Startled awake by a painful swat on my ass, i was too disoriented to realize where i was at first. An extreme discomfort of my ass lips was only matched by the dull ache in my nipples.

          “Get up, sleepy head,” a now familiar voice intoned. “It’s been two hours, and I’m hungry as hell for dinner.” Gazing up, i soon realized that i was tied to a sling, a huge butt plug impaled in my ass and two “snake-bite” kits still attached to my nipples. As Tom busied himself releasing me from my bondage he complimented me on how hot my bound and perfectly smooth body looked in his sling.

          As he lowered me to the ground, my knees suddenly buckled under me. Then i remembered the few hours i spent straddling his “sawhorse” and was surprised to be so weak after some rest. Fortunately, Tom was there to catch me and helped me take my first tepid steps after my prolong immobilization.

          “Let’s get you cleaned up for dinner,” he said as he guided me down the balcony-like hallway toward the bathroom i dimly recalled seeing as he half-carried me to his bedroom. Like the rest of his loft, the bathroom was done in very modern fashion- lots of mirrors, bright white tile and chrome fixtures. Naked except for a deep tan, offset by pale thong lines, i was led to a shower stall and my arms were raised above me and to my surprise locked within a pair of manacles dangling from a silver chain.

          “I don’t want you to fall over, your legs are still weak,” Tom explained, after noting my puzzled expression. As he turned the shower on, i recoiled from the icy blast of water that first came out. After perhaps a minute, the water warmed to a pleasurable degree and Tom joined me in the shower, a sly smile playing across his face.

          I felt the warmth of his body as his arms circled me from behind. He grasped each black pod on my nipples and suddenly released them from their over-long entrapment. At first i felt relieved, but that feeling was soon replaced by a searing pain in my tits as the blood returned to them. “Ah, s-shit! That hurts!” i exclaimed gazing down at my darkened and distended nipples, now protruding nearly an inch from my chest.

          “You’ll get used to it, Malecheii. I like a eunuch with large chewy tits, and I doubt I am the only one,” he said as he fondled them, his massage helping to restore the circulation. After pinching each tit firmly (ouch!), Tom reached for a bar of soap and slowly cleaned me up, all over. When he got to my ass, i felt an incessant pressure and momentary unbearable pain as he unlodged the huge butt plug that he had forced into me earlier.

The pain subsided somewhat as he slipped the bar of soap into my hole and carefully cleaned me out. Amazed at how easily a fresh bar of soap entered my cavity, all I could do was dangle from my chains and enjoy the feeling. Once the soaping was done, Tom removed the shower-head and began to rinse me after changing its setting to a pulsing action.

He then turned off the water, and thinking he was done, i thanked him. “We’re not quite done, Malecheii. You need to be clean inside as well as out.” He then unscrewed the shower head and shoved the flexible tube up my ass before turning the water on again. As my cavity quickly filled with warm, soapy water, I felt a painful cramping in my gut. Tom noted this and messaged my abdomen as he eased more of the tube higher up inside me. After making some strangle gurgling sounds, he eased off on the water pressure and slowly removed the tubing.

“You won’t spill a drop, if you know what is good for you.” Tom threatened. I clenched my ass shut for all i was worth until i felt the huge plug being returned to its, now normal location. “I’ll be back in a few minutes; I need to check on dinner.” With that, i found myself alone again, gazing at my reflection in the mirrored wall of the shower stall. Despite a good coating of fog, i appeared almost like a pregnant women, other than for a small set of male genitals, still reddened from my earlier “treatment.”

After what seemed an interminable time, Tom returned and unshackled me from the stall. He led me to the toilet and had me squat over it before he suddenly ripped the huge plug from my hole. A stream of fetid water shot out of my ass as he pushed me down onto the seat. While in finished my necessary business, Tom carefully washed the plug at the sink.

Before he left me again, he reached under the sink and pulled a plastic bottle with a long, dog-legged neck. “I’m going to finish dinner. You are to hold this douche for five minutes. Once clean, come on down and join me in the kitchen.” With those words, Tom left me to finish cleaning up.

Eventually, i was able to walk down the stairs, the circulation and strength having returned to my legs. Greeted by an inviting smell, i was startled to see and elegant display on the glass table. It seems that Tom has many talents, many talents indeed.

It is hard to recall the details, but i recall that we had a fairly normal dinner session with delightful small talk about the weather, the Pittsburgh Pirates (who lost again to the Yankees the prior week) and other mundane topics. Looking back, it seems a bit strange as despite the normalcy of the dinner, i was seated completely nude. My shrunken package was clearly visible under the glass table and my engorged nipples protruding from my smooth chest.

  After a light, but stylish dinner- i learned Tom was a vegetarian, i offered to clear the table and clean the kitchen as Tom repaired upstairs to clean himself up. After completing my chores I went out to the main living area and turned on a wide screen plasma television that dominated the far wall to the right. Tempted at first to lie on the leather sofa, i instead knelt on the floor with my ass on my heels and my hands on each knee. My old “master” had taught me this position a few years ago, and it seemed appropriate to this time and place.

Eventually, Tom returned wearing a black pair of spandex bike-style shorts and a bright red muscle shirt. At first, his body seemed large and intimidating. But instead of a proud basket protruding from the revealing shorts, only the hint of a small penis on an otherwise smooth front was displayed. The contrast was apparent and looked exotic.

“Very good, Malecheii, Tom stated. “I see somebody taught you some manners after-all, I was beginning to wonder.”

“Yes Sir, i was required to present myself each morning to my ex before heading on Post for training each morning. Ahh, military training that was, Sir.”

Tom smiled at this and said: “now you are in an entirely new training regime, or are this just a continuation of your former training, if i recall your IMs on the subject.”

“Well, it was Barry who got me started on this path, some years ago. He was too “straight” to date a gay man and often remarked that i would be better without them.”

“Yes, I remember. He was the one who gave you your first tattoo. He marked your ass as his, how appropriate.”

“Yes Sir. But it’s my only tattoo, i think of him every time i look in a mirror.”

“You’re first, but not your last, Malecheii.” Soon you will have a more important mark placed on your tanned ass to display to the world when you parade about in one of your thongs. Speaking of thongs, go put your white one on, your blue shorts and pink top. But don’t forget to put your plug back in first! We’re going to a party tonight.”

Quickly rising to my feet, I returned to the bathroom and, with some coaxing, was able to implant the huge, black plug up my ass. Unlike my 3” diameter one, this plug required no harness to hold it in place. My ass lips, after stretching to their maximum, were relieved to pass it to a 2” diameter taper before the plug’s base. I felt full and complete as it returned to its rightful place.  

I found my backpack in the bedroom and quickly donned the prescribed uniform for the evening. My leather thong-style flip-flops looked goon and displayed my recently polished toenails. Before leaving the room, i spied the leather collar that Tom had affixed to me when we i first arrived, sitting on the dresser by the door. “Shit, i can’t believe i forgot to put this on before dinner,” i thought as I clasped it around my neck.

When I returned to the living area, Tom smiled. “Yes, i noted that faux pas, and will punish you later for not remembering my generosity. Do you think I give a collar to just anyone I meet?”

“N-n-no Sir. I’m sorry that i let you down again, Sir.”

“No Malecheii, you continue to let yourself down. But you are improving. You have a will to serve. You were born to serve. Once you are fixed, you will be one of the finest eunuchs I know… Have you ever considered nullification?” Tom said after a pause.

“Nullification, Sir? As in having EVERYTHING removed?”

“I know that you know what it means, boy. Yes, having everything removed. You should keep your nipples, though. What do you think? Should you keep your nipples after being nullified?” He asked.

“Well, y-yes, i want to keep my nipples.”

“Good, I’m glad you decided that then. We’ll have your package removed then, but your nipples will remain!” Tom exclaimed as he clapped his hands.

It’s only then that i noted that i just agreed to be nullified! “B-but Sir, i want to keep my nipples and my cock,” i stammered.

“That’s the problem with you, Malecheii. You can’t make up your mind. One minute all you want is to be chemically castrated, the next you want your balls and sack removed and then you agree to have it all taken away. Now what do you want, your mommy?!” He said with disgust and left the room.

Kneeling on the floor, i was stunned. Anger bubbled-up within me. This is not right. All i wanted was to get better control of myself. Androcur gave me that peace and helped me confine my playtime to play hours, instead of being consumed by it all day long. I went from three or more jack-off sessions a day down to one session where i no longer even came anymore. Well, not in the usual way.

Tom wants me to be a total eunuch, not a “pretend” or temporary one. Barry did too, but i couldn’t do it then. What happened?- i lost him. Now i will lose Tom. I’ve come so far on this journey, but the end point has shifted again. Every time i think that it’s done, the road continues ever on…

Tears welled up in my eyes as grief wracked my body. As i knelt sobbing, i felt the recent gift from Tom shifting in my hole. My hands, lying on my legs and knees trembled, i felt their smoothness. As i cried, my hands slowly moved to my spandex-encased crotch and lingered… i felt the now small and flaccid package that was once the center of my being, through the stretchy fabric.

What if it was gone? What if i surrendered my manhood completely? How would I feel then? What if my crotch were as smooth as my legs and pelvis? What would the “shower queens” think of me at the Y as i showered after my daily laps? What does it mean to really submit? Was Barry right? Is Tom?

Slowly, i gathered myself to my feet and forced myself up the stairs. My gait was somewhat wobbly from kneeling for so long and perhaps from the giant plug impaling me. The bedroom door was closed, i noted as i stopped in the bathroom.

Knowing what i needed to do, i stripped off my shorts and tank top. My thong soon joined the small pile. As i gazed at my pathetic package, I looked for the tube of Icy Hot cream that was left on the counter. After liberally applying it to both my cock and balls, i crawled to the closed door and after falling into my present position, knocked on it.

“Sir, Tom Sir. P-please open the door. You are right, as always, i now know where my path will lead and submit to it.” As i spoke these words, a searing pain crept over my cock and balls, a set that i had resolved to dispense with, forever.

I knelt there, whimpering like a puppy for some time before at last the door opened. Tom stood over me, naked as the day he was born. However, unlike then, his nakedness was even more pronounced by his missing balls and sack. Only a 0 gauge PA adorned his remarkable body.

“Why the whimpering, boy?” he asked.

“Tw-two things, Sir. F-first from my p-pain at upsetting you, once again; and second, from the p-pain of my treatments which i will now place on both my balls and my cock each night until they are gone,” i managed to say.

“Are you sure of this Malecheii? Is this what you REALLY want?” he asked in a stern voice.

“Y-yes, Sir. I now know where my true path leads. Th-thank you for revealing it to me. You have changed my life and i will always be grateful, Sir.”   

“I am pleased that you have decided to continue and expand your treatments. I knew that you would. Your path still has a way to go, but in time, you will be ready for your ultimate destination.” Tom embraced me once again, after raising me to my feet.

“Go put your clothes back on; we don’t want to be late for the party.”

“C-can i clean my salve off, Sir?”

“Malecheii, I think you already know the answer to that. Now go get dressed and meet me downstairs. Don’t forget to touch-up your mascara and put a little color on your lips and nips. Now go!” he ordered.