Interview with Mark

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Questioner: Tell me about meeting Greg for the first time.

Mark: I met him through a personal ad. I’ve always been attracted to older men, so when I saw he was 42, it caught my eye. The ad said he was fit and attractive, and interested in topping an 18+ boy. It also said he liked ball play.

Q: Where did you meet?

In a coffee shop. I saw that Greg certainly didn’t lie in his ad. He looked like he was in his early 30s, and it was obvious he spent a lot of time at the gym.

He had blue eyes and a great smile. When he suggested that we head back to his apartment, I almost jumped out of my chair.

Q: Sex on the first date, huh?

M: (smiles) Yeah.

Greg had a beautiful house, very nicely furnished. It sure was a step up from the dumpy apartment I was living in. His bedroom was amazing, with a gorgeous king-sized bed with four posters.

Q: How soon before you tested out that bed?

M: About a minute. Greg came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me. I almost melted as he pulled my shirt up and began playing with my tits.

The sex was amazing. Before I knew it I was on my back with my feet in the air, and his cock was buried deep inside my ass. I was so turned on feeling him pump me and hearing him groan in pleasure, that I shot my wad without even touching myself!

He followed a few seconds later. He pulled his condom off and held it over my mouth, letting his semen drip onto my tongue. It was such a turn-on that my cock sprung back to life.

Q: So did you have round two?

M: Yep. First we sat in his hot tub, but seeing this gorgeous man sitting next to me was more than I could take. After a few minutes, I bobbed my head under the water and began sucking his cock, which was a rock hard 7 inches.

Q: Was that the first time you had leather sex with Greg?

M: Yeah, that’s right. After we got back to his bedroom, Greg went to his dresser and retrieved a leather strap from the top drawer. “It’s time those balls of yours learned their place,” he said, smiling.

He pushed me down on the bed and spread my legs, and wrapped the strap around my ballsack. It felt a little tight, but my cock got hard as I saw my purple sack tied up in a little pouch, my balls straining to get out.

This time he fucked me from behind, with me on my hands and knees. He rammed his prick in and out of my hole. Just before he shot his load, he grabbed my bound sack and squeezed it real hard. I shouted in pain just as he had his orgasm.

Q: So it hurt, but you enjoyed it?

M: I had to admit that the combination of pain and pleasure was a big turn-on.

“I hope you’ll get used to having your nuts mistreated,” he said, unsnapping the strap and freeing my balls. “I’ve got big plans for those little guys.”

A few weeks later, I moved my belongings into Greg’s house. The same day, he asked me to stay naked whenever I was home. The idea appealed to me, so I agreed and I tossed my clothes onto the couch.

“I want you to always wear this around the house,” he said, holding up a leather device. “This is a ball stretcher. I think you’ll like it.” It took him a few minutes, but Greg managed to squeeze my sack into the stretcher, which separated my balls and pulled them down and away from my body. My cock responded instantly, pointing straight up. “Excellent,” he grinned, taking my swollen dick in his hand and stroking it.

Q: So I guess that was a taste of what Greg wanted to do with you.

M: Definitely. As the weeks went on, Greg became more extreme about my balls. He wanted me to sleep in the ball stretcher, and then to wear it when I left the house too. The only time I could take it off was during a shower or bath.

He became rougher during our ball play, too. He loved to squeeze and slap my tied-up nuts until I begged him to stop. Then we began bondage play, where he would tie my hands and feet to the bedposts. One time, he made me lie down so my balls dangled off the end of the bed. Then he attached weights to my sack.

Q: That must have really hurt.

M: Fuck yeah it did! I asked him to stop but he just said. “Relax, you’ll get used to it soon. It always hurts in the beginning. You have to work up to the really heavy stuff.”

I didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but there wasn’t anything I could do. My balls were killing me as the weights pulled them toward the floor. He left them on for a half hour, then released me.

They were hurting all night, which made me begin thinking about leaving Greg. But deep down I knew I couldn’t. I was strongly attracted to him, and we were having the best sex of our lives. And honestly, I enjoyed having my nuts mistreated, even though Greg seemed to go a little far sometimes.

Q: So let’s fast forward a month or so.

M: Well, I started noticing something that really bothered me. I began having problems during sex. It took me longer to get erect, and my dick wasn’t getting as hard as before. It was harder to keep it up, too.

When I told Greg I was worried about it, a smile came over his face. “Don’t worry hon. Every guy goes through that at some point. It won’t last.”

But it didn’t get any better. Sometimes I didn’t get hard at all as he fucked me, which never happened before. So, Greg got me a prescription for Viagra. That seemed to work.

Then came the night Greg tried something new. He restrained me as usual, face up and arms and legs tied to the posts. Then he went to the dresser and brought out something I had never seen before. It was silver, with long handles. He had a box with green bands in it too.

Greg attached the band to the device and opened it wide. “Relax,” he smiled, moving between my legs. “You’ll love this.”

He grabbed my nuts and pushed them through the stretched band. Then he maneuvered the device until the band was released.

Suddenly my sack was banded tighter than it had ever been. And it began hurting like a bitch!

I started screaming and bucking and pulling on my restraints. “Mark, take it easy!” he said, kissing me on my sweaty forehead. “I’ll only leave it on for a few minutes. I wanted you to feel what it was like.”

After awhile, my balls were aching less, but my stomach started hurting. That’s when Greg took some shears and cut my band off.

Q: What did Greg tell you about it?

M: After releasing me, Greg explained that he used an elastrator on me. It was used to castrate farm animals. If you leave the band on long enough, it cuts off the blood supply and kills the balls. Then they just fall off after a few weeks.

He said, “Don’t worry, hon. I would never let that happen to you.”

But I was beginning to wonder if he really wanted to castrate me.

By now, I was really starting to worry about my sex drive. Even with Viagra, I couldn’t seem to keep a good erection. I began wondering if all the ball play was damaging my sexual performance.

Q: What happened next, Mark?

M: One day, Greg was out, and I was sitting at his computer looking at the Internet. I just happened to look at his bookmarks, and saw a strange one: The Eunuch Archive. What a shock I got! The site was all about guys getting castrated. And a lot of stories mentioned an elastrator!

I put two and two together and realized that Greg was going to castrate me sooner or later. Then I heard someone behind me. I spun around and saw Greg.

He said, “I was hoping you wouldn’t find that.”

Q: Did you try to get away?

M: I tried to get up but he pushed me back into the chair. Then he spun my chair around and threw his arms around me, pinning me down. I struggled, but Greg was much bigger and stronger than me.

It only took a few minutes before I was on the bed, with Greg tying my hands and feet to the posts. I screamed and swore, but he didn’t stop until I was tightly bound.

I was sobbing for Greg not to hurt me but he went to the dresser and pulled the elastrator from the drawer. “I hoped we could have done this an easier way, Mark,” he said, slipping the band over the metal device. “But you’ve forced my hand.”

I bucked and thrashed with all my might, but Greg ignored it. Soon he was sitting on the bed, forcing my sack through the band. Snap! It felt like someone kicked me in the balls.

Greg calmly put another band on the elastrator. He pushed my aching sack through the hoop and attached another band to my scrotum.

Nothing I said seemed to make any difference to him. “I wanted to do this differently, Mark. You see, I was gradually castrating you, killing your balls. It was all carefully planned.”

He said I was slowly losing the ability to get hard from all the ball play. Eventually, my balls would have been practically dead, and I would have gladly agreed to give them up when he suggested it.

Greg said that since I was a complete bottom, I didn’t really need my balls. They only got in the way.

Q: What was happening to your balls by now?

I stretched my neck and was shocked at how my sack looked. It was a dark purple, almost black. The pain had spread to my abdomen. I never felt so awful.

“Now, it’s your choice,” he said. “I could leave the bands on, and your balls would die. But that will take at least another hour, and that’s a long time to be hurting so bad.”

I asked him what was my choice then? And he answered, “Well, I could remove your balls right now. It’s much faster, and in the end much cleaner. Just a few cuts and it’s over.”

It all seemed like a nightmare. But it was no dream. My sack was dying, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. So I nodded to Greg. He smiled and said, “Good boy.”

Greg put on a pair of surgical gloves, and got some towels from the bathroom. “Now, this might sting a little,” he said, showing me a small silver scalpel. I closed my eyes and awaited the first cut.

Q: How did Greg castrate you?

M: He sliced through the center of my scrotum, and pulled my two balls out of the sack. I saw him suturing the stalks. Then he quickly cut my left ball free. The nut was bloody when he dropped it onto the towel, he repeated the cut on my right ball. I was now a eunuch.

Q: Did you stay with Greg after your castration?

M: Yeah, that was three months ago. Despite what he did to me, I didn’t leave Greg. I was still totally in his power.

Q: What about sex?

M: After I healed, we resumed our sexual activities. I began to enjoy the stimulation his hard cock gave my prostate. Every once in awhile I was able to get a semi-erection, and even cum a little. But Greg said that wouldn’t last much longer.

Right now I can have an orgasm, but I have to really work hard at it.

Q: How do you manage to climax?

M: I have to have at least an hour alone. I use a butt plug to stimulate my prostate, and I put nipple clamps on my tits. Then I lube up and jack my cock.

It’s hard to get an erection and keep it hard. About half the time I can’t cum. When I do, the ejaculation is clear and less than half of the fluid it used to be.

Q: Now that you don’t have balls, what kind of leather play do you and Greg have?

M: He likes to tie me up, put tit clamps on me, and tie a leather strap real tight around the head of my dick while he fucks me from behind.

Lately he’s started talking about finishing the job he started.

Q: You mean completely emasculating you?

M: Yeah, he says there’s really no point in my having a cock since I can’t get it hard.

Q: Do you think he’s serious?

M: I think so. He’s already started checking out cutters over the Internet. He’s going to meet this guy next week and if he checks out okay, my cock is history.

Q: How do you feel about that?

M: (Pauses) You know, it doesn’t really bother me any more. In a way, it will be a relief to be a nullo. I can just let Greg use my ass and not have to worry about getting my own rocks off. If any had any left, that is.

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Note: This interview is based on my story “Tricked” which is on the Eunuch Archive.