What was he thinking?

I’m sure he had a real life, but he never revealed much of it to me. Other than telling me he was married, he kept his private life pretty discrete, although I think he had a kid because he made a comment once about having to go to some high school function. He also revealed to me that he had to travel on occasion, so I figured he worked in some kind of business, but that too he kept hidden. He was careful in some ways, but not in others. For one thing, he would show himself on his cam without giving it that much thought. I was more cautious than him, and I never let him see me. Sure, he knew my voice, but most of the time I typed my commands to him, and it was only on rare occasions that I opted to speak to him. He had no idea what I looked like or where I was from.

As a man goes, he was a typical forty year old who had a body that was in decent enough shape, but he was nothing special. Like a lot of men his age he had a little belly and he needed to lose a few pounds but I didn’t care, and his cock was big, a full eight inches when he had it hard, and his sack of nuts was as big as any set of balls I’ve seen on a man. He had blue eyes, and a full head of reddish hair, and I liked looking at him. It took me a while to figure out what turned him on, and how to push him. But over time I could get him to do just about anything. Patience was the key. It took me more than two months before I got him to shave his pubes. The secret for him was a deck of cards, as he liked to bet and he got hard doing so. I gave the cards little values, and then on occasion we would play a little online game of cards, just a simple cut-the-deck game, but I used it to determine how many times he had to smack his own ass with a belt or if he was going to get to cum or not.

He was always into it, cutting a King and then using his belt to whip his own ass thirteen times. Sometimes it was a red card for a pleasure trip, and a black card for a CBT session, and more than once I had him tying up his balls and stretching them out in some self-imposed CBT session. He would do what I “made” him do, and when I was directing him he was rock hard and jutting. A simple statement from me, such as “OK…next time, I want you to make a paddle. You got that?” would clearly excite him, and his blue eyes would sparkle and his dick would go hard. And the next time he signed on he would have it, a brand new paddle just like I told him to make, all sanded smooth and varnished like a piece of furniture. And so the game would go, and I’d “force” him to spank himself until he had turned his own ass the color of a bright red tomato.

I liked using the deck of cards, and we played a lot of games with them. Somehow I got him to agree that an Ace of Spades would cost him his pubes if it ever came up. Of course, at some point it did, and when that happened his face turned white but I held him to the promise and he followed through and shaved his groin. He was worried about what his wife would say, but I told him a bet is a bet, and he could figure something out. At first he refused, but I told him if he didn’t live up to his promise and pay up with his sex hair then I was going to discontinue the online relationship. For some reason the fool was too addicted to our games by then, and so in a way he needed me I guess and his sexual need overruled his rational thinking. And so he shaved his groin smooth as I watched, even working the razor between his legs and around his own hole. I loved watching his expression as he shaved off his pubes and begged me not to “make” him do it. Still, his cock jutted up like an eager teenager the entire time he worked the razor. Afterwards I had him jerk his bald cock like a jackhammer until he grunted out a huge load, and from then on it was easy to keep him smooth.

He was a good cam slave, and I had fun with him, but before it all got too boring I decided to bring some reality into his fantasy and I started to mail him things to make it all more interesting. The first package I mailed him was some pink girl’s panties, along with a big fat vibrator made to stuff a man’s ass and pulsate his prostate. He didn’t want to give me his real address, so I had him open a post office box just so I could send him things. When I mailed him things I always put a seal on the inner box, with clear instructions to open it online, so I was “there” in a way when he pulled out his presents. Yeah, he was so damn excited to get his new toys from his online master that when I saw him on cam that first time I sent him something he was jutting in his pants long before I had him pull them down.

He was like a little boy on Christmas morning when he opened that first box, and I had my fun too, watching him on his cam as he wrapped up his pole in those pink panties and worked his cock like a teenage boy in heat. Yeah, he never questioned me, and he just did my bidding, shoving that pulsating rod deep in his ass until he screamed. It vibrated and pulsated inside of him, and as he gasped and begged soon his wad was pumping out of his fat cock like a fountain until he had soaked those panties with his cream.

I sent him a lot of little toys over the months that followed, including special little tit-clamps for his nipples, and some Icy Hot sports cream to lube up his pole when he was a “bad” boy. He would do whatever I said, although at times he would beg me not to “make” him do something. Still, like a good little boy he would do anything I insisted on and for a while I really enjoyed playing with him and making him perform.

I think it was in June that he revealed to me he had sucked off the teenage paperboy and needed to be punished. I was so stunned by his confession and it angered me so much I decided right then to nut him. He begged me to spank him, and I played along and “made” him whip his ass with his belt and jerk his cock with the Icy Hot sports cream for lube, but even as he was doing it I knew it wasn’t enough. Clearly, his fantasy world had crossed the line, and his unfaithfulness to his wife was moving in a dangerous direction. It was one thing to play online games with me, but quite another to be chasing the neighborhood teenagers and sucking their cocks. I don’t know, as I might have gone to the police if I had known more about him, or at least perhaps told his wife. But I had no way to contact anyone, and in fact I had no real knowledge of who he was or exactly where he lived. Even the PO Box I had for him was probably in an adjacent town from where he lived. Still, he needed to be stopped. The way I looked at it I figured he would do other things if something didn’t stop him, and so with those thoughts I hatched a plan to steal his balls. I figured without his balls he would be better off, and if nothing else he’d almost certainly leave the neighborhood boys alone.

The trick of course was to figure out a way to do it. I had this thought that he was so obedient that perhaps I could get him to castrate himself, but he wasn’t stupid and he clearly knew where to draw the line between his real life and his fantasy world with me. I had managed to take his pubes with the cards, but I knew right from the beginning that taking his nuts was going to be a lot more difficult and no matter what I did he would never cut them off willingly. But I hatched a plan, and then took my time and carried it out. All the while I continued to play with him, and he never suspected my motives or goals. I worked on him slowly, building up the trust that I knew I would need if I was going to take his balls.

The process started when I sent him a long-shank padlock, and ‘made’ him lock up his package. Oh that excited him! Of course, to get him to do it I had to send him a key with it. Online I had him put the lock on so that it came up under his nuts and closed above his cock. It wasn’t easy for him but the lock I had purchased was just barely big enough and I finally talked him into it. I then told him to put the key in a glass of water, and toss in some toothpicks on top of it. I then had him show me the glass, and told him if the toothpicks were not in EXACTLY the same position the following night, then I would know he had gone for the key.

He asked all about how I would punish him if he touched the key, and I knew he might do so just to get me to. Instead, I told him flat out that if he went for it then it wouldn’t need to bother signing in again, because we were through playing and I’d never chat with him again. I knew that was a threat he was unwilling to test, and so he left that key in that glass, no doubt staring at it as he tugged on the lock around his balls and cock. The next day he was still all locked up and I let him out of it, but after that the precedent had been set and I knew that my plan would work if I took my time. Every few days he would do something online, such as question something I was telling him to do, and if he did I’d immediately say: “Get your lock!” Oh he would pretend to hate it, but each time he would put it on, locking the big thing around his sex organ. Usually I only kept him locked up for 24 hours, until the next session. Of course, wearing a padlock he couldn’t very well go to the wife for sex, and I’m sure he had to be careful at work as well since it definitely created a bulge in his pants. But, he wore it, like a good little slave, although I didn’t make him wear it very often.

The problem with the padlock was it was still possible for him to have an erection, and it didn’t stop him from jacking off although when his dick would swell it would really make things tight, so it did force him to try and not get hard. But as a chastity device went it wasn’t perfect, so the next thing I sent him was a CB-3000, a professionally made male chastity device I purchased with serious cash at a local sex shop. He was so hard that I almost couldn’t get him in the thing, but after I had him jack his cock three times in a row he wilted enough that he got the thing on. Like the padlock, I never made him wear it for too many days, but the CB-3000 was better than the padlock and it was easier to monitor his compliance. Of course he had the key, but I normally made him just use the plastic zip-locks that came with the thing. They were just one-time use plastic ties, each with a printed number on them, and he would have to cut them to remove the lock. If he did that of course then I would know he cheated. For some reason, he never did.

I took my time, and had a couple of good months of fun locking up his cock and balls from time to time. The fool even got so into our online relationship that he would ask me for permission to fuck his wife. Yeah…hard to believe but it’s all true. Sometimes I’d make him go for several days before I’d let him shoot his wad, but I never made him wait for more than a week. I guess looking back on it all I usually let him jack off for me, partly cause I wanted his sessions with me to be enjoyable for him so he would keep doing them, and partly because I liked watching his cream shooting out of his big dick. I also figured if I kept his nuts drained he would be more inclined to leave the teenage boys alone.

Sometimes I would make him jerk his cock right up to the point of cumming, and then tell him to go upstairs, wake up the wife, and fuck her. If he said “She’s asleep…I can’t do that!” then I’d say “Get the CB-3000 and put it on. You aren’t gong to cum for three days!” Of course, if I didn’t let him cum then I would have to make him pack his cock in ice to get it to shrink to the point he could get into the chastity device. Oh he hated that!

One night he revealed to me that his birthday was coming up and his wife was going to be gone visiting her relatives. He would be alone in the house, and when he told me that I knew it was the right opportunity. For one thing, it just so happened I had completed my testing, and was ready to pull off my plan and so his birthday timing was perfect. That just seemed hilarious to me, and I grinned with the thought of nutting him for a birthday present.

In the proceeding months I had spent a considerable effort designing the device that would be his undoing. I have always liked building things, and I’m a machinist by trade and working with metal is something I’m good at. Even so, it took all those many months to build and test the device I used to castrate him, but in the end I knew I had it right and the device I made would do the job. It looked like a normal padlock, but instead of a steel shank it used a cable. You could adjust the length of the cable, because it was wound around a take-up spool inside the lock, which ratcheted under spring tension. In some ways it looked innocent enough, and from all appearances it didn’t look all that different than the other padlock I had sent to him. The cable was thinner that the steel shank of the regular lock, but other than that it worked the same way. The one difference though was that this lock was made to go only around his balls. When I mailed it to him and he opened it he had no inkling that it was anything more than what it appeared to be.

I mailed it to him so that it arrived exactly one week prior to his forty-first birthday. Like every toy I had sent to him previously, I had him put it on the very night it arrived. I told him this one was made just for his big sack of balls, and then I had him pull the cable out and loop it over his nuts. He had to insert the key to release the lock and “open” the cable, but when he removed the key the ratchet mechanism released the secondary spring and tightened the cable snug around his nuts. God that made him go hard! He stared at it and his cock jutted and I don’t think I had ever seen him as turned on as he was then.

Along with the lock I had sent him a CDROM movie which he was to watch immediately. The other package was all wrapped in birthday paper, and the tag just said “Big Surprise Inside”. Of course, he was required to save that box until his birthday. I had a wax seal on the surprise box just to make sure. So, after I had him in the lock, I had him load the video and he watched it while I watched him. It was a clip of a nineteen year old blond headed teenage boy, sitting on a toilet and jerking off his cock. As jack off videos go it was an outstanding one, crystal clear and with great sound quality. The kid in the clip was sexy as hell, and he would stare right into the camera and talk about how good his cock felt as he stroked it up and down. Finally, after a good ten minutes or so, the boy arches his back and thrust his groin at the camera and then he gasps and spurts out a huge load of cream, jetting it across his flat stomach and up across his smooth chest in lines of white. The first wad hits his chin, and he grunts out his load and gasps loudly as he ejaculates, and his hole winks at the camera as his muscles contract with his orgasm. It was an intense video, and Mike grew rock hard watching it, and as it turned out he ejaculated simultaneously with the teenager as the boy’s cock spurted.

With his new cable lock still encircling his balls, I had him put the key to it in a glass of water, and toss in a handful of toothpicks so he would know that I could tell if he went for the key just as I had done in the past. The truth is I would have been able to tell if he used the key in other ways, but I wanted him to leave it alone and not be tempted to take the lock off before I was ready. I then informed him that he would have to wear the cable lock for a full week, and under no circumstances could he take it off before his birthday cam session. He could still jack off, and do just about anything with it on, except of course he wasn’t able to fuck his wife without having to explain why he was wearing it. But other than that, it was a lot less restrictive than his CB-3000, and in some ways it was much easier to wear, and so he was not so resistive to the idea and I knew he would keep it on. All of the months of conditioning him to follow my instructions had paid off.

He didn’t like it though, and complained about the way the weight of it pulled down on his scrotum. I laughed at that, and told him flat out that was “too bad” and “part of his punishment” but I insisted that the lock stay on. I suggested he wear some supporting underwear or a jock strap if he needed. I did promise though as part of his birthday present I’d let him take it off, but not before his birthday and our scheduled cam session.

Then I said this to him: “Mike, on your birthday I’m going to have a lot of fun. In fact, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, and you’ll probably shoot the biggest wad of your life. I’m going to work very hard to make it a very special experience for you and in that little box I sent to you is a very special surprise. I can’t wait to see your face when you open it.”

Oh he was looking forward to his birthday then!

I also told him that on his birthday I wanted him sitting on the toilet just like the kid he had just watched jack off, and he complained that he did not have a computer in the bathroom and everything was on his desk in his home office. But I was insistent, and I told him to “make it happen.” I ordered him to set up his computer on a chair in front of the commode if he had to, but I wanted him on the toilet just like the kid in the vid he had just watched. By that time he was so used to following my instructions, he finally just said “OK”. I also told him when on his birthday to sign on and I warned him to make damn sure he was ready to play another video while he was on the toilet chatting with me. He finally just said he would do it, and after that it was a done deal. I figured that after all this time he was so used to doing what he was told that he just went along with it.

In the nights that followed before his birthday each time I got him on cam I had him show me the lock, still obediently sitting there at the top of his scrotum, the thin little cable wrapped around the top of his bag of nuts and making them bulge in his sac. Oh he had big nuts! Four days prior to his birthday I stopped letting him jack off, because I wanted him so horny his mind would be clouded with the need for sex and I didn’t want him thinking too hard about what I would be asking him to do. I just wanted an obedient sex slave, and having him horny would help make sure he had the right mindset.

But I worked him up to a frenzy each night, and had him smack his balls with a wooden spoon and paddle his bottom with a nightly pre-birthday spanking. Oh he was so into it!

Meanwhile, I kept putting the pressure on him to set up his bathroom for his “special birthday session” with me, and while he wanted to know what I was going to do I of course told him nothing. God I had him excited! In the meantime, each night I made him jerk his cock but I didn’t let him cum, and by the last night his pole was dripping with precum and the lust in his eyes was intense and visible. He begged me to let him shoot, but I said “NO….not yet Mike. Tomorrow is your birthday, and I’ll let you shoot then like you’ll never do it again!” He was so fucking horny!

And, so was I. On his birthday, I was so hot and horny that I almost creamed my pants when he came online. There he was, just as I had told him to be, sitting there on the pot completely naked like an eager slave boy. He was staring into the cam. I figured he had set up his laptop on a chair, because the angle was low and the cam was even with his package, so I had a good view of his big balls and the lock, the thin cable still cinched up nice and tight around the top of his bag. He moved the cam around and showed me a portable DVD player, sitting on the sink beside the toilet. He was all ready….ready for his birthday session!

He was like an obedient little puppy dog, sitting in his bathroom staring at the cam while I stared at him, and his cock was already half-stiff with his eager anticipation.

I had him get the key to the lock, and put the key next to the DVD player so he could reach it when I was ready. Then I had him open the last box, and inside was another DVD video disk, along with a penis shaped dildo, complete with an internal vibrator and a set of rubber balls that held the batteries. The plastic dick was bigger and thicker than any man’s cock, and with the ball’s at the bottom it was quite the toy. Oh his dick got hard then! I had him stuff the plastic cock in his ass, and that took some lube and quite a bit of coxing before he had the thing buried to its balls. Once it was inside of him, I had him then turn on the switch. His eyes went wide open in surprise when he felt that thing come to life, and after it was buzzing up inside of him then I told him to put the DVD disk into the player and hit the PLAY button.

When the movie started it was the same nineteen year old boy that he had watched the week earlier, this time fucking a same-aged girl, his big cock sliding in and out of her teenage pussy. The young man’s cock was rock hard, and the picture was behind him, shot between his legs so there was a good view of the boy’s balls, swinging as he fucked her with his eager teenage cock. Mike was staring, watching and listening, and I made him grab his own cock then, and stroke his pole as he watched the teenage porn star fucking the dripping teenage girl’s pussy on the screen.

Soon Mike was gasping, grunting with the feelings that were surging inside of him and his big nuts drew up tight and I could see my little steel cable from the lock sitting there like a ring at the top of his sac. Mike was really into it, and he was jacking his cock like a jackhammer. The boy in the movie finally ejaculated, and his sperm seemed to just start flooding out of her pussy, and then he pulled his cock out of her snatch and pumped out the rest of his cream with his fist so that he shot most of his load for the camera and onto the top of her ass. The teenage boy and girl were both screaming in the video as he was doing this, and then the scene just faded away.

Without any hesitation it jumped to the boy again, sitting on a toilet like the video from the week before, jerking his rock hard cock like a jackhammer. But this time the boy’s hole was stuffed with a vibrating cock just like the one in Mike’s hole, and you could see the two rubber balls and hear the buzzing as it throbbed inside of him. It was clearly too much for the teenage boy, and he tossed his head back and started cumming right away, shooting another big load of white spunk out of his teenage pole like a cannon. The very instant his wad finished the movie changed views again so that the appearance was the boy was just ejaculating again and again and again, the views changing with each wad so that the boy was squirting out multiple loads of jism while you watched it happening from many different angles. It was just a compilation of cum shots, all of the same boy and each time riding that rubber cock, all made at different times but all put together one after the other.

As Mike pumped his pole and watched the boy on the clip continuously shooting out his wad while he and the boy were both being fucked by the rubber cocks in their holes, it was all too much for him and he too ejaculated. As I had promised him a week before, it was the biggest load I had ever seen him shoot, and in fact I’ve never seen more jism come from a set of balls as long as I’ve lived. He came like a fountain, and must have pumped out at least a dozen shots from his rigid dick. God he had a big load! It was a hell of a wad by any measure, and by the time he was finally spent he was covered with goo. Finally, exhausted, he just lay back and looked up at the ceiling, the look of total contentment on his face as he enjoyed the post orgasmic bliss. The vibrator was still inside of him, still pulsating, and he was breathing hard and was clearly enjoying it.

It was time, and my heart started to pound then. Slowly, and very carefully I said in as matter-of-fact a voice as I could muster: “Nice wad birthday boy! You deserve a reward. Why don’t you clean yourself up and we can get that lock off your nads.”

He grinned, and said “OH GOD. OH GOD THAT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD!”

Then, he wiped up his mess with some toilet paper and without me telling him to, he dropped the jism-soaked tissues into the commode. He started to remove the toy in his hole, but I said “Leave it there….until your cock goes down on its own. When your cock gets soft, then you can take it out. Otherwise, I might make you jerk it again.”

He grinned, and looked to the screen as the boy gasped and grunted out yet another load. Mike was exhausted, but his cock was still erect, the buzzer working its magic right against his prostate and keeping his spent cock up and eager.

Then I said: “OK….put the key in the lock and when I tell you to I want you to take it off. But, don’t turn the key until I tell you to.”

He grinned, and picked up the key, and like an obedient little slave, he put in the key and looked at the cam, holding it, waiting for my “OK” to turn the key and take off the lock he had worn for a week.

I hesitated. Then, carefully I said: “I want you to first flush that toilet slave boy, and get rid of your mess. Then you can free your balls.”

He grinned, and said “Yes Sir” and then he did as instructed. As he pushed the plunger on the commode, I said “OK…now you can take off that stupid lock…you don’t need it anymore.”

The boy on the DVD was still pumping his pole, squirting out another wad and gyrating his hips into his fist. Mike was staring at him, his own cock still up and eager in spite of his recent ejaculation, the spent tip of it glistening in the light. He glanced at me, and then he grinned again in that wide shit-eating-grin he always did when he was being a naughty man. As he grinned, he also turned the key.

In that single instant, the key released the ratchet cam inside of the lock, and the high tensile carbon steel spring I had hidden within it was suddenly freed to release all of its energy. The result was that the take up spool within the lock began to spin under tremendous force, and the thin cable that was looped around his nuts was drawn instantly around the take up spool, the loop of cable being drawn inside of the lock so fast it could not be seen on the cam. There was nothing really to stop it. The thin cable cut right through the top of the man’s big scrotum like a hot knife goes through butter, the soft tissue of his nuts no match for the power of the steel spring that was released when he turned the key. In less than a quarter of a second he was castrated, his nuts severed by the cable in that instant, the man’s big bullocks dropping into the swirling water beneath his legs and disappearing down the drain along with the wad of sperm-soaked tissues from what would now turn out to be his last real ejaculation.

He screamed, and looked down between his legs as his nuts disappeared like a load of shit, and his entire body shuddered and his eyes went wide open in disbelief. He gasped and screamed again, and then looked up at the screen and I burst out laughing.

“NOOOOOOO!” he screamed again, and then he yelled “WHAT THE FUCK? YOU CASTRATED ME! OH GOD….YOU DID! OH FUCK! OH FUCKKK! YOU CASTRATED ME!!!!”

I laughed again, and then I answered him: “No I didn’t…..you nutted yourself boner boy. You nutted yourself and did your wife a favor. Look at you! You’ve still got balls; they are just attached to the rubber cock in your ass! You deserve to be a eunuch you unfaithful bastard!”

He gasped, and reached between his legs and grabbed the plastic balls attached to the rubber dick in his hole and jerked it out then, tossing it across the room with the look of pure anger on his face. He tried to stand up then, off the toilet, his hand reaching for a towel to cover his groin and to contain the blood. I noticed he was not bleeding all that profusely, which I think surprised me but perhaps the way the cable had been drawn through his balls it must have crushed closed some of the blood vessels rather than just cutting them like a knife. For whatever reason, it was clearly not a life threatening injury, although his days of being a man were definitely over. There was simply nothing between his legs where his balls had been, nothing at all. I’ll never forget his empty groin, all shaved smooth and now missing his entire scrotum. I’ll also never forget the way his cock wilted almost instantly when he pulled out that rubber cock, almost as if being fucked like a woman had fueled it’s rigidity. I don’t know. Perhaps it had.

As I watched his legs failed him, and he sat back down on the commode, his face as white as a sheet. The expression was something I’ll treasure for as long as I live, and without any doubt the look on his face was one to commit to memory, the realization that he had been nutted painted across his face in an expression of utter shock and disbelief. It was clearly far more than I think he was prepared to handle. His look was somewhere between defeat and disbelief, and the confidence of the man I had come to know was totally gone, disappearing in the same instant that his nuts were taken. Of course it was crystal clear to him that he had just flushed his own balls down the drain, so there wasn’t going to be any emergency surgery or miracle repair, and he knew it and I knew it and there was nothing at all he could do about it either.

I laughed again. At the same instant, the scene on the video that was still playing changed again, and then the boy on the video was there, filling the screen and fucking again, his nineteen year old rock hard cock going in and out of another hot girl’s pussy. The girl was a big-titted blond this time, and was tossing her head back and moaning with delight. The boy was grinning, and then as he was fucking her he looked right into the camera and said in the loud and confident voice of a male just out of puberty: “Oh yeah….that feels soooo fucking good. I love feeling my balls swing as I fuck a tight pussy. Don’t you?”

The anger within the man I had nutted exploded then, and the bragging kid with the swinging balls on the video ended up the target for his rage. Mike clinched his hands into fists, and then punched the video screen of the DVD so hard he broke the screen and knocked the player all the way across the bathroom, and from the way the room went quiet it was clear he had ruined it. I laughed again, louder this time, and then the man I had known as Mike turned his full attention to me, looking right into the cam, the realization of his stupidity I think hitting him full force as the emptiness between his legs took a hold of him. For a second I thought he was going to punch his computer too, but he did not. But what was crystal clear to both of us, was that unlike the boy in the video, his days of feeling his balls swing as he fucked some woman were clearly over.

I laughed one more time, and I stared at his angry face as he stared at his computer. Then he yelled: “Show yourself! You hear me? Turn on your cam and show me your fucking face, NOW!”

But that wasn’t in my plan, and now that he had no balls he held no interest for me. I clicked the mouse and closed the messaging window, the screen going blank as I did and after that he was gone.

I signed out, and then deleted him from my list of contacts and left the quiet little internet café I had been using since I met him, instantly becoming just another faceless entity in the oblivion called cyberspace.

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