I met Ted at a party. We hit it off pretty good. We found we shared a mutual interest in Bondage and CBT. He said he was a top and preferred to be a master. I admitted I was a bottom and mentioned I like to have my balls and cock abused. He wasn’t aware there was Bondage club in town so I went to my computer to show him the web site. I am sure he noticed some of the other web sites I enjoyed like Eunuchmales, nulled-eunuch, Castration, penectomy, castration-orchiectomy, extreme surgical body modifications, as well as the BDSM sites. I even mentioned he was seeing my kinky side. He just smiled and wrote down some sites to join. I told him if he wanted to go to one of the monthly Bondage parties just let me know I would go with him, since I had been before and knew the location.

Just a few weeks passed until the next Bondage club social and Ted and I agreed to get together and go. He came to my place and we hopped into my car and traveled to the warehouse like building where the club had a permanent set up. We paid the fee to enter, had our ID’s checked to make sure we were over twenty-one. We then entered a bondage paradise! All the fun equipment is set up. Many crosses, a few slings, a rope bed, a casket, a medical table, several benches where a sub could be bend over, an old barber’s chair for boot licking, and a large motorized unit where a sub could be tied via arms or legs and lifted until suspended. Lot’s and lot’s of floggers and paddles. Everything for a good time. Soft drinks were provided and booze was allowed but must be brought by members.

Ted and I mingled and watched others in action. I knew Ted was a Dom but I never expected he would want to do more than watch on his first trip to the scene. We were passing an empty St Andrews cross, when Ted asked me if would like to play a little. Never one to turn down fun, I said sure. He then lowered his voice and in a demanding tone told me to strip naked. Not being shy I was soon naked and my smooth hairless body open to anyone who wanted to see. Ted led me to the cross and proceeded to tie me to it face down. I was becoming very turned on already and my cock was starting to harden. He then picked up a flogger and began to flog my ass. It stung at first but it sure warmed up my ass and the more he hit me the harder my cock became. He moved up my back and down to the back of my thighs. My entire backside was becoming red and striped. Soon people began to stop and watch. Many offering advice or help. One fellow offered to put a parachute on my balls and weight them down. Ted stopped his flogging and told the guy go ahead. The next thing I felt was hands on my sack pulling it down so the fellow could get the straps of the parachute around my balls. Once this was done he started adding weights. I could feel my balls stretching as he added more and more weight. It began to hurt and I said please stop it is getting to painful. Ted said it is supposed to hurt, and shut up. It felt like something was pulling the cords out of my body. Finally he stopped as tears were beginning to form in my eyes. Funny after the weights hung there for a while, I became use to them and it strangely started to feel good. My cock became erect again. Ted began to flog me again causing the weights to swing and more pain shoot up my balls.

After a while, as a bigger crowd began to form and encourage Ted more, he at the groups urging, agreed to turn me around. I almost fell, I was so exhausted already, but a couple of guys helped turn me facing out. It was now easy to see my cock standing up and my balls being pulled down. There was a consensus I should be blindfolded and gagged. So it was done, a ball gag was produced and tied around my head, then a head cover was pulled over covering my eyes but with a hole for my nose and mouth so I could breath. By now I was sweating and wondering what else could they do to me. Ted was flogging my cock now and across my chest and the front of my thighs. Strangely my cock was staying semi hard despite the pain. The head cover made it hard to hear what the crowd was saying. Next I felt hands on my cock and jacking me. I became very erect as the crowd was shouting something. Apparently they wanted more torture, because the next thing I felt were needles being pushed though my cockhead. I guess because of my adrenaline flowing and being caught up in the activity I didn’t feel that much pain. I could feel the needles going in and being pushed through until I felt them sticking on out the other side. By now with this the crowd was starting to really grow. Funny even though I could not see them I could feel the size of the group and I was enjoying being seen naked and bound. The next thing I felt was extremely painful for me as my nipples are very sensitive, someone had nipple clamped mine and hung weights on them. Every time Ted flogged me they swung around and hurt. I think the group could tell because I heard some comments about how that has to hurt.

As time went on someone had greased up a large dildo and worked it into my ass. They pumped it in and out causing, my sore with needles in it, cock to respond a get harder. I was also realizing the crowd was getting drunker and bolder. Ted included. Apparently I was now the center of attention. Suddenly the weights were removed from my balls. This felt good; they had been on there for a long while. Hands again began to fondle my sack and it was stretched out again. Only this time I felt my balls one at a time being pushed through something. Then as my sack was pulled out again I realized someone must have brought an elastrator to the social. About this time they let the band lose and I felt the god awful pain of my sack being banded. I moaned and wiggled and fought my bonds but I was helpless. A cheer went up in the crowd. I could only hope they would cut it off before my balls died. Next they pulled out the needles from my cock. Again I felt relief, and again it was short lived as I felt my cock pulled out and then the band being slid down my cock up against my groin and released. Ouch they had banded my cock as well. God I hoped they would release me in time to save my balls and cock. Ted flogged me for a while longer but then realized I had been hanging there for a long time and took me down.

He led me, banded balls and cock, to a bench. It was there I was laid face down and tied to the bench. Several from the crowd began to feel my ass. The dildo was produced again and pumped in my ass hole. Soon it was replaced with living hot cocks. Thank god they had the decency to use condoms. If not my ass would have been overflowing with cum. Several tied to fist me, which felt strangely good, but I my ass just would not accommodate man size fists. However, there were several women in attendance and they wanted to try my ass on for size. After several attempts of woman size fist a lady got her hand in my ass. The feeling made me forget for a moment my banded cock and balls. After the first lady several lined up and took a feel of ass. One even pushed her way nearly to her elbow in my ass hole. This was new to me but I was hooked on fisting now and wanted to be able to take man sized fists.

After I don’t know how long I was used like that I was picked up and taken to the medical table. This was a used one taken from a doctor’s office. It had stirrups and all. The ladies were wild by now and carrying on about how they wanted to see what men have they don’t. I was placed on the table and my legs in the stirrups. My banded balls and cock were exposed to everyone. By now my balls were purple and cold. My cock not as bad but red and swollen. The ladies took turns feeling them and some of the guys too. Finally one of the ladies says I want to really see what balls look like. And someone says let us cut him open. I was very afraid now, I could be permanently damaged. Being tied up, gagged and blindfolded there was not much I could do. Not surprisingly in this place someone produced a medical scalpel. Someone else came up with an alcohol wipe and wiped down my ball sack. I heard someone take a deep breath and say here goes. Then I felt a sharp pain in my sack as they cut open my ball sack. I felt the wetness of the blood run down between my ass. Someone said look at the blood. Oh my God did it hurt. But then the next pain hit me as they stuck their finger in and pulled on the cord attached to my ball. They slowly pulled my ball out of my sack and exposed it to view. I heard them say oh my god it is so white, the cord is so thick. It was then someone said that is the covering the ball is inside. The crowd began to shout let’s see it, let’s see it! Okay, okay someone said between my legs. Let me get it out. It was then it felt the awful pain as my cord was cut and my ball was removed. At this point I don’t think anyone was thinking of me, I was lost in their frenzy. Several said I want it but the lady who cut it out said it’s mine. Next I heard I want one too. Then I felt another set of hands pulling my remaining ball out and quickly cutting it off. I was now a eunuch and I was crying. I didn’t not want this, I like having balls. I liked having them used and abused. Who would want me as a sub now?

I was laying there tied up and bleeding until someone said, Oh shit we have to do something for him. A towel was placed on my bleeding groin. Damn, someone said, we are in big trouble now; we have to get him to an ER right away. I was picked up and taken to my car. Someone drove me to the ER and left me in my car in by the door. I was quickly noticed as I was in the ambulance parking slot. They rushed me to surgery after seeing the problem. A surgeon and an urologist were called. The next morning I awoke and the nurse told me the doctor would be by to explain what they had to do. The nurse had a very sad look on her face. All I knew was that my groin was covered in bandages and was very sore.

The doctor came soon after the nurse left. Well, he said you were in very bad shape last night. We did what we could to fix you but there are some permanent changes. First your testicles are gone; don’t know what happened but they were not with you when you were found. Second you were banded which kept you from bleeding to death but also caused your scrotum to die so we could not save it to put in prosthetic testicles. Finally your penis as well was banded, apparently for at least a couple of hours. This caused major damage to the blood vessels of your penis and the internal structures; subsequently we had no choice but to remove it. We called in a plastic surgeon to do what he could to make your groin area acceptable in appearance. We had to re-route your urethra so you can pass urine without messing your clothing. We are very sorry we could not save much of your gentiles. Your urologist can prescribe testosterone replacement hormones to keep you the same as before.

So there it was I no longer had balls or a cock. The police came to talk to me. That did not help much I knew nobody that was there and by the time they checked on the location everything was gone. I didn’t mention Ted, I hoped I would see him again, had no animosity toward him.

Several weeks have passed now. I have healed up. I now have a fairly smooth groin with just a little pink scar running down the middle. The doctors relocated my urethra lower so I can sit to pee and not make a mess. I miss my cock most of all, I always enjoyed getting hard and cumming, it is very difficult without penis. I did receive a card from Ted. He said he was sorry and that he had planned none of what happened. However, he wondered, how did I feel after all since he did notice the webs sites I liked to visit.