For Real - Part I

RE: Are You for Real?

I enjoyed reading your ‘fantasy’ little worm. If you are truly prepared to offer yourself to me, you may proceed with the following instructions. If you are not, then delete this message and never contact me again.

1. Refrain from any sex or masturbation starting immediately, your next and possibly last orgasm will be in my presence.

2. Make preparations to be in Tampa Florida on Friday, exactly two weeks from tomorrow. Make necessary arrangements to be out of touch with work, friends, and family for three days.

3. When you arrive in Tampa, purchase a pre-paid cell phone. Email me the number by 5:00 pm on Friday.

4. Be in the Ybor City area by 10:00 pm. Do not bring any cash, credit cards, jewelry, or identification with you.

5. I will contact you with further instructions no later than midnight.

Be advised, you are fast approaching the point of no return. You are offering your sexual organs to me for my amusement. They may be modified or removed at my discretion. You will be given appropriate medical attention, however, you will not receive any pain medication during or after the procedure.

I am for real- Lets see about you, little worm.

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Two weeks later, He was on a street corner in an alley off 7th Avenue in Tampa’s shady Ybor City. It was dark and raining, and he was standing in an empty doorway of an abandoned building staring at his new cheap disposable phone. He jumped when the phone rang at only five minuets after ten. “Hello,” He said.

“Walk to 4th Avenue and 16th Street,” a woman’s voice said. “There is an empty building there. The back door is unlocked. Be careful you are not seen entering the building. Inside you will find a paper shopping bag. In the bag is a pair of handcuffs and a black hood. Undress completely. Place all your personal items in the bag. Place the hood over your head and handcuff your wrists behind your back. Stand and wait. We will be there to get you before morning. In case you were wondering, little worm, this is the point of no return.” The line disconnected.

His heart was beating wildly. This was it. Right now no one knew who he was. He could walk a few miles back to his hotel and be on a plane home in the morning. Or he could fulfill his fantasy. This was a dangerous game. He had started by only wanting someone to chat with online about his interests in castration. Then he thought, maybe there was a way he could meet her just to talk. But now he could only imagine how it would feel to be helpless, naked, blindfolded, waiting in a deserted building for some sadistic bitch who gets off by mutilating men’s cocks and balls. Just that image set his feet running. Running not toward the hotel, but back down the alley, trying to figure out which way it was to the building he was supposed to find. A few blocks away he found it.

It was dark, very dark. It was the only building on the intersection. The area was fairly deserted. While 7th Avenue was full of clubs and restaurants, a block or two over in either direction quickly turned into run down housing and industrial areas. What could it hurt to sneak into the building and look around? After all, she had said they would be there before morning. That probably meant he had a few hours to check it out. Maybe he would take her stuff and keep it as a souvenir. Or maybe he would hide somewhere around the corner so he could actually see what she looked like. Either way, he rationalized it enough to sneak around the side of the building.

The back door was unlocked as promised. The building was one large room with steel poles rising from the concrete floor to the ceiling for support. Beside one of the poles was a plain brown bag. Walking over to the bag he saw the hood and handcuffs inside. He also noticed there were no keys for the handcuffs. His cock was throbbing in his jeans. He had done as instructed and not let himself cum in two weeks. It was undoubtedly the longest he had ever been without release- probably since puberty. His mind was racing now, what a thrill it would be to be naked now. He loved the feeling of being naked in a strange place, and the thought of the risks here added to it. Before he knew it he had convinced himself to strip down and try on the hood. Quickly, he thought, and then he could run back to the hotel, or even find someone to give him a blowjob.

He stood there for a few minutes, or so he thought, naked and hooded. It was very difficult to tell time in that position. He had his back to a pole and was holding his arms behind the pole. This is how she should have told him to secure himself, he thought, otherwise what would stop him from fumbling his way out into the street if he panicked. He wondered if she was planning on taking him somewhere or doing things to him here.

How exciting it would be, he thought, to feel the cuffs around his wrists. He could put them there- but not close them, right? That would give him the exact feeling of what it would be like to be helplessly waiting. Handcuffs are so secure. Not like rope you might be able to wiggle out of. Lifting the hood, he got the handcuffs out of the bag. He also went ahead and put his clothes into the bag and pushed it away from him. This is what it would be really like, he moaned.

Feeling the open cuffs around his wrists, behind the pole, he continued to play his dangerous game. He wondered how much pressure he could apply before one side clicked around his wrist. It did not take much to find out, the single click of the handcuff seemed to echo through the building. Just the sound of it practically made him cum. He had never seen his cock so stiff. The cuff had ratcheted closed on his left wrist, but he did not panic. It felt loose enough he was pretty sure he could free himself from it. So sure in fact that he clicked the right cuff closed a single click.

His body surged with the thought of where he was. He had deliberately put himself in this position, had he not? He was in a strange city, in an abandoned warehouse, naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to a post. If that were not bad enough, the only person on earth who knew he was here was a woman he found on the Internet who has a desire and talent for mutilating men’s genitals. His breath was fast and hot inside the hood, but he somewhat felt calmer now. He was taking a huge chance. The cuffs were loose, but not that loose. It would probably take him a few minutes to squeeze out of them. If she showed up now, she could easily walk behind him and squeeze the handcuffs securely tight. If that happened, he was sure his next several days would be in this warehouse with an anonymous woman filleting his cock and balls. Just as she had warned him, there would be no turning back.

He wanted to free one of his hands to give himself a quick orgasm before he snuck out. His cock was throbbing for attention. But instead, he pulled his hands close together and squeezed both cuffs extremely tight around his wrists. He was trapped. He instantly knew that his life had just changed forever. With a squeeze of his hand he had just signed a consent form for a man-hating bitch to butcher his manhood. To play games with him for as long as she felt like it and ultimately do whatever she wanted to him. His interests had always been in castration, his fantasy had been to be castrated by a gorgeous and dominant woman. He could always take testosterone and still function as a man, right? But who knew how few and far between women who shared his interests were. Cindy had in fact been the first to ever pan out in years of searching. And she had not been exactly right, of course. She may indeed castrate him, or she may just take his penis, leaving him forever horny and frustrated until he found another woman willing to finish the job. No, Cindy had made it perfectly clear that he would be different when she was done with him, but how he was different would be her decision after he had offered himself to her. The other thing that she had made clear is that he would suffer. She had promised him that he would beg her to cut off everything that made him a man before she was done. And now he was at her mercy.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

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