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I woke late, my head a bit muddled. I felt strange, my ass felt warm, and kind of sore but in a pleasing way. I felt relaxed. As I shook myself further awake there was something at the back of my mind, something not right. I didn't have morning-wood. I felt down between my legs and felt nothing. Nothing but a mound. It came back to me, where I was, what had happened. I sat up in the bed and tried to take it all in again. A matter of days ago I had sex with my girlfriend for the last time, I was the big man. We had had another row, the last big one and we had split up. At the time I didn't think it would be final. But here I was, my stomach and my bowels full of a strange man's semen, my genitals glued out of sight, hairless and chemically neutered. But yet I felt a strange calm happiness, the likes of I had never felt before.
He came into the room and asked how were my urges, did I feel the need to masturbate? I said I felt fine, he smiled and said "great, now turn over". I felt obliged to follow his command and rolled over onto my back. He pulled me towards the edge of the bed so that I was bent over it, my glued genitals pressed into the bed. He spread my cheeks and roughly entered me, fucking me deep and fast. He took my breath away. I was still getting used to the idea of being sodomised but he was so dominant, I thrilled to be able to be his hole. It was a quick morning fuck and he didn't bother drawing it out. He withdrew, his ass slick with lube and my ass, commanding me to suck him. It didn't bother me to taste my ass, musky on his cock and I deep throated him until he filled me with his cum. I looked up for approval and the smile he gave me made my day. He led me to the bathroom. Sitting down to pee felt weird at first, but easy to get used to. As I sat on the toilet he instructed me that there was another task I would be required to perform. He wished to urinate via my mouth. I was shocked, but such was my feeling of submission to his will and my eagerness to satisfy his whim that I couldn't object as he began to pee into my mouth. I tried to swallow as that was what he wanted but it was difficult and a lot ended up splashing down my chin and my chest into the toilet. "How do you like being my urinal" he asked me. I tried to answer but my mouth was full of pee. I just nodded. It was exhilaratingly new to be in such a lowly position. It seemed to me at that moment, the moment the man who had sodomised me and effectively neutered me was urinating into my mouth, I had achieved something far superior to anything I had ever achieved in life before. By the time he was shaking his last drop he had completely converted me, changed me into his perfect object. I looked up at him. He was perceptive, he could tell straight away that I felt something. He simply said "We are going to make this permanent" and then, as an after thought, "Aren't we?". I simply, slowly nodded. I knew even then that I would lose my genitals forever. We showered and dressed and it felt strange not having a bulge. We went shopping and he took me to get some new underwear, I would wear women's panties now, not as a cross-dressing thing, just as a practicality. He went for the most simple masculine-friendly we could find but he did also buy me some see-thru panties in a bright turquoise, for special occasions he said. The more we walked around, the more I was getting used to not having anything swinging around and the longer I spent in his company, the more I wanted him to be my man and me to be his toy. We took a taxi home and he instructed me to suck his cock. I felt a little embarrassed to be seen by the taxi driver with a cock in my mouth, not to mention anyone who could see in through the window. By the time we got home, my redness and warmth of cheek was to diligence in cocksucking more so than embarrassment. Clearly I would have to get used to this. His final ejaculation was with a flourish as we arrived at the door. He led me straight downstairs and instructed me to strip and get on the bench. My heart pounded as I fiddled with my buttons. Finally I lay back, awaiting my fate. He returned with some solvent and began to liberate my genitals. It felt strange looking at the sorry sight, far from proud cock and balls were they. He inserted a catheter and began to bind them with elastic, tying off each testicle and the root of my penis, then the scrotum and finally the whole lot, finishing off by gluing it back together. It felt tight and sore but he told me not to worry, my genitals were dying, they would be gone in a few hours and he would take me to the urologist the next morning to tidy me up. He carried me up to bed, giving me his cock to suck for comfort, when he had cum, he gave me a sleeping pill and I fell asleep.
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