“Are you sure you want to do this for me, there's no going back once it's done?” it seemed a silly question, why would I back out now, I'd dreamt of this for years, I couldn't have been more certain; but still I understood, it was a biggie, and as he'd said, once done it was for life, we couldn't take this decision back even if we both wanted to … still I nodded vehemently.

“And you're sure you don't want to cum first?”, now this was much more tempting, I'd been locked in chastity for most of the last 2 years, the only time my owner let me out was to show me off in public, taking off the device, fitting me with an excruciatingly painful cock ring – so painful in fact that the first few times I wore it I thought there would be permanent damage, but it achieved what my owner wanted, it gave me a hard-on the wouldn't subside no matter what I did, and it could only be removed by my master with use of a special key which allowed it to break into two pieces

When my master first took ownership of me he had burnt of all my clothes in front of me, and the next day brought a whole new wardrobe of skin tight lycra, rubber and super stretchy, skinny jeans all of which verged on the obscene – displaying for all to see, a perfect outline of my cock and balls which of course would be fully erect as I'd be trapped in the cock-ring, this he deemed acceptable for display in public, his favourite was an extremely humiliating bright, barbie-pink wrestling singlet.

I pondered his offer for a while, it really was tempting, but in the end I decided no, it didn't feel right, “No Sir” I replied.

“Good boy, if you'd said yes we'd have gone no further.”

A respirator mask was pulled over my face, I still don't know if it was my owner's or the surgeon's, but it doesn't really matter, I was out within seconds.

I had first met my owner, back when I still was a person, with my own career, and even something of a social life. He had spotted my profile on Recon, and decided I was worth contacting. I admit that I was a little dubious when I received his first message, there were no pictures of him, and very little info on his profile – and that, that there was, seemed too good to be true – but still, out of little more than politeness I replied, and we started chatting.

Our relationship grew as we got to know each other and discovered that we had very similar interests, and he shared some photos with me, boy were they hot. At the same time however my so called life was loosing traction, the career I'd worked so hard for had fallen into tatters when the company I worked for had gone bankrupt, and I'd had to find work as a shelf-stacker in the local supermarket, my social life had quickly fizzled out as my funds dwindled and I could no longer keep up with my high-flying friends. I confessed my depression at all this to my soon to be master, and he suggested I become his houseboy for a while, and see how it works out.

After just a couple of months, we decided that didn't really work for us, I never was very domesticated, but I no longer had any interest in my outside life, and just wanted to serve, so we decided I should try being a pony slave for a while, my owner had vast grounds to his house, so privacy was not a problem, I was stripped, and fitted into a harness, I was fitted with a bit gag, and my arms pinned to my sides, it was fantastic, as I ran pulling my master in a trap, or a cart filled with bric-a-brac, my cock bounced up and down slapping against my belly, the feeling was amazing.

However it left me so horny, that in time I was getting distracted, and my owner found me on several occasions, when I should have been waiting patiently for him to return, rubbing my engorged cock against anything nearby, so as punishment, my owner decided I was to be completely owned as nothing more than a sex toy, to this end I was locked in chastity indefinitely, to make sure I was kept horny and willing, and made to service my owner in any way he wanted, the only thing I never got to do, was use my own cock, once locked in the chastity device, my owner decided to rename me, ironically, Cock.

Now two years on, the new houseboy who the owner calls Boy, another boy brought in as a pony who the owner calls simply, Stallion (I don't know their real names), and I are well settled in, and I am ready to take the biggest step of my life, or at least the biggest step so far.

The world was spinning, or was it me.

I became aware of that smell, the one you only get in hospitals, maybe it was the disinfectant they used.

I slowly opened my eyes a crack, then slammed them shut as dazzlingly bright daylight blazed in.

“He's awake, Doctor”

That made me a little more alert, that was my owner's voice, but why was he calling me Doctor, and who's awake?

Slowly it came back to me, I was the one waking up, I had just had surgery.

I tried to croak “Hi” but nothing happened.

“Don't try to talk, Cock, you'll be ok”

That is all I remember before I drifted back off to sleep again.

When I came to again, I was much more lucid, and extremely curious, again my owner was there waiting for me, looking very tired, he had obviously stayed by my side quite some time.

He pre-empted my questions with amazing skill, “Everything went according to plan, you've been under for nearly two weeks to give everything chance to heal, the Doctor says you can leave in the morning”

I glanced over to the window, I hadn't even noticed it was night.

Excited about the changes I had agreed to, I went to thank my owner, again nothing came out, it was amazing, it worked, my voice box was gone, there was to be no answering back from me. I'd never speak again.

I was anxious to see the other changes, but I couldn't see past the table which reached over my bed, with it's tray of hospital food, that disappointed me, i'd hoped to see my new cock even over the table, then I remembered, it wasn't finished yet, I lay back and let my owner feed me from the tray, savouring every mouthful, then drifted back to sleep.

I was in masters car, he had dressed me in the barbie-pink wrestling singlet again, it was amazing, I could see my cock like never before.

Before the hospital, my 9” uncut, thick, cock had been my pride and joy, but this was amazing, the cock i'd agreed to have, 15” long, twice as thick as before, and tightly circumcised … it was as bigger than my forearm, and twice as noticeable, every vein and every curve of my cock was there for all to see through the tight lycra, as an added bonus, all this extra bulge up front was pulling my singlet in at the back, making it pull between my butt cheeks and emphasise my sculpted ass.

For the first time in 2 years I was allowed to play with my cock, and I hadn't stopped touching and rubbing it since we'd gotten in the car. Of course I could feel nothing.

The surgery a complete success had been to replace the glans of my cock with a rock hard, steel dildo, based on an enlarged version of my old erect cock, so what I was now touching and feeling was a metal rod, covered in a thin layer of skin, with little sensation, rubbing it, felt no more erotic than rubbing your hands together.

I now had a permanent erection, and no way to relieve it, I was to be tormented for the rest of my life, and even better, my owner could now use me to fuck him, knowing he'd be the only one getting anything out of it.

As we pulled into the long driveway to his home, without warning he reached over grabbed my new cock and yanked it forward. I heard a stomach churning click, that was the last step, I was his.

The snap had been the sound of the metal base of my new cock locking into its base socket which was surgically bolted to my pelvis, from now on, my 15” cock would jut straight out from my body, there would be no way at all I could hide it ever again, and I could never again go out in polite society.

“We'll go and let the Boy and Stallion see the new you soon I think, but we'll get you dressed first!”

A uniform had never occurred to me, but luckily I have an owner who thinks ahead to such things, in short order I found myself sealed inside a rubber skinsuit from head to toe, the face was exposed, but that was quickly taken care of when my owner put a gas mask on over the top. The sheath for my new cock fitted perfectly, making it all shiny and glossy, and over the rubber my master dressed me in a red leather harness, crossing over my chest with a strap going down to a cock-ring and coming back up the back, and a final strap around my waist. Finally a red leather collar was fitted around my neck.

Dressed in this way my owner clipped a leash to my collar and we set off to find Boy, he was busy at work in the kitchen, as always he wore nothing at all, and looked magnificent, his tan body glistened with a light sweat, and accentuated every muscle, god how I wanted to plough him.

Boy was utterly transfixed, he had no idea where I'd gone all this time or why, and could not have been expecting me to return with a cock of such ludicrous proportions, especially when the owner had removed both his cock and balls so long ago.

The owner told boy to touch it, which he did without hesitation, and immediately recoiled, it was hard, not just hardon hard, it wasn't right, I wanted to tell Boy everything, I was bursting, but of course without my voicebox I couldn't.

We left Boy bemused and astonished, and went out to the stables to find Stallion, as always, Stallion was there in his stall, I had had a crush on Stallion since he had first arrived, his tiny waistline, blond hair, dreamy blue eyes, and perfect abs, made him just my type, and more than once when the owner hadn't been looking, I'd given him a blow job, this is probably all that had kept him too from humping everything in sight.

I don't really know how he reacted as I was too distracted by his features, this really was love.

Stallion, like I had been when I was pony was kept in his harness at all times, never able to move his arms more than the fraction required to ensure proper circulation. I could tell he was more frustrated than usual, his cock was erect, and dripping copious amounts of precum, was it like that before he saw me?

Of course I wanted sex with almost anything, I hadn't cum for 2 years, and now realising I never would again I was suddenly ten times more horny. But with Stallion it was something different, he was this ideal, boy-next-door, twinky slave, and I yearned for him.

I think my owner caught my eyes lingering over Stallion a little too long, “Don't worry Cock, you can still play with Stallion”, I was stunned, he continued … “Yes I know about you two, don't worry, I've enjoyed watching you.” with that, he fastened my leash to Stallion's harness and left. I immediately sank to my knees.

I awoke in the morning, still in Stallion's stall in the barn, I had cuddled up to him and wrapped my arms around him. I treasured this moment fearing that it wouldn't come again for a long time.

As I lay there snuggled up to Stallion, I felt someone stroke my cock, that was odd – it felt amazing, I made a guttural grunting sound in pure pleasure, I looked down and there was my preposterous cock, I was beginning to wonder if I'd done the right thing, still wrapped tightly in rubber like the rest of me, but nothing was touching it, let alone rubbing it.

The sensation increased, I was being jacked off now, not just the gentle massage as before, then suddenly just as I thought I was about to orgasm for the first time in two years, it stopped.

Master walked in, “I have a surprise for you Cock, I asked the doctor to save some of the nerve endings from your cock, and connect them to a remote controlled stimulation device, I can now make you squirm whenever I want, so long as you're within mobile phone coverage, and the best part, it automatically detects when you're about to cum, and stops a moment before.”

I stared at him in horror, I was fine with being effectively castrated by having my cock removed, but this was something different, I'd never cum again, but he'd be able to unleash torment on me at the touch of a button, this was to be my life from now on, what have I got myself into....