My Master: My Loss, His Gain

by Allen Baker

When we met over the internet in a gay leather chat room, I knew I had at last found my partner for life. He was everything I needed in a master. And he said I was everything he was looking for in a slave. As always, he was right. I just didn't know what total commitment to him would entail.

It only took him a few days to convince me to travel the three hours for a week end trial run. It was the most satisfying three days of my life. I had experienced many play slave sessions in the ten years since high school. But they had been play acting compared to this. Fun, but play acting. This was the real thing. Master was everything that called out to my soul. Everything that compelled me to willingly submit all. He was the first and only top to totally gain my trust, my allegiance, my loyalty. From the moment he ordered me to strip, I was lost to his will. I wanted nothing for myself, only to please. Only to obey. Only to serve and please.

I wasn't even dismayed when I first saw the contents of his leather jock. His thick but very short dick was beautiful to me. While most tops flaunt their endowments and use them for control and power, he used his personality instead. And that made him beautiful. Even his grape-sized balls rolled and slithered sinuously about my mouth. I loved being entrusted with his precious maleness. I loved providing him pleasure.

Unlike many of the tops in my experiences, he never punished my genitals, never caused them harm. But he did challenge them, stretch them, test them. My back and ass were another story entirely. His whip and flog were exercised there frequently and hard. My skin tingled and glowed and grew raw under his expert arm. I wept tears of joy to please him. My pain was freely granted to enhance his pleasure.

And at the end of the weekend, I sobbed to think of departing. I longed to avoid the inevitable separation. And then he did the unthinkable – he offered my a permanent place in his household. He warned that it would mean change for me. That I would be altered to meet his desires. That if I came to him again, it would mean no turning back, that I would be owned by him forever. I wanted to shout "yes" immediately, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and pushed me into my car. He named a date two months down the road and said that I was to end my current life as it was and show up then as his permanent toy, or never to contact him again. There was to be no additional communication between us before that date. Either return then, or not.

The next two months were a whirlwind of emotions and actions. I never even considered not accepting his offer. I wanted to throw my belongings into the car and drive right back. But I knew that would be defying his orders. That I could not do. As the days wore on, I realized how astute he really was. It did indeed take every moment of the two months to tie up all the loose ends. Quit a job. Terminate a rental lease. Dispose of my belongings and furniture. Pay off bills. Close out bank accounts. Plan to disappear. It was work and all necessary to effect a leaving that would not engender questions and investigation. But I willingly did it all, knowing that my true Master awaited.

Finally the day arrived. I had sold my car, so I hopped on the Greyhound Bus with only the clothes on my back and a duffle bag. On the ride there, I was excited and aroused as never before. I was leaving the old me behind. That person was gone, never to be seen again. And there was no new me. I was becoming a possession. I stared at the duffle bag and marveled at how little there really was of that old youth that had become distilled into a single duffle bag. And thinking about its content, I realized that my new master would probably think even that trivial and unworthy of being kept. Except my cash. Rather, his cash. That would become his as well. I emitted a huge sigh of contentment and acceptance. It was such a satisfying and stimulating emotion, that I was shocked to find that it had triggered an abrupt climax. The inner lining of my cutoff jeans squished with the result of that realization that there no longer existed a me.

As the cab pulled away from the curb, he answered the door and stepped back, unsurprised by my arrival. He had judged me well. He had known that I would be there. He ordered me to strip and put everything into the duffle bag. He put it into the front hall closet. That's the last I ever saw of it. He took me to the garage and placed a leather collar about my neck. I expected him to padlock it on. Instead, he placed a ring through the clasp and welded it shut. Nothing else he could have done would have more symbolized the permanence of our relationship.

For the next week I was bound, and beaten, and abused. For the next week I was the recipient of his sexual attention. I was trained to serve his desires. It was a glorious week indeed.

Then the following Saturday there was a knock at the door. He ordered me to open it. I was sure that he must have expected the visitor, as I was naked as I had been since my arrival. I did not question, just obeyed. The man on the porch was startled into nearly dropping the bag he carried at the vision of his reception. He quickly recovered and entered. Master greeted him warmly and asked his opinion of my qualifications. I stood still as the man leaned slightly and grasped my cock. He examined it carefully, not as a sexual object, but more like a scientist. He paid equal attention to the sack below it with their large, tender contents. Finally he turned back to master.

He smiled and said that I appeared to be an excellent choice. Then he said that we might as well begin immediately. Master motioned for me to carry the man's bag and led us to the basement playroom. The two of them ignored me while they moved two medical play-bondage tables side by side. Then the man took his bag and began to pull out objects onto a rolling cart that had been swept clean of our toys.

Master motioned to the one table, and I climbed on, eager to find out what new game was to be played. Master bound me to the table and reminded me that he had promised I would be altered for his needs and pleasure. I immediately began to harden while I listened to his words and watched the mounting pile of medical implements on the cart. Master said that I would be castrated and made into a nullo for his pleasure. That was the only time I nearly panicked with him. But I realized I had been warned and had made a commitment. I looked into his eyes and saw that my willing acceptance would bring him pleasure. And that was all I truly cared about. His pleasure would be mine. I smiled and nodded my compliance with his will.

Then master surprised me by beginning to strip down, too. Soon he was nude and seated on the table beside mine. He lay back and stretched out as the doctor shot me with anesthesia. That was all I remember of the events. But I have the video of the proceedings. Watching that video the first time during the recuperation period was how I learned everything that had occurred.

Even now when I review it, I find it incredible arousing. The doctor, skillfully sliced my sack and balls off and carefully sealed my wounds. What he did next shocked me. He turned to my master on the adjoining table and sliced open his sack, too. Then he removed master's testicles and replaced them with my own! He used my cords to add on to master's existing ones. Then he used my scrotum to graft onto master's, more than doubling the hang of his sack.

Next the doctor returned to me and carefully separated my cock from my groin. Turning to master, he meticulously severed the head of his prick and dropped in into the waiting jar with his nuts. Then he grafted my eight-incher onto the end of master's three inch shaft. The resulting eleven inches was astounding. There was my master endowed with a remarkable dick and low-hanging bull balls. He was gorgeous. And I was proud to have been the means of correcting nature's mistake in under supplying this forceful man with his legitimate due.

The weeks stretched on as we both grew stronger. Master had hired a male nurse to assist us during this time. And I had to rely on his updating reports of master's healing progress. Obviously master had no intention of seeing me until he was fit to perform.

Finally, the day came that the male nurse announced that he was leaving and that I had been ordered to report to the playroom. I was very nervous as I moved down the stairs. Would master no longer find the new me appealing? Would I be cast aside now that I had assisted him to reach his goal?

My doubts disappeared when I entered the playroom. There was master in his leather glory. Hooded, harnessed. His muscular legs glad in chaps. His booted feet planted far apart. And it all focused attention on the bulging leather pouch at his crotch. I knelt at his feet and bowed my head in awe.

Soon he had ordered to me to tongue clean his leathers. And of course the pouch was the last item to receive my attention. By then we were both panting with desire. Master snapped off the pouch, and I nearly swooned to see the real man he had become. His new dick swelled with our combined measure. It rose and grew and gleamed in its glory. Below it swung a hefty sack filled with what once was mine. I breathed deep and took in our smell. He ordered, and I opened my mouth. I grew faint to feel my own cock enter my mouth. No, our cock. Slowly he fed it to me. His forceful power was the same, but now his manly equipment matched. I had to relearn to control my gag reflex. This man deserved it. His lengthy pouch bounced against my chin and swung in to tap against my throat. I gloried in the feel of him. He moaned his pleasure, and it thrilled me all the more.

Soon his cock was slimy with our combined spit and precum. He pulled out and bent me over the bench, tying me in place. And then his new, raging meat entered my waiting ass. Its girth and length spread me to new dimensions. Its proportions hit spots never yet touched. And those glorious balls slapped up onto my smooth, empty crotch. With each prod, they caressed my groin. And his endurance matched his new measure. On and on and on we rode until finally I felt that combined sack contract. Those familiar balls swelled and pulled up. That already huge cock expanded and grew rocklike. And with one final plunge he buried us and sent us both into orgasmic ecstasy. My cum poured through his body and into my waiting tunnel. We were one and always would be.