Final Games

From their reaction to me, i could tell that these boys knew some of what was about to happen to me, but i could not determine if they had been told the true purpose of my trip, that Master had brought me to Bangkok to have a doctor slice the cock and balls from my body.

Even if Master's plan had not been explicitly communicated to them, they had to understand that Master treated me as something less than a human being. These boys had been the ones who had equipped the small cottage a few miles outside Bangkok to meet Master's specifications. They had placed the pair of shiny metal dog bowls in the kitchen for the guests who arrived with no pet. They must have known that one of us would be taking his meals from those bowls, and my cowering demeanor toward Master left no doubt about who it would be.

The boys had hung the leather sling with the metal shackles from the ceiling in the bedroom and equipped the room with fetters, butt-plugs, leather whips, and a wooden paddle.

They had replaced the cottage's dining room table with the four foot by eight foot sheet of thick plywood that lay on the floor.

They had brought in the hammer and the nails

Master had rented the small cottage to serve as living quarters during our stay in Thailand. Although he did not share his reasons for choosing such accommodations over a hotel, i understood his motives. Two years of serving as his bitch had given me an appreciation of the brutal way in which his mind worked. Master needed privacy. He could not do the things he wanted to do to me in a hotel. My screams would frighten the other guests.

The boys, muscular for young Asians, watched as i silently entered the cottage for the first time. It may have been my imagination, but i read their initial reactions to me as

confusion. i think they expected a freak mutilated by years of sadistic bondage to arrive. Instead, i walked through the door, looking like almost any other twenty-four-year-old, just another trim, submissive fag with closely cropped blond hair.

Master placed his hand on my stomach. With his thumb and forefinger, he snatched the cloth of the shirt that i had worn during the flight to Thailand. He indicated his desire for me to strip by yanking the tail of my jersey from the waist of my jeans.

i pulled the shirt off over my head, revealing my trim and hairless, but well-defined, chest and smooth stomach. Noticing the rings that pierced each of my nipples, the Asians murmured among themselves.

After removing my sneakers, i stood on one leg at a time as i tugged each cuff of my tight jeans in turn. The pants slid off, leaving me exposed to the strangers' stares dressed only in my tight white briefs. As i pulled this underwear down to my knees, the chatter among the servants stopped abruptly as they took notice of the deformity of my mangled groin. Even Bangkok whores, desensitized by years of working in the World's most notorious sex market, had never seen anything like the perversion of my mutilated, impotent penis.

Master had destroyed my cock and balls over a period of about two years. In spite of the agony i had endured, i knew that i had earned each and every punishment that he had inflicted on me. As Master reminded me every day, i was a worthless faggot cocksucker. Not a real man, i did not deserve the dignity of a penis of my own. My cock only served as a target for his mistreatment.

Over time, Master had modified my groin with increasingly more heinous tortures. Subjecting me to each of these would excite his sadistic lust and make his orgasms explosive, but only for a short while. All too quickly, each new torture would begin to disinterest him, and he would demand even more of me. In the process of satisfying his twisted passions, he had made my manhood barely recognizable as a human sex organ. My dick now served as a little more than a withered chronicle of my years of abuse.

i had no pubic hair. When Master first accepted me as his slave, he dictated that i keep my groin shaved. Knowing that he would subject me to extreme punishment for even the slightest disobedience, i tried to carefully shave my groin every day, but sometimes it was just not possible to do so. Even when i had no way to obey, however, Master would still punish me when my hair grew back.

Once, i enraged Master when my tight curls reappeared while i spent a month locked in a small cage in his dark cellar. To discipline me for this misbehavior, Master took a cigarette lighter and set my pubic hair on fire. The small patch of fur around my penis quickly melted, and a foul smell wafted from my pubic area.

With tiny whiffs of smoke still rising from between my legs, Master forced my head to his groin so i could take his engorged manhood into my mouth and pleasure him. The burning blister in my groin caused tears to roll from my eyes, down my cheeks, and onto his beautiful penis. In spite of my agony, i behaved as i had been taught. i swallowed his shaft in one smooth motion then sucked hard as i drew back.

He seemed even longer and thicker than usual. The chocking size of his enormous cock muffled the sobs in my throat. Watching the tiny flames dance around my penis had pleased him more than i would have expected.

Although i had taken him into my mouth this way so many times, i still marveled at the masculine perfection of his penis. For only a moment i treated myself to a tiny delight. i pulled my head back until the very end of his penis rested against my lips. i gently kissed his cockhead and massaged his pisshole with the tip of my tongue. My intent had been to please Master, but, instead, my taking the initiative enraged him. He told me that he did not want to share some tender, faggot french-kiss. He wanted to cum in my mouth. He violently grabbed the back of my head and forced himself deep into my throat. Yanking my ears, he savagely jerked my head up and down until warm sperm flowed down my throat.

At that moment, i needed more than anything to submit to him completely. i worshiped the authenticity of his feral lust. i marveled at the way he acted out of instinct, like the dominant male within a pack of wolves. Burning away my pubic hair may have been dangerous and cruel, but it was absolutely authentic. He hurt me because nothing less would calm his carnal desire at that moment.

Even with the certainty that these tortures would eventually destroy my cock and balls, i adored Master. My dick could not long withstand many such assaults as the torching of my pubic hair, and i knew that he would forever demand more of me, but, at that moment, i felt content with the idea of sacrificing my penis to such a virile male. i understood that i was a disgusting faggot who deserved only abuse and i loved Master for taking the time and possessing the fortitude to degrade me down to my true station in life.

Years of hanging weights from my scrotum had stretched my once tight ballsack to ridiculous proportions. The balls now hung almost five inches below my groin, and the skin of the sack wore the marks of hundreds of temporary piercings and the now healed cut from the time he had ordered me to use a razor and exhibit the actual nuts enclosed inside my scrotal skin.

The tattoo that had once covered the short shaft of my penis had faded under a shroud of red scars. In addition, Master had treated me to a subincision, the splitting open the bottom of my penis along my urethra. Although this procedure left the top of my cock mostly whole, the shaft no longer functioned as a tube for my urine. With my dick unable to serve as an unbroken hose, piss squirted from a slit at the junction of my penis and the balls. Prior to that slicing, Master required me to piss while seated to highlight my submissive position. Afterward, i had no other choice.

Possibly most disturbing to the shocked Asians was the scab from my most recent injury. Not wanting to cause a problem at airport security, Master had removed a large metal ring from my cock on the night before our flight. This especially deep piercing had tunneled sideways through my glans. Master had inserted the ring after the subincision that sliced open my urethra cut out my Prince Albert piercing. The complete dissection of the lower surface of my penis had made it impossible for a ring to penetrate into my pisshole and out the base of my shaft.

Master found my shaft too masculine looking without a ring at the tip and figured that if i could no longer be drilled from top to bottom, he could go horizontally.

Master took a thick metal skewer more than six inches long and jammed it dead center through my glans from left to right. He celebrated this new hole by forcing me onto my stomach on the hardwood floor of his den and savagely fucking my asshole. Throughout this act of perverse love, each of his thrusts jammed the needle tearing through my cockhead painfully into the wood beneath me.

After he came, Master left the needle inside my skin for over a week while the hole healed enough to take a permanent ring. Several times, my wound reopened to the point of bleeding when the skewer entangled in the cloth of the blankets on his bed as he used me for sex.

Master eventually inserted a thick, two-inch diameter gold ring into this new hole. This new piercing pleased me, especially after Master continued the subincision onto the upper edge of my shaft. Feeling bored one Sunday afternoon, Master split the top of my shaft, completely bisecting the end of my penis, cutting down about two inches from the tip. i liked this side-to-side ring because it sort of held the two mangled sides of my cockhead together and made my groin slightly less hideous.

This ring had been welded shut after insertion, and Master did not want to damage such valuable property. Instead of breaking the gold, he chose to extract the ring by using a blade to slice open the muscle of my cockhead. Just before the trip to Thailand, Master razored this ring from my penis. The x-shaped intersection of my earlier top-to-bottom bisection and this new side-to-side cut left my glans as little more than four flaps of disconnected meat.

By the time Master had made this incision, i had almost no sense of feeling in my genitals and hardly cried at all. Throughout this act of mutilation, all i could think was how much i loved Master for using a blade instead of simply grasping the ring in his hand and tearing it from my skin.

Two of the prostitutes turned away in disgust. In their eyes, i could see the revulsion that they felt toward a faggot like me who would allow these things to be done to his manhood. The tallest one, however, seemed fascinated and bent over a little to get a better look.

As soon as i stripped, Master instructed the boys to take me to the thick sheet of plywood on the floor of the dining room. They motioned for me to lie down on my stomach with legs widely parted and arms stretched to the side above my head. The whores took a blue chalk and began to trace the outline of my body onto the wood, the way the police mark the outline of a murder victim.

Master told them that it was important that he have a clear path to what was left of my cock and balls, and they stopped their work. Master knelt down between my legs. i could almost feel the nausea that two of the boys felt as Master spread my thighs more widely and pressed on my disgusting penis. i could sense their relief that they did not have to touch my maimed dick themselves.

When Master satisfied himself that my position would meet his needs, he instructed the boys to complete the job of tracing my outline. When they finished, i stood up and the whores carried the wood out the front door of the small cottage.

That evening, i took my dinner from the dog bowls on the floor, while the boys served Master as he sat at the kitchen table. As i groveled on my hands and knees with my tongue lapping water from the dog dish, the tallest boy, who spoke English the most fluently, commented to Master that he liked the round firmness of my ass cheeks. He said that he wouldn't mind fucking me as long as he didn't have to look at my dick while he did it.

Master smiled and told him to go ahead. The boy tried to dismiss his own comment as only a joke, but Master repeated his offer. With my face still in the bowl, i moved my right hand up to my butt and circled my asshole with the middle finger for a moment before inserting the digit inside myself to demonstrate my total submission to Master's suggestion.

The boy performed like the good whore and did as he had been told. He lowered his shorts and knelt down directly behind me. He took only a moment to line the bulbous tip of his firm cock up with the crack of my asshole before forcing himself into me with one fierce thrust.

From the intensity of his fucking, i could tell that the boy was not merely going through the motions, he relished the act of dog-fucking me in that kitchen. He enjoyed the opportunity to top a piece of shit like me. Although his dick was so much smaller than Master's, he made up for his lack of size with his enthusiasm, and he came quickly.

After this boy finished, Master offered me to the other two, but they declined, saying in broken English that the thought of my disgusting, butchered cock would make it impossible for them to get an erection. Master told them he understood and invited the boys to join him at his meal.

They drank heavily as they ate. Afterward, Master had them lock me in the leather sling hanging from the ceiling in the bedroom. Master hung a five-pound weight from a chain attached to my balls, which the boys found this laugh-out-loud hilarious. Loosened up by the alcohol, another of the prostitutes took this opportunity to shove his dick into my mouth. i sucked for only a moment before he pulled himself out to allow himself the delight of cumming on my face.

They drank more. Before the three whores retired to spend the night servicing Master in his bed, the tall boy eagerly accepted Master's offer to participate in using me in a special type of amusement. Master led the way by taking a fork from a drawer in the kitchen and heating it to glowing on the gas flame of the stove. Master walked between my legs, which the restraints of the leather sling kept widely separated, and placed the tines of the glowing metal on one of the four flaps of withered muscle that his previous cuttings had made out of my cockhead.

i screamed in agony, and began to cry as the scalding steel burned into my skin. Joking about the way that the fork had branded three lines on my cock, Master offered the utensil to the boys. Two turned away in disgust, but the tallest boy, clearly relishing the opportunity, stepped to Master, kissed him hard on the lips, and took the hot piece of metal.

As if to rew

ard the boy for taking part in my torture, Master took the standing boy in his arms and embraced him. In spite of his height, the boy looked small when enclosed in Master's muscular arms. Their faces pressed together. As i watched, the boy's tongue pressed against Master's lips for only a second before Master accepted it into his mouth. Master slid his hand into the boy's shorts and gently massaged the boy's groin. For a moment, they looked more like tender lovers than sadists.

An enormous erection tented the boy's shorts as he hurried to the stove to restored the glow to the fork. He returned to burn another scar into a second flap of my mutilated glans. The other two wanted nothing to do with this, so the tall boy took their turn and branded the other two flaps.

After he finished wounding me, the tall boy grasped the weight still hanging from a chain looped around my scrotum. His lifting of the heavy object removed the burden from my strangled nuts, but my relief was short-lived. With no concern for my discomfort, he casually flipped the weight over my thigh. Only the chain digging into my balls kept the five-pound burden from crashing to the floor. With the path to my asshole clear, the boy again pleasured himself inside me.

That night, Master let me sleep on the floor in front of his bed. He dismissed two of the boys, keeping only the tall one who whimpered with pleasure when Master fucked his asshole.

The next morning Master took me to a doctor who examined me in preparation for my nullification. The doctor addressed all questions and comments to Master and never once spoke to me. When i exposed my mangled groin to this physician, he did not find it at all distasteful. He took my member in his hand and complimented Master on the fine work that had been done in destroying my manhood.

The physician offered to fashion a nice, tight pussy into my groin, but Master declined, saying that he did not want me to have the distraction of any type of sex organ. A tiny pisshole between my legs would suffice. The doctor's lips grew into a cruel smile at this suggestion.

Master commented, however, that, although he had no need of a cunt to fuck, nipples would be nice. The doctor responded that tits would be no problem as most of his practice consisted of performing sex-change operations for gender confused Western faggots.

Master described exactly the way he wanted my chest to look, big female nipples on a male chest. He did not want tits, no implants, he wanted to make that clear. He held up his left hand and spread his thumb and forefinger to about three inches apart and told the doctor that he wanted a red areola that size on each of my pecs. Master's face shone with delight like that of child describing the toy he hoped to get for his birthday. Holding up his pinkie finger and highlighting the segment from the tip of the nail to the first bend, he indicated that he would love to play with firm nipples that size.

Clearly pleased, the doctor restated Master's plan. My groin would be perfectly smooth with just a tiny pisshole between my legs, and above i would have a boy's chest but with the big nipples of a female slut.

They spoke for over an hour about the procedure scheduled for the next morning. Master had paid quite a great sum for the privilege of doing most of the cutting himself, and the doctor explained the procedure in great detail. The doctor said that he would mostly be there to clean up the mess afterward.

i did not pay much attention. The decisions did not concern me.

Before we left, the doctor revealed the depths of his sadistic nature. With a twisted smirk, he encouraged Master to enjoy himself that night because it would be Master's last chance to play with my cock and balls. The way the doctor aid the word "enjoy" left no doubt that he meant for Master to take this as permission to do whatever depraved act he pleased to my cock and balls that night.

The four foot by eight foot plywood board had reappeared to the dining room by the time that we returned at the small cottage. It did not surprise me to see that it had been altered to meet Master's particular needs. Using the chalk outline as a guide, craftsmen had strategically attached matched sets of leather belts to the wood, each consisting of one strap with a buckle and another with holes drilled every inch or so. These pairs had been placed so that my body could be completely immobilized on the board.

One set had been attached exactly at the point that the chalk indicated that my neck would lay. These straps would collar my head to the board. A set at each wrist would tie down my hands, while other pairs would lock down the rest of my body. Straps were placed at just above each elbow, around the waist, on each thigh just below the groin, at each knee, and at the ankles. Master did not merely want me secured to the board. His depraved plan required me to be completely unable to move.

Near where Master would be strapping down my head lay a new hammer and a small pile of shiny, six-inch long spikes.

That evening, a stinging slap struck my asscheek as i bent to take my food from the dog bowl. The tall whore had beat me violently with an open hand. From my prostrate position, i turned my head around to see him taking the initiative to remove his shorts in anticipation of mounting me.

Master rose from his chair at the kitchen table. He stepped in front of the boy and placed his hand on the boy's already naked crotch. Master grasped the whore's balls and squeezed, causing the boy to scowl in pain. In a soft, yet threatening, voice, Master chastised the prostitute, saying that we would not be playing those games that night.

Anger flushed onto the boy's face. For a moment, i thought that he would strike out at Master. Although the boy was tall, Master towered more than a foot over the top of the boy's head and outweighed him by well over fifty muscular pounds. The boy, his face still broadcasting his fury, meekly pulled his pants back up to his waist and Master returned to his meal.

Master dismissed the three servants after dinner. He wanted us to be alone on this most special night. As soon as they left, Master stripped. As he removed the athletic shorts he wore, he had to pull the waist band far from his stomach to clear his already erect penis. i had never seen Master so aroused. He dick looked enormous, at least a full inch longer than its usual eight and red and fat with engorged passion.

Terrified with what would come next, i stepped to the dining room without having to be told. i understood that Master was ready to play.

Trying to position my body within the chalk lines, i laid on my stomach on the wood. i knew that this board would serve as a depraved wedding night bed for my last night as a man. Instead of celebrating sexual pleasure and love, this bed would consecrate an act of carnal torture and humiliation. Instead of being the first of many joyous nights, this bed would serve to commemorate the final perverse use of my cock and balls in a sexual act.

Master turned my head to the side and laced the belts around my neck. He pulled the leather with his powerful arms and locked the buckle into place. The strap dug into the back of my neck, and crushed my right cheek into the wood, but i did not choke. The belt cut into the back of my neck, but did not contact my throat in the front.

In an acute state of arousal, Master worked methodically, but quickly. He attached the belts to my wrists, arms, abdomen, thighs, knees, and ankles. He tightened these restraints even more securely than he had the collar. The constricting leather strangled my limbs and caused my extremities became numb. i could not move other than to breathe.

Master picked up the hammer and one nail. With his erect dick pleasurably bouncing before him, he sauntered between my widely spread legs and knelt. He told me that i was a worthless cunt who deserved the torture he inflicted upon me. He reminded me of the time eighteen months earlier that he had caught me playing with myself without permission and told me that he could never punish me enough for the way my disobedience had disappointed him.

i knew what he had in mind. i had known from the first time that i saw the board and the hammer and the nails. He had already nailed the skin of my scrotum and my shaft too many for such an ordinary torture to excite him on my last night with a penis. This time he would drive the spikes directly through my balls.

With my nuts nearly dead from years of appalling abuse, i could not feel the nail as it lined up against my skin for the first strike. Wanting to determine on which side Master would start, i concentrated trying to make out the bite of the sharp, steel tip as pressed against my scrotum, but i felt nothing down there.

Any fantasy that the numbness of my groin would protect me from the agony of Master's perverse act of piercing vanished when Master brought down the hammer. i heard a disgusting pop as my left ball exploded under the invasion of the savage spike. Torment beyond anything i had ever experienced erupted throughout my groin and into my stomach.

i must have passed out because the next thing i remember was Master slapping my face. i looked up to see him and his enormous erection standing above me. He swore and called me a cunt before torturing me with a report of the abuse that he had just inflicted on my unconscious body.

While i lay unable to object, he had violated my oblivious body with more nails. After the left ball, he had done the right followed by two spikes into what was left of my shaft. He then returned to drive another into my left nut before resigning himself to the idea that he had done everything that could be done to hurt me.

i had never experienced anything like the terror i endured at that moment. In shock, my breath became a series of pathetic sobs. Wanting me to know how completely he had bullied me, Master told me that my cock and balls had become nothing more than mutilated strips of flesh.

Again, i lost some time. i came back to awareness to the sensation of Master's dick raping the inside my asshole. He seemed like an animal, uncontrollable in his savage lust. It could have been my imagination or just the anguish in my groin, but i thought that i could feel the intensity of Master's orgasmic thrusts driving my groin higher on the rough plywood in spite of the tightness of the leather straps holding me in place.

i later learned that even with the strangling restraints that kept me pressed to the board, Master's intense fucking managed to free my cock and balls by shifting the position of my penis just enough to rip the thick, round heads of the spikes completely through the meat of my balls.