When he got older, having dropped out of high school, Seven was popular at the sex clubs. Wearing nothing more than a collar and a belt, he offered up his slender, lubed body to anyone who needed to violate it for a given period of time, whether they were young, old, thin, fat, hung like a Spanish peanut or a wild bull (though he preferred the latter), any color, creed, whether they thanked him for being an angel or spit and pissed on him for being a filthy devil, Seven was there to get fucked by them, to make sure they were wholly satisfied, to make sure that he felt each and everyone of them cum. Cum in his asshole, cum in his mouth, cum on his face. Just cum.

And it wasn't so much the physical feeling of what he received out of it. It was the fact that he was degraded sexually and intentionally. It was the idea that he had been turned from a human being into an object whose sole purpose was to get fucked. In short, he got off on being a human sex toy. Only in this state of being could he receive wholeness. But in the end he wanted more.

Seven eventually became a professional submissive. With enough submissives out there giving away what they had for free, he did not make much money, but what he gave in return was permission to do anything to him that was so desired. Some just wanted sex, and he found himself entrenched in the routines of prostitution. But on the days and nights when he found himself in the presence of a genuine sadist, those were the times that gave his life meaning. In a short amount of time he had been beaten, burned, pissed and defecated on by groups of people. He'd been fucked by men, animals, and objects for others amusement at parties and gatherings. He had serviced lines of men forming in front of his mouth and behind his ass with a bottomless desire, his arms and legs bound to the floor. It was in those kinds of places that he heard about the Box of Mystery.

He first witnessed the Box of Mystery at a private club where he had been sexing the clientele to their approval, when he saw it. It was an ebony colored box in the shape of a little church, three feet long, three feet wide, and three feet tall. The top came to an edge. Each surface of the Box was covered with ornate gold etchings that covered its polished veneer. The Box sat on a table that was a little shorter than waist height. In the middle of the night, Seven watched as four men emerged from around the room. They disrobed from their finery to reveal muscular bodies that were well endowed between their legs, two circumsized, the other two not. They smiled nervously at each other as a spotlight fell on the Box of Mystery. Seven watched intrigued as the four men approached the box, holding up their beautiful penises. Each inserted his own into a hole on each of the four sides of the Box. The crowd that had gathered by now was cheering.

The man Seven was sucking off said to him,

"You have to see this," as the men buried their members to the base inside the box, "This game is entirely random. Sometimes they will all be winners, sometimes none of them!"

Seven had no idea what the man was talking about.

"Just watch, you'll see!" he said.

There were four clicking noises as something inside the Box had fastened each of the four men into place. They were trapped. None of them could get free until the task they'd set out to do was completed. Each man looked at each other until one of them smiled and started to thrust his hips in and out. Another one followed, smiling himself. The other two caught on and soon all our men were fucking the box.

From the look on each of their faces, it appeared to be a rather enjoyable experience as each man shoved his dick in and out of the Box with building enthusiasm. The man on the side put his fingers on the top edge of the Box to get a better grip. One of the men started sweating and breathing fast as he fucked harder. Someone from the audience, a young man, walked up to one of the men, a blond white man with a short crew cut, and made out with him as he fucked away at the Box. They must have been boyfriends. The young man began to finger his blond boyfriend's ass, burying two fingers to the base knuckles, to get him to cum in the Box.

One of the four was a strapping hot black man with a shaved head. He squeezed his nipples with a free hand as he fucked the Box.

"Go up there," Seven's client told him and sent him to the corner where a sexy Latino boy with full lips and long hair in a ponytail was fucking the front of the Box. Seven put his fingertips on the Latino's back, distracting him for a second. But the Latino was the first one to smile earlier and he welcomed Seven's advance.

Soon Seven was darting his tongue in and out of the Latino's asshole, while the long haired buck copulated the Box. The crowd built upon their catcalls as the men began to reach orgasm.

The first one to blow his wad was the blond. Wit his head back, he issued a moan as he fucked the Box as hard as he could. There was a click, and he was released. The blond fell backward on the ground where his boyfriend kissed him and held him.

The second one to cum was the stacked African. With teeth bared, he breathed hard through his nose as he shot his load into the Box. There was a clicking sound and he was released. He grabbed his still rock hard penis and jerked the last few remaining drops of semen out of it.

The third one to cum was the unnamed white guy with the wavy brown head and chest hair. He had taped up fingers like that of a musician. He pumped away furiously with his hands on the top edge of the Box. His face turned red and he roared as he emptied his semen into the Box. This time there was a beep. A quick look of panic crossed the musician's face and he tried to pull his penis out of the Box, but it held him steadfast. There was a thump noise inside the Box like a miniature explosion. When the man was free, he pulled himself away from the Box and looked down at his groin. Where there was at least nine inches of proud cock there was now just a small white line on perfectly flat skin with a hole in it perched right above his nutsack. He penis had been severed completely! The crowd cheered. The man was awestruck. Hands patted his back. He could only look down at his empty crotch and cup his balls, almost as if he was testing the new weight of his package.

The young Latino was last. He was sweating and Seven was behind him, kissing his smooth bronze neck and shoulders and pinching his nipples. Seven was hard as a rock and the thought of fucking this young man seemed possible. So Seven spit on his own cock and rubbed it on the Latino's asshole. There was some give as he cleared his head through the young man's sphincter. With that the young Latino started to cum. He opened his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut as he fucked the Box, filling it with his seed. Seven pulled out just as there was another beeping sound followed a thump and the young Latino came free missing his cock as well! But the Latino wasn't done cumming and rubbed the tender stump where his cock had been, squirting another load onto Seven's face, before finally falling on his knees with a look of satisfaction. He looked into Seven's eyes with his big brown ones and gave Seven a slow kiss on the lips. As they parted lips there was a ding sound from the Box and from the holes of the unfortunate penectomized, came their penises, severed, cauterized, cleaned.

The musician grabbed onto his severed penis and held it up to the crowd, proudly like an Olympic torch. the young Latino on the other hand, quietly retrieved his chopped off cock and held it in his hand for a bit. Then he looked up and handed it over to Seven. "You keep it," he smiled. Then he stood up and disappeared into the crowd.

Seven held the cock in his hands. It was soft and warm, as if it was still attached to the body. He brought it to his lips and kissed it, then put the head in his mouth. It was delightful.

Within seconds, the crowd wanted to see another round. The Blond's twink boyfriend returned and stuck his smaller cock in the same hole. The musician came back for more. Everyone guffawed as he squeezed both of his balls into the hole, hoping to fuck it with them. The third was a young Asian guy with blue hair and lip piercings.

This time someone grabbed onto Seven's butt and shoved him to the Box. He looked nervous but felt exhilarated! He actually wanted to lose his own cock now after seeing the last round!

He injected his cock into the Box and it actually felt like a human orifice, warm and wet. He wanted to feel the insides with his fingers, but the opening constricted around the base of his penis with a click, locking him in place. There was enough room to pump his hips in and out of the Box, but too much suction to the extent that if he pulled too hard trying to get his cock out, he might tear off the whole end of it. He had no choice now but to start the game. The other three began pumping away at their ends and Seven's hole seemed almost alive and quivered with delight! Seven pulled his cock out and pushed it in. Whatever the outcome would be, it was going to be great! He held the Latino boy's penis in his hands and sucked it. In the audience, he could see the naked dickless boy smiling at him. He ran the penis down the small of his sweating back and rubbed the uncircumsized head on his own asshole, working up enough sweat and ass moisture to stick it in him without lube.

As the others worked away at their side of the Box, Seven rammed the boy's dick up his ass and slid it in and out. He found himself licking the top edge of the Box lustfully while fucking his own ass, which got more people in the audience turned on. He could feel himself building to a climax and any minute now, he was going to lose is cock forever!