After sucking on Tom’s limp penis for perhaps 20 minutes, staring at his smooth pelvis and missing sack, I felt a jerk on my collar. “That’s enough, boy. I have some errands to run and you need to be punished, as we agreed.”

“Yes sir, please forgive me. It has been some time since i served another man,” i replied.

“No Malecheii. I am not really a man any longer. I am a eunuch; and to call yourself another man may not be accurate either. You are a eunuch sub in training- and you will learn. I will help you,” Tom said as he guided me through the kitchen area of his loft and into a spacious living area beyond. The ceiling soared in that area to twice the height of the already impressive dining area/kitchen.  An open metal stairway began against the far left wall and doubled-back to a railed loft that over-looked the room. The room was very modern, sparsely but tastefully furnished.

Tom guided me to the area under the steps which created an alcove with a heavy metal shelving unit against the inner wall on the left and the metal, grid-like steps revealed to the right. A large mirror against its back wall reflected my puzzled gaze. The only other furnishing was a metal three-legged stool that Tom ordered me to stand on. I quickly complied, not wishing to increase my punishments any more than necessary.

Tom brought forth a metal pipe from the side of the shelving unit and placed it at his chest level using a shelf and a stair as its anchors. He then opened a black-enameled wooden box from a lower shelf and revealed a pair of handcuffs. “Turn around and face the back wall,” he ordered. Being careful not to upset the stool, i slowly did as directed and, after pinning my arms behind me soon felt the cool metal of the cuffs against my back.

I heard what sounded like a metal chain being pulled from the box and soon had my guess confirmed when Tom clipped the chain first on the links between the cuffs and then, raising my arms into an uncomfortable position higher on my back, he snapped the other end onto a ring on the back of my leather collar. “That should keep your hands out of trouble for a while,” he said before rummaging in the box for something else.

I soon felt a cool salve being spread on my balls, numbing them somewhat. “This is a new part of your treatment that I want you to add to your “exercise routine” each night. You will not enjoy it, for the icy feeling you are experiencing now will soon be replaced by a burning sensation. It’s a sports salve called “Icy – Hot.” It is necessary for you to start associating your balls with pain, and not pleasure. It will make the ultimate stage of your journey something to look forward to.”

As Tom spoke these chilling words, i soon felt a burning sensation building in my sack. “Eeevery day, sir?”

“Yes Malecheii, every time you play with yourself or your toys. I will give you a couple of tubes, but you can get it just about any grocery or drug store. When you fire-up your web cam to chat with me each evening, you will apply it. That way I can help monitor your treatments. I know you don’t want to disappoint yourself… again!

“Nnno, sir, it sounds like a ga-good idea, although i will neh-need your help, i-i fear;” i stammered as the pain began to flood through my sack and tears began welling from my eyes.

“Good, now turn and face the shelf. OK, I will help support you as you lift your left leg over the pipe.” As i did so, i nearly lost my balance on the stool, but Tom caught me and soon i found myself straddling the pipe, with one foot on the stool and the other dangling well above the floor. Once i was properly balanced, Tom kicked the stool out from my right foot and all my weight was now transferred to that small place between my plugged asshole and my throbbing sack.

“You will need to be careful to maintain your balance, lest you fall,” Tom said as i felt him grasp my ankles and tie them together with another chain he pulled from the box. “I hope you like my little sawhorse. You earned it.” Tom exclaimed as he swatted me on my left ass cheek. “I need to run some errands, but should be back within an hour or two.”

“P-please sir, p-please don’t leave me h-here like this. The p-pain is too much. W-what if i f-fall? P-please, sir, pleeeease!” i whined as the pain near my ass soon over-came the pain of my burning balls.

“Shut up, boy. You will accept your well-deserved punishments and thank me, not challenge me.” Tom said in what I believe was disgust. “It looks like you need to learn to keep your mouth shut, or at least occupied,” he said as he pulled a large red rubber ball-gag from the box. He needed to use the stool to strap it on me, and was not at all gentle as he forced it into my now gaping mouth. Before stepping down, he gave a quick pump to each “snake-bite” kit that was still attached to my sore nipples.

Without another word, he left me. The sound of the heavy sliding door reminded me of a prison cell being closed. The finality of its CLICK still echoed in my mind. Although i had been on the pipe for only a few minutes, a panic welled-up from deep within me. What did i get myself into? How could i possibly manage over an hour of this? Somebody help, get me out of here! Of course, i could not speak, but only drool over the huge ball in my mouth.  

Alone, i gazed into my reflection in the large wall mirror. If i saw this picture on the internet or in a magazine, i would have been aroused… well, back when i could still manage an erection. Now, i saw a smooth-muscled, hairless man, sitting astride a metal pipe, a large red ball-gag, black leather collar, two black pods on his distended nipples and some silver chains his only adornment. His cock was flaccid and mostly drawn-up inside him, his balls, not very large, glistened with an ointment that emphasized their smoothness. His body trembled and legs periodically jerked erratically. Clearly, he was in great pain. Tears spilled onto his cheeks, leaving a small trail of black - perhaps from mascara that he had applied to his thick lashes.

As my mind wandered, i realized that i was thinking of myself in the third person. It’s as-if this was happening to somebody else, and not me. I tried many things to refocus my thoughts, counting numbers, running song lyrics through my mind, replaying the events that led me to this moment, again and again. However, the growing pain in-between my legs seemed to crowd out all rationale thought, until i simply succumbed to it and let it wash over me like a wave in the ocean… and i was drowning. The surface of the water seemed distant and darkness was clouding my vision…

Suddenly i recall two arms pulling me from the deep and calling my name: “Malecheii, Malecheii!” I felt a stinging blow against my cheek and completely startled, found myself on an area rug between the mirrored alcove and a white leather sofa. My legs experienced uncontrollable spasms, and my arms were still immobilized behind me. “You did well, boy, very well. I’m sorry I got caught in afternoon traffic, I meant to be here over an hour ago.” Tom exclaimed as he embraced my bound and gagged body. All I could do was tremble against his hulking body. How long had i been on the sawhorse? Did it really matter now?

After some time, Tom released me from my chains and removed the gag. He then pulled the large triple-ripple plug from my ass with a pop. It was covered in a mucus-like slime but at least was mostly clean otherwise. Tom helped me to my feet with one arm around my shoulders and with perhaps four fingers of his other hand up my ass he cradled my body. My legs had the strength of over-cooked spaghetti, so Tom had to mostly carry me up the steps, like a bowling-ball i thought, and into the loft above.

There was a short hallway with a door on the right that appeared to be a bathroom and another open door at the end of this balcony-like hall. I glanced down over the railing into the living area but felt too woozy and returned my gaze to the room ahead. Tom led me into a large bedroom, king-sized bed 2/3 of the way towards the far wall. Rather than laying me on the bed, however, he turned immediately to the right and guided me towards a series of chains and leather straps dangling from hooks in the corner past a dresser.

“It’s time for you to rest, Malecheii,” he said as he laid my head across the far strap and then maneuvered a wider strap under my back, forming a bizarre hammock of leather and chains. He took first my left leg and then my right and secured them in leather cuffs above the plain of my head. Next my arms were attached to cuffs dangling from another set of chains. I lay there immobilized, but not uncomfortable, swinging in the corner. I believe this is what they call a “sling” but had never been in one before.

“Your asshole looks so amazing. It looks like your workouts are progressing very well;” Tom said. He then started working my hole with both of his thumbs, working them in and out, then left to right. He kept applying more and more pressure until i felt my ass lips nearly torn and could not help allowing some gas to escape with a hiss. Although i was embarrassed, Tom only laughed and continued his ministrations. “Relax, baby. You like this don’t you?” he said.

I only nodded and moaned, feeling too weak to do much else. But at last i managed, “Yes sir, thank you. It feels wonderful.”

“Good boy. The center of a eunuch sub is no longer his crotch, it’s his ass. You have been training yours to serve your new role well. I am proud of you.” At this point, he had but one hand working in and out of my well-stretched hole and before i knew it, his entire fist slide into me, my lips content to grasp his wrist.

He allowed me to adjust to this new presence as he smiled, gazing down at me. “I like the way you work your hole, it’s undulations are giving me a lot of encouragement.” Suddenly, he bent down and engulfed my limp dick in his mouth. As he worked his hand further into me, he eventually engulfed my entire, albeit now greatly reduced, package... i later found out that he had wiped the salve from me after he took me down from his horse to prepare me for this next moment.

“Remember when we first “met” I promised that if you took your medication, I’d suck on your limp dick for an hour?” he asked.

“Now that you mention it: yes, sir.” i managed. “But i didn’t think you would remember.”

“I remember everything Malecheii, I don’t give my word lightly. Just lay back and relax, as well as you can,” he said with an evil smirk. True to his word, he must have chewed and worked me for at least an hour. Not once did my cock stiffen. The Androcur had seen to that. Nonetheless, a deep pleasure began to emanate from deep within my bowels and slowly spread outwards.

“One benefit to being a eunuch, boy, is that you don’t have to spoil a good time by climaxing too early. In fact, you will learn to enjoy never climaxing again, at least in the traditional way. Sex and intimacy is now mostly in your mind, and in your case, you’re beautiful ass!” Tom teased.

As usual, he was right. The old me would have cum long ago and then i would have been too tender to continue. Now all i wanted was for this warm feeling to go on forever. To be wanted, needed… loved?

After an indeterminate time, Tom pulled out his hand and released my package from his mouth. He then took what appeared to be the largest butt plug i had ever seen, and slowly eased it into my distended asshole. Despite my recent exercises, it was quite painful as the widest part spread my lips to their utmost, and then it slid in and seated fully.

“There, I hope you like your new present. I have only one that is larger, but you have a LOT of work to do before we attempt that one. All things cum to those who wait!” he exclaimed as he swatted my ass with a firm slap.

He left the room and i heard some water running down the hall. Then Tom returned with a plastic cup in one hand and a tiny white pill in the other. It’s time for your evening meds, boy. He placed what i later learned was a 50 mg tablet of Androcur on my mouth and bid me to swallow with the water he provided.

“Good boy, it’s very important that you never miss your treatments. You’ve come far to far on your journey to take a step backwards. You can take a nap, now. I’ll make us dinner and then we’ll go out to a special club I think you will enjoy.”

As Tom left the room, he turned out the light leaving only deep shadows to play over me from the industrial sized windows that dominated the back wall of his living area. I was once again alone, but was now content. Maybe i will make a fine eunuch sub after all,”  i thought as sleep quickly overtook me.