Bob woke up on the floor of his cell. He remembered nothing after he passed out from the beating. As his mind became more aware of his surroundings, he felt the throbbing pain in his feet. It was unreal. The pain was one of the worse things he had ever felt.

He went to feel his feet with his hands and he felt another pain. His balls were so sore and he felt like he had been kicked twenty times in the sack. He went to rub his sack and felt the plastic of another diaper. He hated it being on him but didn’t dear take it off. He just tried to massage his aching balls through the diaper.

He rolled over onto his back and looked at his feet. The soles were black and blue from bruising. There was no way he could stand with his feet this way. All he could do was crawl to the bars of the door to his cell and see if there was anyone there. He felt the urge to piss but wanted to keep from wetting the diaper till he knew he would be able to get it off and he wouldn’t have to sit is his own piss for long. After another hour, the old man and Stephen came back. Without saying a word the two walked in and motioned for Bob to come out. Bob, on all fours crawled out of the cell and was led back to the room with the doctor’s table. He was told to get on the table and without being able to put any weight on his feet had a hard time getting up. When he finally did he was told to lie on his back. The old man then felt the diaper.

“I see you don’t like being in a wet diaper. I heard this is what you hate the most, I will use this.” He said. Bob was afraid. How did they find out about him hating the diapers so much? Somehow they learned what was said between him and Jimmy. That had to be it.

“I’ll start using them just please don’t hurt me anymore. I will do whatever you want.” Bob begged again. The other two men just kept working. Soon the old man took out a tray and set it between Bob’s legs. He then took a long rubber tube out and grabbed Bob’s dick. He then began to stuff the tube into his urethra till a steady flow of piss was coming through it that Bob had no control over. The old man just held the open end of the tube to the diaper still under Bob and let it soak it up. When the flow stopped he attached a syringe to a port on the end of the tube and inject its contents in. This filled a balloon at the end of the tube to hold it in place and keep it from coming out. Bob knew with this thing in him he would piss uncontrollably. He would have to wear these stupid things till they took it out.

The next thing that happened was Stephen took out a small rag from a container on the shelf. He unfolded it and set it over Bob’s bald crotch. It was ice cold and Bob jerked when he felt it. He was told to lay still and he did as he was told. For almost thirty minutes they kept his dick as cold as ice. They finally took it off and his normal sized dick was less than a quarter it’s normal length.

The old man then began to pull on the tube exposing as much as he could without pulling the thing out. Then he started to push Bob’s dick down exposing even more of the tube. Then he took a pair of forceps and clamped the tube as low as he could holding Bob’s little dick down. Then he took a pair of scissors and cut off the exposed tube. Bob’s eyes were wide again. If he released the forceps, the tube would slide up into his dick and never come out. He could do nothing to stop it and just let them work, not daring to give them a reason to beat him again.

The old man then took a small tube of glue with a pointy tip and put a drop where the hole was that filled the balloon was. He blew on it a little to help it dry and once it was good enough, released the clamp. Bob’s dick swallowed the tube and it was gone from sight. Bob found himself starting to cry. They have made it so he had to wear those diapers or else piss on himself. He was looking at having to wear these things which he hated so much from now on.

“Why?”, is all he could get out.

“Because we needed something to break your mind as well as begin to break your body. This is how we make good slaves and the Master plans on keeping you for a long time.” Bob could only shake his head and cry even more.

With the procedure done, he was told to close up the diaper he had on. He took each tab and stuck it to the front of the diaper and closed it up. The old man began to clean things up and Stephen ordered him to get up. Bob tried to stand but fell to the floor in pain.

“If you can’t walk then crawl back to your cell.” Bob crawled back and as he was getting ready to lie down on the bed frame when the large man grabbed him.

“You have forgotten you training slave”, and carried him to the horse. He was strapped in place with his feet off the ground and again his ass was impaled by the rubber dildo. Again for three hours his ass was stuffed except this time he only used the largest of the rubber dicks.

When he finished he pulled up the back of the diaper and dropped him to the floor. Bob sat there a quivering mess till he got the strength to move to the bed. For two days, he was fucked for three hours at a time and two times a day and he ate his food in his cell.

One of those days he was taken back to the main room in the dungeon and put in a small cage to watch the old man work. The slave with the dress was brought down. He was tied spread eagle to a large table in the center of the room. He was stripped nude, gagged and was being prepped for his new life. With him fully awake the old man grabbed the slave’s dead balls and pulled them away from his body. With the other hand, he took his knife and took them off sack and all. Because they were already dead it did not hurt him much. He put the balls in a bowl and then began to start an IV.

He gave him some pain medicine but not enough to knock him out but enough to take the edge off the pain. He sliced open his chest and inserted the large bags that were going to be his new breast. A small hose was left out so over time more fluid could be added to make them bigger.

Once done there he moved to his dick. He took another sharp knife and using a sawing motion removed most of his penis. After he got the bleeding stopped there was only a small nub in front of the banded flap of skin where his balls use to be. The slave tried to fight but seemed like he was too confused by the drugs to really know what was happening.

His wounds were dressed and he was sent to a cell to recover. When Bob was taken back he saw the now neutered, dickless slave on the bed. He could hear him crying to himself.

“Hey, you okay?”, Bob whispered. The slave looked up and saw Bob across the hall.

“They did it, they really did it. They took my dick and balls. Why, why would they do this?” He cried. Bob could do nothing but feel sorry for the guy. (or the “it” now he was cut) What could he say? There was nothing to tell this person to help them with what they had just been through. All night he would hear the slave sob in his cell.

Bob was given a new diaper to change into and did so. His balls were still incased with the steel rings but what he found was with the diaper on and the warm piss covering them from time to time made them hang even lower. Bob finished out the day in his cell with Stephen coming to do his prescribed fucking of Bob’s ass.

This went on for two more days and on the next morning Bob was met by Stephen but instead of being fucked by the dildos, he ordered Bob to stand up. Bob did and although his feet were still sore he was able to bare his weight on them. He was lead to a small room with a shower and told to wash his self.

Bob took off the wet diaper and got under the stream of water. It seemed like it had been so long since he was able to clean off and was happy for a brief time. This was the longest time since they made him incontinent he had been naked. His balls had really begun to hang very low and seemed to be getting use to the weight as they were. He stayed in as long as he could and then dried off and was told to put another diaper on. He did as he was told and when he was done, he was led back to the dining room area for his meal.

While waiting for his food Bob saw the slave that had his cock and balls removed a few days before. He was back to serving food but he could see the changes that had been made. He had breast now and they were larger than the last time he saw them. He had been taken from an A cup to about a large B or even a small C. They had also put a great deal of make up on his face to the point he looked like a clown. The look on his face was that of one who had been completely broken and had given up. He served the food and then moved to cleaning another part of the table off.

Bob finished his meal which was more then he normally had been getting and was moved back to the bedroom upstairs. This time he found a thick chain locked to the foot of the bed and a rug on the floor. Stephen took the other end of the chain and locked it around Bob’s neck with a large pad lock. The click that it made when he fixed it to the chain sounded very final to his ears. Bob was left and with the chain only three feet long, he could only lay down on the rug on the floor and wait.

Chapter 6

Bob was awakened by the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing. He looked up to see who was there and saw the Master setting a small bag on the floor by the door. Bob quickly got to his knees and looked down to the floor.

“I see you have learned from Amy how a slave greets there Master. I have been looking forward to my new favorite play thing for days.” Master walked up to Bob and spoke again.

“Take my clothes off, I want to try you out again.” Bob moved forward and began to take off the man’s clothes starting with his shoes and then his pants. As the pants were coming off he spoke again.

“Slave, why are you wearing a diaper? You must have done something to have this done. Tell me.” Bob continued to undressing the Master and began telling him about him wondering off outside and then the old man finding out about how he felt about the diapers. Then he told him about what was done to him to make him wet uncontrollably.

When he finished telling the story and getting the Master undressed, Master said, “would you like me to have him fix you so you don’t have to wear them anymore?”

Bob quickly answered, “Oh yes sir. I would like that very much. I hate these things.”

“Okay” Master replied. “I will have him fix you so you don’t have to wear a diaper but I want you to earn it. I want you to take my dick in your ass and mouth. I want you to drink my cum and suck on my balls. If you do this and I really enjoy myself, I’ll have him do that.” Bob knew he was doomed to a life as a sex slave but if he had to live like this, he would prefer not to have to piss on himself all the time. Master sat on the foot of the bed and laid down with his legs hanging off at the knee.

“Get to work then.” Was all that he said. Bob crawled to him and looked at his massive dick which was mounted right above two huge balls. He hesitated for a second and he fought to make himself move his mouth to the man’s crotch but then he began to think of what they might do to him if he resisted. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and began to lick and suck his balls.

As the idea of what he was doing sank in he began to feel sick to his stomach but forced himself to go on. He licked and sucked as sensually as he could and slowly moved up to his dick. He began to kiss and lick the shaft and moved to the head. He was already leaking precum and Bob just continued to lick it up. He moved to sucking his dick but as Master kept getting more and more hard, he found it was almost more than his mouth could take.

After working the Master’s cock he was told to lick his ass hole. The thought had never crossed his mind that he would be eating out the man’s ass and again he needed a few moments to build the nerve to do it. Bob moved down to his hole and began to work his ass with his tongue. He licked up and down and after a little time began to work his tongue into Master’s hole.

“Oh slave, Amy told me how good you are with your mouth, if I had known you were this good I would have taken you sooner.” Said the Master.

Bob could not believe what he was doing. All the gay bashing jokes he has told. All the times he saw a gay person out on the street and he thought to himself, “fucking fagot”. Now he was the one doing the act. He was the gay man now was the image going through his mind. He felt so pathetically weak. He felt he should fight. That somehow he should make them stop and not let this happen. He felt like less of a man for it. Tears began to swell up in his eyes.

Just then Master unlocked the chain and spoke. “Slave, get up on the bed and lay on your back. I want to see your eyes the first time you have a load of cum shot in your ass.” Bob could not believe what he was hearing and the mental picture of what was to come. Again he did as he was told and hating himself for it, did just as he was told. After he got on the bed and on his back, Master moved between Bob’s legs and had him pull his legs up and had his ass sticking out. Master then began to feel his ass still covered with the diaper and found where his hole should be. Then he poked a hole in the diaper giving him access to anus. He put Bob’s legs on his shoulders, aimed his weapon and attacked. Bob could only close his eyes tight and grimis in pain as he forced his way in. Masters dick was larger than the dildos used on his hole and when those were used, Stephen would start out with a smaller one and work his way up most of the time. Bob would not be given any time to get ready for this one. Master kept pushing and pushing and each time get a little more in. Then with no warning at all, his ass was filled more than it had ever been in his life. Bob let out a soft yelp as it went in and this made Master very happy.

“Open your eyes slave and look straight up. I want to see your eyes; I want to see your pain.” Bob opened his eyes and did as he was told and with tears rolling out of them just stared off to the ceiling. Bob thought being made to suck dick was bad, but this was worse by tenfold. Master just kept pumping his ass till he built up his orgasm and filled Bob’s ass with a huge load of cum. Master stayed in Bob’s ass till he went soft and then pulled out. Bob could feel the cum running out of his ass and down his crack inside the diaper. Bob just kept thinking to himself, “fagot, I’m nothing but a queer now”. Master got up and called Stephen in.

“Take him to Clarence, have him fix the slave to free him from the diapers. He did a good job and he is to be rewarded. Besides, if he has a diaper on I’ll never get to play with his balls.” Stephen came in and took Bob away and Master called in another slave to clean the shit and blood off his dick.

He was taken back down to the basement and given back to the old man.

“Master wants you to fix this one now. He wants him to be done with diapers for now.” Stephen told him.

“Okay, take him to the table and strap him down. I’ll be there in a minute.” Answered Clarance. Bob was tied to the table where his incontance began but he began to notice quickly that there was a lot more bondage this time. He was tied till he could not move the slightest bit and this began to worry him. Once he was secured down both men came back in to the room. Without saying a word as if the whole process was well rehearsed, Clarence placed a gag and blindfold on Bob and Stephen began to play with his dick. It didn’t take long to get Bob rock hard. Bob had not cumed for days now and had a strong urge to get off but with all that had been going on for the past few days never had a chance to get turned on to cum. He knew that he would have to pay for having a moment of pleasure but he needed this and decided to try to enjoy it. Bob began to try to thrust his hips to heighten the feeling stirring in his body but due to the straps holding him down could hardly move.

Bob felt a large, strong hand grip his dick and as he continued to try to work himself to orgasm when the hard stroking stopped and the hand held his dick tight. Then a flash of pain hit him like a ton of bricks as something was cutting the flesh around the base of his dick. He began to scream but little more than loud moans came from behind the gag. The blade completed the circle around his shaft and stopped. The blindfold was removed and Bob looked down at his bleeding dick still hard to see the flesh of the skin cut all the way through. Then with a slow and cruel motion, Stephen began to pull his hand up Bob’s shaft and with it the skin of his dick. Bob went crazy when he saw and more importantly felt his skin being pulled of his dick. Stephen who had an evil grin on his face and not trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying this got to a point where the skin was attached to the head of the dick and would slide no more. With a quick jerk he finished the degloving of the man’s dick leaving it exposed.

Bob was still fighting and was in total shock at what he just saw happen to him. Right then Clarence walked up with a scalpel and took the end of his bleeding dick in one hand pulling it tight and began to saw off the exposed penis. He carefully worked so not to cut the now exposed rubber tube coming from Bob’s bladder. Once the penis was removed leaving only a very small nub, he began to stop the bleeding and deal with the after care. Once the bleeding was stopped he cut off a small piece of the rubber tube causing the water in the balloon to come out which freed the tube. It was removed and then the freshly cut nub was dressed with gauze. Bob, now exhausted was untied and taken to his cell. He was left untied so he could fully admire their handy work.

Chapter 7

Bob was left in his cell for three days to heal before the Master made the order to have him brought back to the bedroom. This is where his life would unfold and he found his only existence there to be. Every day the Master would fuck and fill his ass with massive amounts of cum after making Bob suck his dick and balls for hours before he went to bed every night. He seems to find new ways to inflect pain on Bob to make the fucking even worse.

Bob hated it when Master would make him beg to be fuck. He would make him crawl on his hands and knees trying to lick his ass as he walked away begging the entire time.

“Please Master, I need you in me. I need to have your balls on my mouth. Please let me taste your ass hole. Your slave needs you to use him.” Bob would recite. One night Master tied his slave’s balls to a ring on the floor with a short cord and fucked his ass violently. Each thrust forced Bob’s body forward and pulled on his stretched out balls. Bob would have to push back to keep his balls from being ripped from his body.

By this time Bob’s once shapely and tight balls were hanging about 10 inches lower than they did before he arrived on the island. Bob was getting to the point of not caring if they did kill him. At least then there would be an end. Master had noticed that he had lost the energy with his tongue and the nightly oral service was not where it use to be.

One night master called to his bedroom slave to come by the edge of the bed. Bob did as he was told and kneeled in front of him.

“Slave, I have seen you have lost your passion to please your Master. This is not a good thing and I have been thinking of getting a new slave. I will give you one chance to choose your fate. What I am going to do is cuff your hands behind your back, place a small steel ring around your sack trapping your balls away from your body and then chain the ring to a bolt on the floor. I will then put a trash bag over your head and fill it full of air so you will have basically a large balloon on your head and then tie it off around your neck. You will have a limited supply of air in the bag and a short time to make your decision. You will have three choices. One, beg me to keep you and use you. If that’s what you want you will have to begin to service me again as you did when you first started. Two, just sit there and let your air run out. You will slowly die but you will be free of this life. Last option you can go for the handcuff key which will be right in front of you. The catch to this is you will have to rip your own balls off to get to the key. If you get the key, you will be able to take the bag off and you will be free. I will have my servants take you back to where they got you and set you free. You have no idea where you are or who I really am. I will be perfectly safe. You have my word that I will set you free. Of that I promise.”

Bob thought of the game Master laid before him and nodded his head to say yes. Master called Stephen in and had him cuff Bob’s hands behind his back and place the ring around his sack. The ring was very tight and Bob knew it was made to rip slave’s balls off. It would do this job well. He was taken to a corner of the room and a chain was locked to the ring and fastened to the floor. The sound of the lock closing made a very final sound that rung in Bob’s ears. The bag was the last thing to be put on Bob. A strap was placed around his head and tightened just under his nose. He was then told to breathe in his mouth and out his nose till the bag was full. When done the strap was slid down over his mouth and tightly around his neck trapping the stale air inside.

“Okay, the game has begun. Make you decision.” Said the Master. Bob moved forward to test the chain. He found that he could only move about three feet away before the bolt stopped his motion. The air was already getting to the point where he was starting to breathe deeper and faster. He pulled again at his balls but stopped again when the chain was pulled tight. Bob knew he could not ask to be this man’s slave forever and he did not want to die either.

He moved back to his original starting point, took a deep breath and got ready for the only real option he had. Besides, he had the promise of the Master he would be set free. With a fast motion forward he pulled the chain tight and tried to pull his balls off in a single move. Not a chance. He was jerked back and the wave of pain washed over him like a tsunami. Bob screamed but with the air running out in the bag his lungs cut the cry short. He quickly got back to his knees and charged again for the key. Again he was stopped. He screamed and continued to pull his balls off.

First he felt the one on the right pop off and the cords and tendons that held it in place drew up in to his gut. He had no time to stop to ease the pain. He was struggling to breathe with each passing second. He pulled again as forcefully as he could and the second ball came off.

To Bob’s shock the now dead testacies were off but still trapped in the sack keeping the ring from sliding off. He continued to pull till the bottom of the sack began to tear against the ring and then rip open. The two balls fell out of his scrotum and the ring slid off his body. Bob felt like he was going to pass out from the pain and from the lack of air but managed to find the ring of keys in front of him.

Again Bob was in shock. There must have been fifty different keys on the key ring. He tried the first three keys in a total panic because he knew he did not have time to try them all. He was breathing so hard but each breath did nothing to ease his screaming lungs.

Bob began to beg. “I….. give….. up,……. you…… win. Take…this…bag …..off…. I’ll……be ……your……slave……please….. save……me……..”

Master began to laugh. “Why should I save you now? You ripped off your balls and now I have nothing to torture you with. It was a great show though. Ha, ha, ha.”

Bob began to flail around on the floor trying to get the bag off his head. He could see his eyes begin to darken and close in on him. He fought till he had no more strength and watched the blackness take him over. His eyes rolled back in his head and he then laid still.

Master picked up a cell phone and dialed a number as he walked away from Bob’s now lifeless body. “Nathan, come to my room and clean the mess up here. I have another special treat for your dogs. See that they eat well tonight.”

He hung up the phone and made his way back to the front of the house. There were several of his men in black suits and behind them were four boxes with tubes sticking out of the sides. The first box was opened and inside was a man bound and gagged wearing a diaper…………..

The End

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