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I straddled the bench, feeling the cool leather against my skin, it was a whole year now since I had to worry about crushing anything sensitive against it. It had taken me a few weeks to truly get used to my new body shape but I loved my smoothness, my emasculated body. I rocked back and forth a bit, luxuriating in my bare empty crotch pressing against the leather, the slightly sticky contact between the leather and my smooth hairless skin. It had been a tough time, the period after my castration, getting used to the wild fluctuations in hormone level, the sensations of being bereft of testicles, penis, scrotum. What made it double difficult for me was not having my Master around to command me. He had to recuperate and make sure there had been no rejection. He didn't permit me to see him until he had fully recovered. It had been an experimental procedure, to say the least, but thankfully it was completely successful. I remember when he decided that we would do this, I was shocked at the idea. One thing he didn't lack was bravura.
Despite the fact that I considered myself to be heterosexual, engaged to be married even, when he seduced me first, I was a confirmed bottom with him. Even the manner of my seduction was unorthodox. Using his undoubted charm he had seduced first my fiancee and contrived for me to discover them together. He had utterly corrupted her, they had engaged in the most kinky acts. What I saw when I opened the door was my fiancee impaled anally on a huge dildo and drinking, apparently gratefully, a stream of urine from his thick cock. He commanded me to sit and watch and by force of his made me submit to him. He ordered me to suck his cock while my fiancee watched. She could see my true nature as I instinctively worshipped his cock. As he penetrated my ass he thanked my fiancee for assisting him in seducing me and politely informed her that he would no longer require her services but he had a friend who would be interested in corrupting her further. My head was a blur as I watched my fiancee, the girl I thought I would marry, soaked in piss, happy to be put in touch with someone who would sodomise her and urinate on her regularly, all the while being sodomised myself, for the very first time. It perplexed me that, despite the initial rectal pain and the collapse of my life I felt exhilarated and free and profoundly aroused. I moved in with him shortly after, I was only ever penetrated by him, orally and anally, I never penetrated him and received orgasms when I used to be capable of them, only by prostate stimulation, and only incidentally. The thing is, I didn't mind, I received a kind of mental orgasm every time I brought him to orgasm or swallowed his urine. That meant I had several mental orgasms a day. To outsiders we seemed like a regular couple but together, there was only one Master. I rocked back and forth on the bench, waiting for him. He was drying off after a shower. Even now I felt a thrill awaiting him. He walked into the room and he was naked, strong and beautiful. I cocked my head back, opening my mouth, wetting my lips with my tongue. I closed my eyes. We were at dinner when he disclosed his plan to me. He wanted there to be a more physical, more permanent representation of our relationship and had investigated options. he had discovered someone who had researched this and was willing to experiment on us. He didn't ask me, but told me what would happen. I was surprised. I never imagined that I would ever top him, and had no desire to do so, all the same it had never occurred to me that I would have to give up my genitals for him. As he described what he wanted to do, it was arousing. The idea of being neutered for him had a deep submissive appeal for me. It was certainly novel, but it took hold of me and it just seemed to be so right. My genitals were wasted on me, I wouldn't have any use for them, but he might. I felt his cock enter my mouth and I sucked him. It felt so good. I reached up and held his cocks, both of them, with both hands. I sucked his deep into me and jacked his other one, the one that used to be mine. I took his cock out and jacked it while I sucked my old one. The operation had been a complete success and his new cock was just as responsive as the original one is was alongside. I managed to fit both cock heads into my mouth for a moment but they were so thick. I felt his balls, all four of them. he really was twice the man I used to me. He motioned me down on the bench, and came around to my lubed ass. He squirted some lube onto his two cocks and fucked me first with my old cock and then with his original, I could feel one of his cocks up my ass and the other rubbing against my bare hairless mound. He withdrew and I felt a cold breeze. He pressed my back and held his cocks together. I steeled myself as he inched both up my ass, working up until I felt his four big balls bang against my empty crotch. Even though I had been taking two cocks up my ass several times a day for almost ten months they still felt almost too much for me. I felt like I would be split in two. He fucked me long, deep and we were both sweating by the time he was in the mood for oral. He withdrew both cocks from my ass and brought them round for me to suck. I tasted my musky ass on both, it felt nasty. I deep throated one, then the other cock, jacking each in turn. I felt him approach his first orgasm and took his first cock into my mouth, I was so intimate with him that I knew which cock was cumming first. He unleashed spunk down my throat and I swallowed millions of sperms with my own dna, made by my old balls. When my old cock was finished cumming I could feel that his first cock was almost ready. I switched cocks and his second orgasm flooded down my throat, his dna sperm wriggling around with my dna in a perfect mix in my stomach. I licked his balls in turn, thanking them for the wonderful fuck we had just had. He polished off a bottle of water and led me to the shower. I was so used to this now as I drank his piss from one cock, while the other sprayed my face. I alternated between the two until he had finished. He left me as I lathered up and washed, catching sight of myself in the mirror. It had been a great year and I looked forward to many more. I loved my slim smooth physique and the contrast between my emasculated, eunuch body and his strong virile, body, replete with four heavy balls and two thick long cocks, his extra testosterone making him insatiable. I smiled when I heard him summoning me again, he was already ready for more. .
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