I opened my eyes. I was still in the taxi, but it had come a halt. The driver had opened the communication wind. He pushed through a small black velvet bag and told me to put what was inside this over my head. I opened the bag and removed a hood which I put over my head. The darkness was almost like the room where I had been emasculated. I felt the taxi move forward. It drove on for some time until it came to a halt. I heard the passenger door open and I then felt a hand on my arm and I was pulled out of the taxi. I was led forward and I heard a door snap shut behind me. The hood was removed and I found myself in a dimly lit corridor with the same door at its end. I looked to either side of me and I saw the same two well built men. They hurried me down the corridor toward the door which one opened and pushed me through its entrance and closed the door. I was again in total darkness. I tried to see in the dark when all of a sudden the spotlight came on and a voice, almost simultaneously boomed over a loud speaker: “Get naked”.

I began to obey as though it was natural and soon I was standing naked with my little cock conspicuously on its own. I was expecting the light to go out, but I was wrong. The voice boomed again and ordered me to walk over to a steel frame, which had become suddenly lit up by a spot light. I walked over to it and stood still. The voice boomed out: “Pick up the lubricating jelly and lubricate your anus with it. Make sure you put inside1” I lifted the tube from a little shelf and unscrewed the top and did what I was told. “Climb inside the frame and get on your hands and knees. Make sure your hands are on the yellow line”. I climbed inside the frame and got on my hands and knees, making sure I put my hands on the yellow line. Inside the frame there was an arm like appendage with springs and wires attached to it.

Shortly after this I heard footsteps behind me. I turned my head to see a man climb into the frame beside me. He held a massive dildo in his hand. It must have been at least 18 inches in length. He attached this to the arm like appendage. He then pushed the arm down so that it was at my bottom’s level. He then pulled on a lever and a leather harness slowly dropped from the ceiling. He put this round my stomach and fixed it to a hook which immediately pulled it up. This was to give my body support. After this the man lubricated the dildo and then aimed it at my bottom’s hole. He pushed its cold head in between my buttocks and I felt it enter me. He climbed out of the frame.

I heard this click and the arm began to slowly move forward pushing the dildo further into my hole. It was the hardest and merciless thing I had ever put in my hole. I moaned as the arm hit my buttocks. It stopped. I felt the dildo inside me push against my entrails. I thought I would burst. There was another click and I felt it slowly move backwards out of me taking the pressure off my midriff. There was a sudden whirring noise and the arm pushed the dildo back in to me but this time at great speed. I screamed with the pain. It then moved backwards at speed and forwards again. With every thrust I screamed in pain. The arm kept moving the dildo in and out of me faster and faster. This must have gone for about an hour before I eventually passed out with exhaustion. I dreamt I was being screwed by a group of men who came inside me one after the other.

I came around when I felt ice cold water hit my naked skin. I looked round at the arm and I saw the man remove the dildo. My back passage was aching from the treatment the dildo had dished out to me. The man twisted the arm round so that it was facing to the left side of the frame. He opened a small box and withdrew a leather strap. He screwed this strap on to the arm. He then attached a large metal spring to the arm and withdrew from the frame. I kept craning my neck to see the leather strap. I was aghast as I saw the spring stretch and the arm move backwards and come to halt. It waited for a command to release its energy. I heard a buzzer and immediately the strap swung at great speed and hit off my buttocks. I screamed. It was pulled back again, cocked and released. And cocked and released. And cocked and released. This went on and on and I sobbed and screamed and moaned at every beat of the supple but cruel leather against my soft buttock flesh. It suddenly stopped. All was silent. The silence was soon broken as the harness was released and I fell stomach first on the cold and wet floor.

The voice boomed at me again: “Leave the frame and move over to the table”. A spotlight came on and I saw the very table where the man had removed my testicles. I crawled over to the table, leaving a trail of blood that dripped from my buttocks. I reached the table. The voice boomed again: “Lie down on the table on your back. And secure you cock with the tape as before”. I saw a roll of tape lying on the table. I lifted myself from the floor on to the table. My bottom smarted and stung with the effort. I lay down on the table and began to tear strips off the roll one by one. I pulled back my foreskin and then secured my cock to my stomach with the tape.

The man who had cut me was again at the table with a tray of metal instruments. He put them down with a clunk that metal on metal makes. He secured my arms to the table with leather straps, then my ankles and finally he secured my torso with the larger leather strap. “What are going to do to me now” I asked. He said nothing. He was deep in thought looking, at my captive cock. He moved his hand and grabbed my cock and tugged hard on it pulling my bell out of the foreskin. He lifted from the tray a long thin knife and moved it towards the top of my cock. He pulled hard stretching my foreskin. He cut into the red part of it that is just under my bell. I screamed and struggled against my bonds. The man then pushed my foreskin over the bell. He lifted from the tray a long bladed pair of scissors and teased one of the blades into the little cut in my foreskin. A small bead of blood appeared. The man opened the scissors jaws and let the sharp blades bite into my flesh, cutting up toward the tip of my cock. My stomach wall involuntarily braced itself in an attempt at warding off the pain. Blood spurted up onto my chest. The man cut further up my foreskin. I could feel the steel of the blades against my bell. I screamed again. The blades cut one last time into my foreskin and it fell apart. I saw my blood smeared bell glisten. The man took the tape off my cock and held my cock in his left hand and cut my foreskin round the bell and removed it. He placed it in a little tray with a little yellow sticky note with the words written on it ‘For the Master’. The man then put the blade of the knife that first cut me into the flame of a cigarette lighter until it was red. He then used it to suture my bleeding wounds.

I cried as I saw what the man had now in his hand. I was gazing in trepidation at a syringe with a long hypodermic needle. The fluid was dripping out the end of the needle. He held my cock again and moved the needle toward my bell. He then pushed the needle all the way into the bell just a little side of the crack where cum and piss escape from. I felt the needle pass all the way down my cock. I screamed and pleaded, like a child, with the man to be less cruel to me. He never once flinched. He concentrated with the job on hand. “Please don’t hurt me anymore” I pleaded between sobs of pain. “You took my balls. Is that not enough of me? Please stop what you are doing to me”. I broke down and cried in resignation and my stomach wall relaxed. The man pushed hard on the syringe’s plunger and I felt the burn of the fluid as it engorged the flesh of my cock. My cock did not go numb. This man was into playing painful games with me.

The man went off into the darkness of the room and I was left by myself> I panicked and moaned and screamed. Soon the man was back with a small drill and an instrument that looked like a leather punch. He took the small drill in his hand and began to drill into the flesh of my cock. It was tingle, a pleasant tingling in my cock. He stopped the drill and removed and did the same on the other side. He then putdown the drill and lifted what I thought was a leather punch. The man opened the jaws of this threatening tool and placed the cutting part over the small holes he had drilled and slowly put pressure on its handles. I felt it squeeze its sharp Jaws into my cock. I thought I am going to lose the last appendage of my gender – but no! There was a sharp snap and my cock was filled with more pain. The man removed this tool and placed it back on the table at my side. I looked down at my cock and to my surprise it was still intact. Only, there were to little additions to it, namely two little hooks which the man attached to rings to. He then went to work on my cock. He firstly attached a metal frame to the two rings either side of my cock and then slid another metal sheath over my cock. The sheath had many pins that touched my cock. The man then screwed the frame and the sheath together. “Your Master will use this as punishment if you do not please him”. Said the man frowning.

A voice boomed out: Go back to the frame, climb in and make sure your hands are on the yellow line. I did as I was told. The man who had cut me came and secured me in the leather harness and attached a dildo to the arm, placed it between my buttocks again. The dildo was much thicker than the last one. The torture began again: the dildo ramming like a piston in and out of my anus. He stood there gazing at my ordeal without emotion.

The man went off with all the instruments. A voice boomed over the loudspeaker: “Get off the table and stand still”. Another spotlight came on in another part of the room where a small table was lit up. I was commanded to walk over to the small table and put on to my cock what was on the table. I walked awkwardly and in pain to the table where I saw a leather thong. The thong had a leather scrotum attached to it. The voice boomed out: “Place the scrotum where you once had one and tie the thong securely round your middle. I did what I was told and attached the scrotum between my legs and secured the thong round my body. The voice boomed again: “Be prepared for your first meeting with your master. Walk over to the door and pass through to the corridor”. I saw in the darkness a door open. I crawled toward it, arching my back so the frame that was attached to my cock did not hit the floor. I reached the door, lifted myself from the floor, passed through it limping, to meet my master. My nipples tingled at the prospect.