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The making of a wench Pt 3 After eating his morning meal, Master summons his boy from the slave mats. Slapping his hip, his boy follows Master out of the kitchen, through the door and out into the morning sun. The rays just coming over the hills, stretch beneath the oak leaf canopy, and shine on the house, casting shadows across the yard. Master and his boy return to the workshop, stopping to wrap on the door, waking the slave inside. Master unlocks the hasp and swings the door open. He steps inside, opening the windows, allowing the sun access to the darkened interior. Summoning his boy in, he points to the floor beside the bench. The boy kneels in that spot. The hijra on the rack squints through half closed eyes to her Master as he enters the shop. The sun bright to her dilated pupils. She lets her head fall back to the rack in disgust of her situation. She stares at her new Master as he works his way around the shop, gathering the things hell need to get rid of that little Willy between her thighs. Accessing a cabinet on the far wall, he removes a small diameter piece of rubber tubing four feet long. Laying it on the bench along with constricting bands and the ointment from the cabinet by the bench. Just above the steel stock, is kept metal tubing two feet in length, he grabs the tubing setting it on the bench as well. My father is coming this morning. The hijra shouts. No he is not. Replied Master harshly. Now hush girl. She continues to mumble under her breath, just loud enough for her to hear herself. Master pulls down a length of leather and stuffs a rag in her mouth, then binding it in place with the leather strap. That will keep her quiet. He says. Taking a file, he smoothes the edges of the steel tubing, rimming the inside edge, removing the burrs that could cause damage to the tissues in the boys cock and urethra. He again places the tubing on the bench. Get wood for the fire, boy. He instructs his boy, motioning to the wood pile behind the door. His boy scrambles to his feet, almost tripping on the bench leg. Picking the smallest logs, to create the fire from the coals, he places the logs in his arms two at a time. Taking a small load he hurries over to the forge, putting the logs on the coals, stirring them as he places the logs. Reaching up, his cock coming dangerously close to the fire, he grabs the large handles of the bellows, pulling it down, breathing new life into the fiery coals. Flames dance over the newness of the logs. The hijra on the rack, moaning out her objection through the rag, stuffed in her mouth, while the boy hurries by her, gathering more logs for the fire. His Master is busy, sitting at the bench, sharpening the knife he will use for the penectomy.Satisfied with the fire in the forge; Master places the knife he has sharpened into the coals, allowing it to heat up to its white hot stage. Master moves over to his new captive, standing between her thighs, he tells his boy Get the ointment and the tubing from the bench. His boy retrieves the items his Master needs, placing them on the branding rack beside the hijra. His Master takes up the tubing in his right hand, and coats the rod with ointment with the left. Taking the boys penis in his left hand, he pushes the tubing into the urethra. It slides in easily, until it meets resistance about three quarters of the way in. The hijra is squirming in the bonds, but is held tightly at the waist, by the waist and thigh restraints. Master presses foreword with the tubing until it slips just beyond the bladder sphincter muscle allowing the boys yellow urine to spring forth. It splashes on his work tunic, causing small dark circles to appear on the leather. He steps back abruptly, trying to avoid the boys water. Hand me the constriction bands and leather strips from the bench. His boy does as he is told, moving quickly to the bench. Handing the bands to his Master, he backs up, not wanting to be in the way. The tube has drained the boys bladder and Master begins to apply the bands. He uses them in a completely different manner than he did for the castration of his boy. Putting his two fingers in the center and pulling them apart, he stretches the rubbery material. With the bands stretched, he wraps them around the base of the boys cock, squeezing the meat between the tubing and the bands. He then takes a fairly stout stick and places it where his two fingers were, then turning the ends of the bands, causing them to twist and tighten even more. When he is again satisfied Master lashes the stick in place with the leather straps around the base of his cock. Covering the bands with the leather strips. Master repeats the process one more time with another four bands, making two small tourniquets. He waits for the color in the boys cock to change. Waiting he lightly places two kisses to his boys cheek, rubbing his bottom with both hands and giving a gentle squeeze. His boys cock has already risen to a half hard status. The boy lightly rubs his cock against Masters tunic in the area of his manhood. Pushing to meet his gentle thrusts. The boy grabs his Masters hand and gives him a gentle pull, leading him to the front room. His Masters hard cock is poking the material of his pants, causing a distinctive tent. The boy drops to his knees, tugging Masters Trousers to his feet. Masters cock springs forth slapping the boy in the face. The boy lashes out with his tongue, teasing the coronal ridge and causing his Masters cock to get harder. His boy continues his assault, going down on the cock, as if he hadnt been fed in months. Bobbing his head to meet his Masters thrusts, the boy straightens his neck for deeper penetration. His Masters muscles tightening, legs shaking, heart pounding, droplets of sweat form on his brow and trickle down into his eyes. Squinting he loses control, spewing his seed down the boys throat. His boy hungrily laps up the essence Master has given him freely. Master falls, collapsing against the wall in wanton abandon. Collecting themselves, Master and his boy return to the branding rack. Again standing between the hijras thighs, Master inspects the cock he is about to cut. The cock has turned a bright red color and the bands are almost cutting into the skin. The boy in the rack has passed out, during the liaison in the front room. While the boy is out, will be the best time to cut him. Master says reaching for his leather gloves. He then grabs the knife from the forge, white hot, the blade seeming to have fire fairies dance across its surface. A gentle smoke rises from the blade as it begins to cool in the air on its travels to the branding rack. Master begins his cut at the underside. Dragging the blade on the right side around and to the top. The blade cauterizes the tissue as it cuts. He continues this three strokes until the blade meets the tubing. He again cuts the left side from the under side to the top. This time severing the artery that feeds the cock.The knife cauterizes the wound. Burning the flesh and blood vessels causing them to sizzle under the heat, mashing the ends and closing them. There is a moderate amount of blood flowing down onto the floor from the rack. Dripping on Masters sandals. He works the knife around making sure the cut is fully made. He slides the meaty flesh from the tubing, throwing it in the can by the bench. The boy didnt regain consciousness during the event. Master reheated and worked the blade around the meat, making sure a proper scab had formed. The tourniquets will remain in place to ensure the boys safety. He will also remain in the rack until the stump shows healing is taking place. Master attaches the rubber tubing to the metal tubing carrying the urine. Then runs it into a bucket under the rack. He dresses the wound and secures it. |