In the course of a few hours, I received several emails in the usual tone of the forum, with proposals of all kinds and oodles of opportunities to be fucked by “my new master with the largest dick”. I also received a more sober email, which seemed almost freezing to me, given how serious and credible it sounded. It was signed of a certain " Master Eric ". It simply asked me if I was serious with my ad and if I was really putting my manhood on sale. Or if I just was one of these stupid pretend-to-be, masturbating in front of my computer imagining I was being castrated.

I must acknowledge now: I hesitated before answering. But eventually I did. In the course of the day, I sent him an email, explaining my decision at greater length. I said to him that I was seemingly similar to other guys, or more realistically that I was seemingly quite similar to other guys in that I had a small package of skin dangling between my legs. And I explained that the similarity stopped there, that my manhood was rather small, not very beautiful, and especially that it was fundamentally useless. On the sexual ground, I was good to no more than sucking dicks. In any case, I was definitively unable to make use of my small package in this field. In a word, I added, I may have a cock and nuts, but I had nothing to justify that I deserved them, nor that I deserved to be called a "man". I added that I was not wanting to be or become a woman, that I was not a transsexual. I concluded valiantly by a tirade in which I affirmed that testicles and a penis are too noble objects that only a true man can deserve to own and carry some, thus I had no right to have some, and thus this would be normal that a real man should own the ones that were hanging down between my legs.

He answered very quickly, a few minutes after my sending. He explained me that he had created a website on which one could follow the "taming" of his slaves, and which also contained a forum. He could deal with the sale if I was ready to ensure to him that I was not going to retract once my small objects would be sold. If my commitment was serious, he could contact potential buyers, organize the setting with the biddings and ensure that the transaction take place.

I shivered as I read that. It was sounding so realistic: "purchasers", " biddings", "transaction". That sounded so much like a "normal" sale! I had a look at his website. It was of a resolutely professional tone. The description of "slave-taming" was given in a direct way.

At he end of the email, Master Eric was even more direct. To make it more explicit what he meant by “if my commitment was serious”, he simply asked me whether I was understanding that it could just end up by my emasculation ("very simply and very quickly" he added).

Emasculation. I acknowledge once more that I seriously thought about it. Indeed all could occur very quickly: the sale should take place, my purchaser should claim his good, one should operate me, the new owner should pay me (how much? 20 bucks? 30 bucks?), go his way with what were my nuts and my cock in a small jar. And I would finish my life emasculated.

But, well, I had already contemplated it! How many times had I put a knife or scissors around my testicles? How many times had I exclaimed "I am emasculated, I only deserve to be emasculated"? So I simply answered: "Well, I recognize that I do not deserve my cock nor my testicles. It would be absurd and unfair if I did not recognize that I therefore deserve to be emasculated."

I had no response during several days. I thought that my interlocutor had considered I was not serious. But eventually, a week later - the next weekend- I received an email from him, with the heading "still ready for it? " Master Eric was informing me that the transaction could be organized quickly if I was not withdrawing my bid. However he needed tangible evidence, just to convince potential buyers to participate. Thus he asked me a few proofs - a photo with me naked, a small bag containing all my pubic hairs, a handwritten and signed commitment that I was putting my manhood on sale and that I recognized by advance that the one who would win the bidding would be the new owner of it.

I immediately sent him back all that he was asking: I emailed him the photo, and I mailed him the small bag and commitment. In it, I added the condition that only a guy could buy my small manhood. And this time I wanted to leave no doubt about my commitment, thus I added some definite evidence. I first drew a frame around my sex using a black marker pen and I wrote in large letters "FOR SALE". I added dotted lines around my testicles and cock, and I drew the symbol of scissors. I made several photographs, which I immediately sent to my Master-agent.

But I especially sent him a video, showing me putting a padlock around the roots of my testicles. I wanted to make it clear that it was no fake. So I videotaped the whole action: me opening the plastic around the padlock, putting it around my nuts, locking it, my testicles firmly and securely tight in the iron jaws, me putting the keys in a letter and sealing it with signatures.

I did not have immediate answer. But two days later I received an email from Master Eric, in which he sounded particularly satisfied. "Ok, I am convinced, now I know that your testicles and cock will be sold. Did you think of a starting price? PS: given the size, do not expect the bidding to rise very high".

No, I had not thought of a starting price. I was about to answer that the bidding should be launched at zero (since anyone paying more than one buck would deserve to own my crotch more than I did), but I thought that it would not sound serious. Thus I answered: "It seems logical to launch the bidding at the very price they are worth while carried by me. Thus I thought of the value of my small package, and I think that, dangling between my legs, my small, useless manhood is not worth more than 5 bucks ".

A few minutes later, there was a new ad on Master Eric’s website. Just below a photograph of me (a large zoom in my sex, with “FOR SALE” written above it and the scissor symbol around my nuts) one read a short text, saying:

For sale: a pair of testicles and a cock, carried by a guy who does not deserve them.

For full and whole property.

Guarantee that the good will be delivered is ensured.

Starting price: 5 buck, from today, Tuesday April 15.

The sale will be over on Sunday April 20.

Only five days for the sale? That sounded very short to me. There could not be so many potential purchasers, it could not go that fast.

Actually I had the answer very fast. By the end of the day, 12 persons had bid for my small crotch. And at that time, the market value of my testicles and cock was 27 bucks.

* * *

It is no use to be too long telling it. On April 20, at 8 p.m., my testicles and cock were sold to a so-called Mark B, at the price of 54 bucks. The evening of the following day, I was at Master Eric’s home and I met the new owner of my crotch.

Well, I shall be precise about it: I met the new owner of “the” testicles and cock between my legs. I cannot say “my” anymore. I do not have a dick, nor nuts. Well, ok, at that time there still was a small, skinny package hanging down between my legs, but it already belonged to someone else. Definitely, on April 20 at 8 pm and slightly more, it was over: I was owning no testicle and no cock, just as I deserved.

I signed a paper, in which I recognized that Mark was full owner of the testicles and cock that, up to now, were tied up under my flat crotch. Then I stripped. Mark and Master Eric noticed with satisfaction that I was still wearing the padlock, tightening the testicles. It had been there all the time up to now.

Master Eric gave Mark the key "Congratulation for your purchase! It belongs to you now! ". I did not say anything any more. Mark advanced towards me. He introduced the key in the barrel and made it turn. Click, it opened. It had been locked for two weeks. Now the testicles were free again, but they belonged to the man holding them in his hand, not the man carrying them between his legs, i.e. me. Mark stroked his testicles (well, his new testicles, his extra pair of testicles) looking thoughtful.

"A good purchase”, Eric told him.

- Yes, Mark Answered. Quite cheap.

- Do you want them to be cut right now. There is all what is needed here, if you want.”

Then I shivered. It was damn true now: there was that stranger hand, stroking those stranger testicles below my crotch. Emasculation was not just a fantasy anymore. I thought it could be done in only a few minutes. I thought a few seconds would be enough for a knife to slide between my legs. I thought in a few minutes I could be glancing at what was my manhood floating in a jar, useless and died

"Well, not immediately. Eventually, I will have it done, indeed. In fact, I already prepared the jar: after all, it is the reason why I bought it. But for the moment I just want to feel how it is to own some testicles and cock with a castrated guy tied to it!

- You are right. Do you want a chain to take it along?

- No, I will just put the padlock back. After all, I only own the cock and nuts, he said looking at me.

- Anyway, it would be hard for him not to follow. Otherwise he would be selling your property

- It sold its manhood to me. I don’t think it was just to steal it back afterward.

- You are right. Anyway, he must have been definitely hating his crotch to sell it?

- Especially for 54 bucks! "

So, that is where I am now. I am not emasculated yet, but I do not have testicle nor cock. I am carrying some between my legs, which belong to Mark. I know that it will take place, eventually. I know he will do it. Mark often put a knife or scissors around the testicles. In his mind, it is just contemplating where he should have them stored: under the crotch of that eunuch? or in a small jar in his cupboard?

I have already seen that jar. It is ready. There is a small paper sticking on it. And my name is written on it. And it is also written: "Bought on April 20. Stored on: ... ".

And three dots waiting to be filled