with a quick motion the bag flew over the man’s head and was pulled tight. Bob could see the bag suck tightly to the man’s face and he fought to breathe with his eyes opened wide.

“Fuck me? I don’t think so, fuck you.” He said. He held the bag till the hanging man went limp and was dead. He then let go and left the bag around his head and looked at Bob who’s eyes were wide with disbelief at what he just witnessed, and just said, “Don’t you hate I when someone calls you a son of a bitch?” and began to clean up the mess left behind. Bob was left to the mercy of the still pumping dildo for another hour till the cleaning was done. When everything was done he walked back to Bob.

“You ready for bed? I know I am. Let’s get you to your room for the night.” The dildo was stopped but left in place and the humbler was released. Bob slowly raised himself up off the chair and the dildo slid out of his now extra sore ass. A large bucket was brought to him and then was told to sit on it and relieve himself. With one motion he got up from the chair and sat down on the bucket. His ass was so loose from having the onslaught done to it he did not even need to push the crap. He pissed as well and as he sat there, the old man took the tool used to lock the device to his balls and released it. Bob was able to stand once again and could feel the damage done to his tight balls. He felt them rubbing on a part of his thighs that he had never felt before and knew they were lower than they had ever been before. He got up and fallowed the old man to one of the cells he passed on the way in. In the cell was a metal bed frame with some straps going from side to side but no mattress.

“Lay down on your stomach with you head over here.” Trying to protect his tender balls he did as he was told. Once in place the old man took wide tape and began to tape his forearms to the side of the bed frame close to the head. Then he pulled his legs wide and did the same to his lower legs taping them close to the foot of the bed and then took out a large butt plug and shoved it in. This closed up Bob’s ass very nicely he thought. Then he attached a small cord just like he used on the hanging man and tied it around his balls again pulling them away from his body. Bob then saw him pull out a small weight from his pocket.

“Oh please no. Don’t rip my balls off too. I didn’t say anything to you. I’ve been real good.” The old man gave him a friendly smile. “Don’t worry; you won’t lose your balls. At least not tonight, this is to help stretch them out more. Master said he wanted nice low hanging balls on you. Your balls won’t be ripped from you unless you do it yourself.” And then he attached the weight to the end of the cord and wrapped it around a bar under the foot of the bed. When he released the weight it gently pulled the slack out of the cord and put some slight pressure on Bob’s hanging balls. Bob did think this wasn’t too bad and by far not the worst thing to be done to him today.

Then the ball gag went back into his mouth and it was fallowed with a blind fold. With that done the old man took a one inch strap and tied it around his head like a head band. He took the loose end and pulled it tight and fixed it to the end of the bed as well. This caused his neck to be flexed back and held his head up. This was a very uncomfortable way to try to sleep but Bob had been through so much he didn’t think it would keep him from getting some sleep. The last thing done was a set of ear plugs to shut out all sound. Now he was left alone to try to rest.

After about thirty minutes or so he began to cramp up a little and tried to scoot down to the foot of the bed to get some slack on the strap holding his head and the cord pulling on his balls. Just as he moved down a little, the weight pulling on the cord took up the slack Bob had just got on his balls. At that point he figured out why the old man tied his balls this way. If he tried to move to get the pressure off his balls, the weight would pull his balls even tighter. When he relaxed after trying to scoot down he felt the force pulling on his balls. This was awful. He fought to try to get some relief but it only made things worst. Even with this new hell he did manage to fall asleep…… Until he was woken up by someone flicking his tender balls with their finger. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone he thought? About every hour or so he would grunt when they flicked his nuts. He thought he would go mad with this. Fall asleep just to be woken up by some ass hole flicking his hanging, stretched out ball sack. He did get some sleep but he didn’t know if it would be enough to get him through the next day

Chapter 4

Bob was woken up by the old man untying the strap to his head and letting him relax his neck. The level of soreness he had was incredible. The blind fold came off fallowed by the gag and ear plugs.

“Good morning slave. Did you have a restful night?” said the man. “No sir. The thumping on my balls hurt too much.” Bob answered back. “Too bad, you will have to get use to things like that. The Master can have a mean streak sometimes.” He then began to untie his balls from the weight but left the cord in place. “Damn, I left my knife it the main room. I’ll be right back and I’ll get you off that bed frame.” Said the old man and walked out of the cell. Bob could see his balls hanging down below him and was amazed at how low they were hanging. He began to wonder if they will ever be normal again.

Just then he heard something. “Pissst. Over here.” Bob looked up and across from his cell and saw one of the men brought to the island with him. “What’s your name?” he asked. Bob tried to look down the hall to make sure no one was coming and said, “Bob, my name is Bob. How about you?” “Jimmy. What do they have you doing? They have me assigned to some freak grounds keeper. I’m supposed to help him keep this place up. All he did yesterday was feel me up and get is jollies off before he put me to work.” Bob shook his head.

“I’m not quite sure what they want me to do but I think I am going to be some kind of sex slave to that guy they call the Master. Pretty much they have been working my ass hole and pulling on my balls to make them longer.”

“Could be worse I guess, they had me working on some flower garden wearing only a poncho when I saw two guys, if that’s what you want to call them being lead around by leaches. Both had no legs from the knees down and the odd mitts over their hands. I think they were suppose to be human guard dogs. Man, I tell you this place is fucked up.”, Said Jimmy.

Bob shook his head. “You remember that guy that they drug off yesterday? Well I watch them after they beat the shit out of him, rip off his balls. Then after that they killed him.”, Bob told him.

“I keep telling myself it could be worse.” Jimmy said. “I think the thing I hated most so far was having this creepy guy named Harold kissing me on the mouth. I’m no fag and I’m not into that. Him feeling me up was bad but I heated the kissing the most. What about you? What’s been the worse part so far?”

Bob thought for a second. “As weird as it sounds I think I hated being in a diaper and having to piss and shit myself. I I’m not gay either and I had one of those guys fuck my ass for about three hours but I think I can handle that. The diaper sucked because I knew I had to do it on myself. I guess it’s the mind game part of it, but that’s what I hated the most.”

Right then they could hear the old man coming back down the hall. “Here we go, let’s get you off that bed. You have a long day ahead of you.” Bob was cut free and then taken out of his cell with the cuffs still in place. He was lead to another small room and waiting for him was the large man that worked his ass when he first got there. Bob was pulled over to another horse device and tied down again. Again Stephen fucked him with the strap on dildos. For three hours he was worked over. When he was done, he left and the old man was back.

“Okay, let’s keep going. We don’t have all day.” Bob was untied and led next door where there was a small table in the center of the floor. It looked like it came from a doctor’s office and when laid down, the old man pulled out some stirrups and had Bob place his feet in them. His legs were uncuffed and the old man sat in a chair between Bob’s legs. Then he began to cut away Bob’s pubic hair with a pair of scissors till most of the length was gone. Then he put shaving cream on him and began to shave him down. Bob was shocked to feel his dick respond to being handled like this. The old man just kept working with a smile. He shaved everything, from his belly button to his ass hole. Nothing was left. Bob was now bald down there like he was when he was a kid.

The old man turned to get some other equipment and as he did Bob couldn’t help but feel his newly shaved crotch. He felt as if he was truly exposed now. This was more than just being without clothes, somehow worse. The man finally came back and this time he had another device in his hands. He touched it to Bob’s skin just above his dick and began to work. A light began to flash and Bob could feel a slight burning feeling under the light. They were fixing him so he would never have hair down there again. He could feel his stomach sink. He wanted to kick this guy away but had seen firsthand what they do to those that defy them. He could only sit there and accept what they were doing to his body. Ha, his body he thought. He had no control or say what they did. It was there body and they were doing what they wanted.

This continued till the entire area was done and he felt like he had a mild sun burn there. “That should do it. I think you look very nice. If you were not going to the Master, I think I would just have to keep you for myself. Too bad for me. There is just one more thing to do.” Said the old man as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small metal ring with a hole about an inch in the center. He used a tool to unscrew it and it went into two pieces. He then took it and placed it on either sides of his ball sack and began to screw it back together. It kept his balls pushed down and he could feel the weight of the steel. Once that one was done he did it one more time with another ring and screwed it down too.

“There, now you have roughly two pounds always pulling on you. It is also about inch and a half wide which will add to the pressure. If you wear this for any length of time it should cause fairly permanent disfigurement of your balls. Okay, you can get up and get some food. This guy will stay with you till you get to your next assignment. Bob looked up and there was Stephen, the large man in black that had been fucking him with the dildos. Bob stood up and instantly felt the weight between his legs. It was bearable but he found himself walking bow legged.

He was taken back upstairs to the main floor and taken to a large table. There he saw the last of the men brought to the island with him. He was serving the food being brought out. He was wearing a french maids dress, black with white apron and white petticoat. He also had on some thigh high stockings with the guarder belt. Bob sat in a chair and waited to be served. Just before the french maid got to him Stephen spoke.

“You like what you see?” Bob quickly looked down as he realized the large man saw him staring. “What you can’t see is what’s the best.”

As the slave began to serve Bob, Stephen stopped him and said, “Slave, lift your dress and bend over.” He set the food on the table and did as he was told. Bob’s eyes again went wide. This slave had some kind of band around his ball sack cutting off the blood to them. They were already black and looked like they would pop at any moment. “As you were”, the man said to this slave. “Yes sir, Can I do anything else sir?” the slave asked. “Yes, bring me some water when you are through here.” The slave served the food to Bob and Left.

Bob in a very scared and quite voice ask, “Why are you guys doing that to him?” Stephen looked at him and said, “He is a kitchen slave now. His job is to serve food and if the Master wants to be sucked off, well he will do that too. He doesn’t need his balls to do that. In fact the Master likes the slaves he wants in women’s clothes to be more woman then man. In a few days that slave will have breast implants put in. With his balls gone and hormone shots he will begin to look more and more like a female.”

Bob could not believe what he was hearing. “Why not just get a woman to do that? Why do that to him?” Bob asked. “Because he can. It’s a power trip thing. Don’t worry, you will learn soon enough. He has special plans for you.” The man said. “Now finish eating, I have to get you outside and then I have things to do.”

Bob ate as quickly as he could and when done was led outside. His balls were beginning to get very sore from the pulling and swinging of the weights. “You see this path next to the house? You will walk the path around the house till I come back for your second fucking of the day. Go and do not stop to rest.” Said Stephen and then he turned to go back in. Bob felt totally odd standing outside with his hands still cuffed together, completely nude and no hair on his crotch. His balls were hanging low already and knew if he walked for long they would feel like they were on fire. He had no choice, he had to begin walking.

He waddled for about two hours before his balls were screaming for some rest from this torture. He thought about just holding them but what if they saw him. He just kept walking and found himself wanting the man to come and get him for his daily ass fucking. At least that was bearable this just kept getting worse and worse.

Bob had noticed a gate on the back side of the huge home that looked like it went out past the main grounds and into the woods. Each time he passed it he wondered if he might be able to escape that way. What if he never had a better chance he thought? Then he began to wonder what if it was a set up. What if they wanted him to try to escape just so they could torture him more? He thought about it long and hard and decided he didn’t want to be this psycho’s play thing forever.

When he got there again he checked to see if anyone was watching. Other than a few people in the distance doing chores there was no one. He casually walked to the gate and checked to see if it was locked. The gate opened. Just as he began to open the gate he heard a barking sound coming from the other side of the gate. He quickly closed it back and was shocked. The barking sound was coming not from a dog but the two guys Jimmy had told him about. They had some kind of mitt on their hands and both lower legs were gone. This caused them to walk around on all fours like a real dog. Bob latched the gate back and made his way back to the path going around the house.

About an hour later Stephen met Bob at the front door. “Let’s go slave. You have more training to do.” He followed him back in and again they led him down stairs. He was strapped back to the horse and again fucked for three hours. When he was done Bob was left on the horse.

“I see you have trouble fallowing directions.” Said the old man as he walked into the room with the large man behind him. Bob knew right off what he was talking about. “I’m sorry, I was just looking around. I didn’t think it would be a problem.” Bob began to beg. Stephen then took two ropes and tied one to each ankle while the old man put the ball gag back in his mouth. They took him off the horse and led him back to the big room where he was yesterday. Then the Stephen tied the free end or the ropes to the hook that was used to lift the other man the day before. Then with a push of a button, the ropes went up with Bob’s ankles still in them. As soon as his feet were being pulled off the ground he fell back to the floor. Bob was kicking and scratching trying to find some way to stop this. The lifting stopped just as only his shoulders were touching the ground. He then looked up as Stephen was walking to him. He had what looked like a two foot piece of garden hose.

Just then it was lifted back and with a mighty swing hit the bottom of Bob’s defenseless feet. A wave of pain hit Bob like he had never felt before. He tried to scream but the gag muffled his cries. Again and again the hose hit his feet and Bob twisted and jerked trying to get away from it. After about ten minutes Bob passed out from the pain.