In fact, slender described him perfectly. Not skinny, but a lean swimmer's body. I guessed he was in his mid-20s, with sandy blond hair. He was wearing a tight tank-top, and torn jeans that hugged his ass perfectly.

I walked up to him and offered to buy him a drink. He smiled shyly and nodded, not looking me in the eye. "Thanks," he said in a low voice as his beer arrived.

"Thanks what?" I said, slipping a finger under his dog collar and pulling his face towards me.

A look a panic swept across his face. "Thanks what?" I repeated, staring into his eyes.

"Thanks, sir," he stammered.

"Good," I said, releasing him. I could tell I made the proper impression on him.

"I haven't seen you around before," I asked him as he nervously sipped his beer. "First time?"

"Y-Yes," he said. "I mean, yes sir."

I smiled at his subservience. I could feel the first stirrings of my cock as I watched this cute boy wonder what I had in mind.

"You're nice looking," I said, running my palm under his chin. "I like boys like you."

He smiled broadly at the compliment. "Thanks, sir," he said. "I like you too."

I slipped my hands under his tank-top. "These should be pierced," I said, pinching his nipples with gradually increasing pressure. "Don't you think?"

He gasped and closed his eyes but made no move to stop me as I hurt his tits. "Yes," he said. "Yes sir, I do."

I released his nipples and grabbed his crotch. "Let me see your cock," I said.

With only a moment's hesitation, he unzipped his jeans and took out his generously-proportioned dick. I loved the way he followed my commands, exposing himself to a room full of strangers without complaint.

I wrapped my hand around his dick and squeezed. "This would look very nice with a big ring in the head," I said, feeling it stiffen in my hand. He sighed and smiled, nodding his head. "Yes sir, it would. I'd like it very much if you had my cock pierced."

My cock jumped when I heard him say those words, because I knew I had found a true submissive. A very cute submissive, too. This was going to be fun.

I asked him his name, and he said it was Mark. "My name is Jeff, but we won't use our names with each other. You are boy, and I am Sir."

I had him put his delicious cock back in his pants and follow me home. We had a long night ahead of us.

Morning....

The dawn light begins to fill the room. I switch off the lamp and gaze at the beautiful sight of my boy on the bed.

His ass is red with welts and cuts, the result of hours of punishment administered by hand and belt. A very large black plug is firmly wedged in his ass, keeping his hole expanded in case my cock is ready for more action. Not very likely, since I've already deposited two loads of cum up his rectum.

My boy's hands are cuffed behind his back, and he wears a blindfold and ballgag. The gag was necessary because my boy got rather noisy when I beat his ass.

Dangling from both nipples are two large silver alligator clips. Boy screamed when I applied them, but his tits have long since gone numb. He screams again as I remove them, first pausing to twist them a bit.

I rub antiseptic cream on the cuts, making boy's body shiver. He lies on a pool of sticky cum, ejaculated from his own cock while I was beating him. No doubt about it, this boy is a keeper.

Later that day, after we both shower, I tell boy what he can expect from now on. He will be naked at all times, except when we go out. All body hair below the neck must be removed. He must obey me without question. His ass must always be clean and available to my cock.

I let boy know that his orgasms are purely optional, and will always come from his hand, not mine. Boy will suck my cock, lick my asshole, and offer his hole to my cock. What he does to his own cock is his business, not mine.

Boy becomes an enthusiastic slave. Not only does he beg to drink my piss, but he pleads to clean my hole every time I take a dump. I grow to love the feel of his tongue licking the last bits of shit from my ass.

Not that I don't pay lots of attention to boy's cock. I introduce him to sound play, pushing metal rods down his pisshole. He whimpers and squirms, but he loves feeling his cock fill up with metal. His dick oozes pre-cum, which helps me put larger and larger sounds into his hole.

One day, boy lies in bed next to me with a sound as big as my little finger in his cock. "Sir, please pierce my cock," he begs as I slowly extract the metal rod.

I smile at his request. Nothing gets me hotter than to have a slave beg me for body modifications. I tell boy that his wish will be granted the next day at my favorite piercing shop.

This is boy's first trip out of the house, so I make sure he's dressed appropriately. Pink shorts so tight that his cock and balls are plainly visible, a yellow tank-top that exposes his bare tummy, and lavender flip-flops that show off his brightly-colored nails. And a dog collar, of course. He gets lots of stares as he walks with me, his head bowed from humiliation.

Tyler is the piercer I've chosen to modify boy. He has boy strip naked and sit in a barber's chair, while I pick out the jewelry for boy's body.

Before the cock piercing, I have Tyler put studs through both of boy's nipples. The jewelry is big - 8 gauge - but boy doesn't complain. I kiss him and compliment him on his pretty new tits.

Then came a surprise for boy. His cock will be pierced, but not in the way he expects. Earlier, I told Tyler that I wanted the cock opened up to make it easier for sound play. I suggested a meatotomy, which just splits the head, but Tyler said a subincision is better. He showed me pictures and I immediately agreed.

I told boy that it was going to hurt a great deal, and there would be a lot of blood. He looked frightened, but I kissed him deeply and assured him the pain would be worth it. This calmed him, so I told Tyler to proceed.

Tyler used a clamp to flatten the skin, then picked up a scalpel, first inserting the tip into boy's pisshole. He made a quick downward cutting motion, slitting the cockhead open. Boy screamed and his blood flowed freely, but again I managed to calm him.

Tyler worked deliberately, taking care to avoid major blood vessels. He gradually opened up the underside of the cock. He stopped several times to stanch the bleeding. Boy whimpered and cried a number of times, but made no attempt to stop the surgery. I was very proud of him.

Tyler sutured the wound open in order to keep it from healing shut. At last it was finished. Boy's cock was now split open almost halfway down his shaft. I couldn't believe how beautiful it looked!

(For a look at a subincision, click on this website:

http://encyc.bmezine.com/?cmd=img&src=encyc/encyc00075-4.jpg&title=Subincision

The next month was a time of healing, with boy using salt water baths to soak his wounded cock. It was a hard time for both of us, because we had to refrain from sex. But at last the waiting was over, and boy was grunting in pleasure, his face in a pillow as I shot my sperm up his ass.

Not long after his subincision healed, boy was subjected to the next step in slavery - a chastity tube. This curved plastic device slips over the flaccid penis and is locked into place. Whenever an erection starts, the tube causes so much discomfort that the cock immediately deflates.

Seeing boy's split cock confined in this transparent tube gave me an instant hardon. He was required to wear it at all times, except during bathing. It made boy realize that my pleasure, not his, was important. With the chastity tube in place, he could focus all his attention on my needs.

It was almost a year now since boy became my property. I loved seeing him around the house, naked and shaved, his tits pierced and his split cock imprisoned in the chastity tube. He eagerly offered his mouth and ass to please me. I thought our lives were perfect, but there was a big surprise waiting for me.

One of my fetishes is extreme body modification, and I'm always looking at websites like BME Extreme that are pretty radical. Boy used to watch me closely as I admired the photos of castration, penectomy, and amputated limbs.

One day, after I returned from shopping, boy eagerly asked me to look at the computer. When I turned on the monitor, I was shocked to see a naked photo of boy that he had altered using photoshop.

He obviously had taken the photo that day, because he looked exactly the same, except for two very big changes. Above his balls was an empty space where his cock normally is. And his legs were gone below mid-thigh.

My cock immediately sprung to attention. This was the hottest picture, and the fact that boy had made it made it even more exciting.

"Why did you make this picture?" I asked, my eyes wide and mouth open.

"Do you like it?" he asked grinning.

"Oh my god, YES!" I said laughing. "It's incredibly hot!"

"Good," he said. "Because I want to make it real."

I was shocked. "You want me to modify you that way?"

"Yes!" he said, hugging me.

Boy explained that he had noticed how excited I got while looking at the amputation websites. "You always fucked me hard afterwards. Were you fantasizing that I was an amputee?"

"Yes," I said. "That's right. An amputee without a cock."

"So, I want to do this for you," boy said. "For us, really. Because making you happy also makes me happy."

"But why just your cock? Why not total nullification?"

"Well, I'd be willing if that's what you want," boy said. "But if I keep my balls, I'll stay horny like now. It will be the ultimate sexual slavery. Right now my cock is restrained, but I know I can take off the chastity tube and jack off. But with a penectomy that can never happen. All my sexual pleasure will come in my ass and in my mouth, from your cock. Not from mine."

Tears came to my eyes. "You'd do this for me? You'd let me cut off your cock and your legs?"

He started to cry too. "Yes, please," he said, hugging me tight.

My cock was so hard and dripping that I couldn't wait another moment. I shoved boy onto his back, hoisted his legs over my shoulder, and fucked him like it was the first time. I shot my cum inside him in less than a minute, fantasizing the whole time about my legless, cockless boy.

A month later....morning.....

I sit by my slave's bed, watching him sleep. An IV bag drips painkiller into his vein. This is his first morning since the amputations.

I gently pull back the sheet to look at his mutilated body. His crotch is heavily bandaged, but his balls are visible, hanging below the sutured wound that once held his cock.

Both legs are also bandaged, the stumps ending mid-thigh.

He is so beautiful. I gently stroke his face as he sleeps, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

My rigid cock is in my hand, dripping pre-cum. I jack it as I look at boy, thinking about the next time I fuck him. The picture of my cock sliding into his hole, my fingers touching his smooth crotch and legless stumps, drives me into ecstasy.

My orgasm near, I stand and aim my cock, still jacking furiously. The first shot hits his balls, the rest splattering on his stumped legs. It is the most intense pleasure I have ever felt.

After I wipe my cum off boy, he begins to stir. I bend over him and kiss him gently on the lips. He opens his eyes and smiles at me.

"Thank you, sir," he says, weakly.

I kiss him once more. My cock is hard again.