Destroying a boy, part one

I knocked on the door of the room 512 of very expensive downtown hotel. Door opened, and I saw my customer for this evening: well-dressed 30-something old female, wearing black dress that was accenting her bodylines. I introduced myself:

-“Hi, I’m Bryan…the Agency sends me.”

-“Hi Bryan. Come in” she said. I entered the doorway, and she led me into large room that was serving as living room. She offered me drink, but I politely refused. Agency policy was strict about that: No drinking on the job unless customer explicitly wants you to. I was with Agency for over two years now; a lot of people call Agency Meat Market, or just Market; but we had to call it The Agency. It was more than organization for supplying customer’s with peculiar tastes with their special needs; it was well-run slave market.

I am a slave. My previous master sold me two years ago to Ms. Santorini. Or Mistress S, as she prefers it, and the only title that I am allowed to call her. My previous owner sold me when I hit heights of puberty, and it become clear that she would have to castrate me in order to keep my sexual urges in check. Ms Santorini saw me at estate and after brief conversation with my previous owner I was sold. Mistress S was pleased with my build – I resembled a classic surf-boy at the time, with lithe body and blond hair. But main reason why she both me was my nicely- sized genitalia: I had 8-inch cock, and sizable balls that were my pride and joy. Unfortunately, that ultimately led to my demise. During past two years, I was placed on the strict exercise regiment, which filled my body nicely with muscles. Our physical trainer was brutal, but all of us slaves had to obey. I knew that the only reason for it was to please the clientele. My body went from somewhat scrawny to very-well defined 6 foot-one muscleboy. At the same time, I was trained in best ways to please and satisfy the female. I was taught how to perform oral sex, how to find pleasure zones on female body, and how to use them in most pleasurable way for the female. Once a month, I had “sex-check-ups” where one of the mistresses was making sure that my education was progressing nicely. Sometimes I was allowed to fuck them, but very seldom I would be allowed to cum; most of the time our sessions would end in their orgasm and my frustrations. If I was getting too close during the fuck, I had to inform them that I was getting too close. They would cure that with some kind of punishment, usually towards my testicles. Usually way was fro them to order me to pull out, and stand wile they would slap my balls until my erection would subside, so I could go on screwing them. Sometimes that could go on for hours, leaving me with dull ache in my lower abdomen that would last for hours.

My new housing was dorm-style house, which were home for about 40 of us servants. The dorm was adjacent to Ms Santorini’s estate house located on 40+ acres. Our duties were to maintain the house and the estate, but primarily to serve her friends and business acquaintances in their kinky wishes. So today, I was sent to serve the client that flew in from Tokyo and to make her stay as satisfactory as possible.

So there I was, standing in the middle of huge living room, while she was pouring drink for herself.

-“How old are you, boy?” she asked.

-” I’m 19, Ma’m.”

-“Call me Carla”

-“Yes, Miss Carla”

She turned around, with glass in her hand and sat on couch.

-“Strip” she said sternly.. I placed my handbag on the floor and shed my clothes, folding them neatly on the floor. In a minute I was done, standing naked in front of her. I was trying to stay as calm as possible, but I felt that my cock is starting to fill with blood.

-“Not bad…your body is satisfactory”, she said, eyeballing me from head to toe, but she kept checking my groins. Despite my attempts to stay calm, my cock was rising in fast pace, and soon it was standing at full mast. She seemed pleased with my erection; she leaned in her chair, observing its bobbing in the rhythm of my heart.

-“Do you know why you are here, Bryan?” she asked.

-“To serve you…Miss Carla,” I replied

-“Do you know what is expected from you tonight?”

-“I am trained to please women, miss Carla. If you have ay special requests, I will be more than happy to try to fulfill them,” I replied.

-“Tonight it is going to be a little different” she took a sip of her drink.” I am not interested in sexual favors from you, but I need your body to try something. More precisely, I need you penis.”

I was confused, but there was nothing I could do.

-“ My body is at your service, miss Carla…I would be glad if you can find me of use for your purpose”

-“Good…can you tell me everything that you know about penis injuries?” she asked.

That took me by surprise, but I went to my brain quickly, gathering information

-“ Well…the most common ones are cuts and bruises. Often blotching is occurring after rough handling. More severe damage will occur if penis is subjected to piercing and mutilation, ant those often lead to permanent dama-“

-“What do you know about penile fractures?” she interrupted me, obviously annoyed with me.

-“Pen…penile fractures” I choked “They are most severe injuries…irreparable…they will render penis unusable…”I whispered.

For a change she was pleased with my answer. She got up and went to a large TV. Turning it on, she turned to me.

-“ Come closed…there is something that I want you to see”

I stepped forward, with my cock swaying in front of me. She motioned me to stand next to her, and then she pushed play on the DVD player. Soon there was poorly filmed scene unfolding on the screen. It was obviously amateur shot. The camera was wobbly, and the lighting was poor. But there was no mistake what was going on the screen.

Scene was placed in a bedroom, what looked like cheap motel room. There were three people in the shot, not including person holding the camera. One male, kneeling on the bed, with his hands bounded behind his back. For what I could tell he was in his mid 40-ties, with sagging beer belly. His average size cock was erect, and it was leaking precum. Cameraman moved-in for a close-up, and than moved back, to include the females. Both of them were Japanese; first one was also in her 40-ties, dressed in black leather and high-heel boots; other one was completely naked, in her twenties. Her body was nicely shaped; her tits were perfect size, nicely rounded. Her belly was slightly curved towards her cunt, which was neatly trimmed. I welt my cock starting to rise again. Carla noticed that

-“She is a teaser…she is there to assure proper erection,” she said, glancing at my rigid organ. I nodded my head, still observing what was happening on the screen. For good five minutes there was just a lot of foreplay, with both girls playing with man’s cock.

Then I heard older female’s voice:” Go ahead... prepare him. Nice and hard”. Younger one leaned over and started to masturbate the male, occasionally blowing and licking the very tip of the penis. Soon the male started to moan, and to follow her, fucking her hand. When older woman estimated thaterection is at his maximum, she ushered younger one away. Now she got a hold of his rigid member, and she continued to stroke him, in slow, deliberate motions, employing both hands. Cameraman came closer, zooming on the action.

Suddenly, women’s hands made swift and powerful motion. With her left hand she was holding base of the penis, while with her right hand she bended the shaft of the penis downward, without letting go of the part that was in her left hand. I heard sickening cracking sound. I instantly knew what happened. She broke his cock in half! The instant that happened, man screamed in pain and fell onto the bed. Camera followed him, while he was rolling in fetal position. There was commotion in the room, and for a second I couldn’t figure out what was happening, than space in front of the camera cleared and I saw that females were now holding man’s legs apart, so the camera could come in for a close-up.  The man’s penis was swelling up like balloon, with purple bruise across halfway the shaft, where she bended and broke his shaft. Man was whimpering, but younger girl was laughing and clapping her hands, while the older one was touching his penis, determining the damage. Then both of them shared passionate kiss, and that was the end of the film.

Carla turned to me, with gleam in her eye.

-“Did you like it?”

I was standing, still horrified. The sound of penis breaking was still in my head. I felt nauseated. I didn’t answer her.

-“Well? Did you like it” she asked again. I swallowed, and shook my head. It was sickening.

-“It seems that he liked it” Carla grabbed my penis. Then I realized that I was hard as a rock, with cum dripping from the tip! I didn’t know what to say. She was looking fascinated, holding my rigid member.

-“ Can you tell me more about that…what makes penis to break? And what was that sound?”

I swallowed hard again.

-“It is possible…especially if its hard like that…its like bending the fire hose when its filled with water…the walls of the tissue cannot stand the pressure and they break. Then you can hear the sound of…breaking,” I continued.

Carla was eyeing my cock, looking at its shaft. I was getting more and more worried. She pushed the tip with her finger, causing it to bend downward. She was holding it down horizontally with her finger pushing on its head. She studied it intensely for several moments, and then she released it. My cock bounced back and slapped me on the six-pack. Then she walked away and sat back on the couch, with her drink in the hand.

“Yeah…you’ll do,” she said

I was still standing there with my cock straining upwards. Despite rules, I had to ask

“Miss Carla…you want to…you want to…break my…penis…?” I asked, timidly. She laughed.

-“No, my dear boy” She took sip of her drink. “Not today. But you are perfect for it. You have nice and strong shaft, straight and thick. But your best treat is actually head of your cock…it is so nice and plump that it gave me idea for something else. I have to talk to Miss Santorini, and I am sure that she will like the idea. You can go now”

With that, I was released.

End of part one

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