Ozzie

Ozzie came to the US from Brazil, on a temporary work visa. Before his visa expired, he tried his best to get a green card, but all that accomplished was to remind the Immigration & Naturalization Service that his legal status was about to expire. Ozzie really didn't want to return to Sao Paulo. His life there had been lousy. The only way he could eke out a decent living was by hustling and he was scared to death that he'd pick up HIV sooner or later.

He did not have an aversion to being "kept" by one man, though.

Ozzie was waiting tables in a Key West restaurant when he met Douglas. Douglas was a very attractive, very wealthy surgeon, about 15 years Ozzie's senior. Douglas dined in the restaurant frequently and was always seated at one of Ozzie's tables. There was a great deal of eye contact between them.

On his way out of the restaurant one night, Douglas took Ozzie's hand and thrust a wad of bills into it. As Ozzie counted his tips later that night, he found a folded, handwritten note with the cash. It contained only an address and one word: "Tonight."

Ozzie hailed a taxi outside the restaurant. The cab stopped at a pair of huge wrought iron gates. The driver spoke to someone through the intercom and the gates slowly opened.

Douglas met Ozzie at the door and, without a word, took him by the hand and led him upstairs.

Ozzie never returned to the restaurant or his small, dingy room on the outskirts of town. Douglas was extremely dominant and very rough, but Ozzie didn't mind submitting to him. He felt loved by the him, even through the pain he often endured. The compound was totally secluded and private. Ozzie and his new lover could be naked all day if they wanted. And they usually were. Douglas even insisted that the people on his staff be nude, too. Ozzie thought it was especially funny to see the gardener naked, his big balls jiggling as he dug in the flower beds.

As the expiration date for his visa was imminent, Ozzie broke down in tears after a violent fucking by Douglas. "I don't want to leave you ever," Ozzie pleaded. "But I cannot stay in this country much longer."

Douglas thought silently for a minute, stroking Ozzie's hair and said softly, "They can't make you leave, baby, if they can't find you."

Ozzie was confused, but ready to listen.

"If you never leave the compound, how's the INS to know?"

"Do you love me that much?" Ozzie asked, incredulous.

"Obviously, or I wouldn't suggest it," Douglas said. "But you need to prove to me that you love me, too. One day soon I'm going to ask you to make a sacrifice for me. And you must be willing to do it. No matter what it is. Are you willing to do that for me?"

Ozzie nodded and embraced Douglas, sobbing.

"Very well. You'll always be my baby if you agree to that. When the day comes, you'll be thrown out on the street with nothing if you refuse me."

Months went by and life was good. Sex was increasingly painful, though. Douglas liked to fuck with Ozzie on top, with Ozzie's wrists handcuffed behind his back. As soon as Ozzie slid down the length of his big stiff rod, Douglas pinched Ozzie's foreskin with his left hand, and clutched Ozzie's balls with his right. He used them like reins, pulling violently up and down to control Ozzie's movements up and down his shaft. When Douglas was about to come, he would begin to murmur, "Mine, mine." Gradually his murmurs grew to a bellow. As he shot, he screamed, "MINE! MINE!"

Then with Ozzie still impaled, he would squeeze Ozzie's big balls even tighter and violently jack him off. Sometimes it was so violent that Ozzies' tight foreskin would bleed. After he made Ozzie come, Douglas would grab Ozzie's tight butt and pull him forward, off his cock. Then he would pull back Ozzie's skin roughly lick away the semen and blood. Because Ozzie had just come, the sensations were much more painful than pleasurable.

One particularly hot and humid summer day, Ozzie and Douglas were sunning by the pool, neither saying a word as the palm trees rustled in the breeze. Douglas broke the silence. "I need something from you. Right now." "Just name it," Ozzie said. "Bring me a razor, shaving cream and bring the hose over here." Ozzie padded into the house and up the stairs quickly. He grabbed a new disposable razor and a can of shaving gel. On the way out of the back door, he picked up the garden hose and uncoiled it across the lawn to Douglas' chair.

"That was quick, baby," Douglas said, smiling broadly. "I'll take the shaving stuff and you take the hose and stand over me." It was awkward for Ozzie to straddle the chair, but he obeyed without question. "Now scooch up closer to me and get your crotch nice and wet." Ozzie put the hose on his stomach and squeezed the nozzle. The hose had been lying in the Florida sun, so the water was very hot. "That's enough," Douglas said, as he squirted a glob of shaving gel into his hand. He began rubbing it into Ozzie's thick, dark pubic hair. Douglas began shaving. The twin blades of the razor clogged almost immediately and Douglas held it up to Ozzie and said, simply, "Rinse." It seemed to take an eternity, but every trace of coarse hair was eventually gone. The water had turned cold in the hose by now and Ozzie's dick and balls looked shrunken. "You really look like a baby, baby," Douglas said. "And you did very well. You didn't resist a bit. That was your first sacrifice. Tonight, there'll be others. Are you ready?"

Ozzie nodded. Douglas pulled Ozzie down into his lap and tenderly kissed him.

That night was the typical scenario. Ozzie was handcuffed. Douglas lay back on the bed, greasing his penis and working it up until it stood tall. Ozzie climbed on the bed and crawled on his knees up Douglas's legs until he was hovering just above the shiny, stiff dick. It was sex as usual, with Douglas using Ozzie's foreskin and balls as reins. The murmurs began. "Mine, mine." They grew in volume to the usual crescendo. As Douglas screamed, "MINE! MINE!" he let go of Ozzie's balls and reached over quickly, unfolding a towel.

With eyes tightly closed, Ozzie could not see Douglas pick up the scalpel.

Douglas pulled Ozzie's foreskin as far away from his body as he could and slashed through the skin. Ozzie's eyes popped open, just as his foreskin came free. The pain was intense, but Ozzie was too startled to scream. Then Douglas grabbed Ozzie's scrotum with his left hand and made a quick cut on the left side. Ozzie began to grunt, desperately. Douglas squeezed Ozzie's left testicle through the opening and immediately began cutting on the other side, again squeezing the testicle through.

Ozzie stared at his lover's face, mouth agape and moaning, as if pleading for a reason why. Douglas looked up and met Ozzie's stare.

He uttered one word. Ozzie could not hear Douglas speak over his own moans, but he could clearly read Douglas' lips.

"Mine."

Then Douglas sliced through the cords of Ozzie's right ball and popped it into his mouth. He stared back at Ozzie and swallowed. Then, the left ball. Douglas cut it free and placed it in his mouth. This time, he didn't swallow. Then Douglas picked up the severed foreskin and slipped it onto his ring finger.

He reached up and pinched Ozzie's nipples, pulling him down to him. He thrust his tongue between Ozzie's open lips, stifling his screams.

Ozzie felt his testicle with his own tongue. It was slippery and smooth, tasting vaguely salty. Ozzie felt Douglas' tongue slide out of his mouth. He felt Douglas swallow. Ozzie went limp and quietly sobbed as Douglas held his head and kissed his tears away.

Douglas snapped his fingers twice. Two men in surgical scrubs and masks entered and pulled Ozzie up and off Douglas' chest, then off his softening dick. Ozzie was too weak to stand. The two men carried Ozzie down the hall and down the stairs into the dining room. The table was covered by pads and white sheets. A brillant spot light was suspended from a bar over the table, supported by tripods.

Ozzie lay quietly, sobbing, chest heaving. Douglas entered in full surgeon's gear. Ozzie felt the pinch of a hypodermic in his left cheek.

As the three masked men hovered over him, Ozzie drifted into blackness.

Ozzie and Douglas are still together. The incisions have healed beautifully, only visible because the scar tissue will not tan. Sex is no longer violent. The handcuffs have been put away for good. As Ozzie gently slides up and down Douglas' dick, Douglas softly strokes Ozzie's empty scrotum with the third finger of his left hand. A leather ring encircles that finger.

"Mine," Douglas whispers.