By: Littledick (Nov 2008)

Life was great, I had lots of mates, I was popular with both the boys and the girls all though school and Uni. I studied computer science under a scholarship I won, and was offered a fantastic job at the end of my studies. I moved out of home to go to uni and the job I got was on the opposite side of town in an upbeat area. I had all I needed, and was beginning to save for the future, as well as having a social life.

A few of my mates would pick me up on a Friday after work and we would hit the gay pubs and clubs and have an incredible time. I had worked out in high school that I was a bottom when it came to sex. I have a decent swimmer’s type body even though only five foot three inches tall. I have natural platinum blond hair that is wavy medium length but sort of scruffy. My electric blue sharp eyes and white teeth and constant smile catch many people’s attention. My body is sort of lightly tanned and ultra smooth apart from a few hairs under my arms, and light few above my dick. I have a great smooth bubble butt that people just want to run their hands over at any given opportunity.

Whilst I have very large balls, the size of jumbo hens’ eggs and hang in a very floppy smooth purse, I only have a short but thick uncut cock, which is two inches slack and just on four inches hard. Mind you my dick is hard a lot and in a semi state of arousal the rest of the time. I am always getting ribbed about it. Playing sport was always interesting, as I had to ensure I wore a good jockstrap, or my balls would get caught up between my legs, and flop from one side to the other. I had been known to cum whilst running with my balls flying and thumping the backs of my legs.

The weekends especially were a time of almost constant sex between my mates and others we met when we were out and about. I always lost count of how many times I was screwed but I loved it. I think some of my mates ran a book with appointments for time slots but I could never prove it. This sort of thing went on for ages.

Some of the guys who fucked me would tie me down and bind my balls whilst they screwed the living daylights out of me. Others would pound my balls with their fists whilst they fucked me and would make me cum without touching my dick. I didn’t care as I loved it all and by the end of the weekend I would be drained of my spunk but full of others with a butt plug up my butt to keep it there.

As usual I couldn’t wait to finish work one Friday evening, and head home to shower and change for a night out with my mates. Greg my best mate and greatest fuck buddy had left a message to say he was running late and would meet me at the club. So by the time I showered and got dressed it was dark as I left my flat and headed down the street to the bus stop. I was dressed in loose jeans just hanging off my butt, a yellow short sleeved shirt and a pair of green Converse High Tops.

Half way to the bus stop, I felt a sting in my right shoulder as a car drove by and kept going. A little later I found a small dart in my shoulder blade but by the time I pulled it out I was beginning to feel light headed, and I don’t remember much after that. I woke to find I was stark naked tied spread eagled and strapped to a table in a room I had never seen before, with a camera pointing at me.

My head was propped up by pillows and I was looking at my crotch which had been fully shaved. I had a thick cock gag secured in my mouth and all I could do was move my head. I heard movement behind me and an altered voice said we were waiting for you to wake up. The guy came into view but he had a leather hood on and all I could see were his eyes, eyes I didn’t recognise.

Well then this electronic voice said lets get started and as he said that two other men came in wearing gowns and hoods also. Without a word of warning my crotch was painted in brown liquid. I had no idea what they were going to do but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. Next my balls were pulled down to the bottom of their sack and it was tugged to see how far they would go. I noticed a screen and I could see myself on it and what they were doing to my balls.

Nice balls boy the funny voice said as they continued to pull and squeeze them. This went on for some time, between looking at my balls and the screen I missed the moment one of the guys picked up a scalpel till it made contact with my tender sin just under my dick. A searing sting hit me as the blade penetrated my ball sack. All I could do was tense my body and scream into my cock gag. All the guys heard was a muffled noise which didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest.

The problem was the guy hasn’t finished cutting. He worked the blade around the neck of my scrotum leaving just enough skin to sew up after he had completed. It seemed to take forever as he cut around and the pain only got worse as he continued away.

Once they had separated the neck of my nut sack they then pulled the sack off cutting any tissue that held my balls as they went. Nothing was easy for me but they weren’t feeling what I was felling. Eventually my scrotum was no longer part of me and was slapped on my chest as my balls dangled between my legs and lay on the table.

My scrotum was taken and fitted to a device and filled with a solution of some sort. The person with the electronic voice said that is going to make a great purse for someone but didn’t say whom. Even to me it looked longer than before, it must have been the weight of the stuff filling it.

However their attention soon returned to my naked balls, they had rolled off the table and their weight pulled them further away from where they once lived in their secure home. One of the guys then picked up my right ball and pulled it away from my body. I could feel the strain deep with in me as they held it tight and steady. The guy doing all the operating then set about suturing up the cord close to my body as he could get it.

That done the cutter picked up a new scalpel and the guy doing the commentary said bye, bye to your right ball boy! Wasting no time the guy wielding the knife cut close to the tied off area. A bolt of white lightning hit me with so much pain I wanted to pass out as my right ball came free, no longer attached to me. It was placed on my chest and it seemed to have a life of its own, even though it wasn’t part of me.

I was given a moment or two to settle as they got ready to do the same to lefty. My nut was stretched and tied off ready to be freed as I tried to scream no – without any success. Time was up and soon the scalpel was resting on the cord of my remaining ball. As pressure was applied to the blade, my cock was pulsing madly like it was trying to fuck something before it was too late.

However it was too late and my cock spewed out a bucket of cum as my left ball departed my body. As my cock continued to pump out as much spunk as it could the cord snapped back into my body never to be found again. My hair, face and chest, including my right ball lying there, were covered in cum with it dripping off me in torrents. Pools of cum had gathered in the sunken area between my pectorals.

I had tears running down my face as I realized my sex drive had been ruined for ever. The electronic voice said welcome to our new eunuch; it only served to make my misery worse than it was a moment ago. Still with no pain killers they stitched up under my now useless dick. I didn’t care right then as I had been defeated, deflowered, no longer a man, not even a boy really.

Both my nipples were then pierced with ‘8 gauge’ large diameter silver rings. The needles stung like heck but I was beaten by this stage, besides there was nothing I could do to prevent any of this from happening. I was a porn piece in someone’s game, and as hard as I tried to work out who was behind all this, I came up blank every time.

All of a sudden I was brought back to reality with a sharp sting to the septum of my nose. A needle was pushed through my flesh, followed by another thick ring to fill the hole that was made. Both my right ear and eyebrow were pierced and filled with rings. Once the rings were in place they were left with the ends open which I thought was rather strange.

With no fight left in me the straps holding me to the table were released and four more men came in wearing hoods. I was held in the up right position with my little cock sitting on the table. A wooden type block had been placed under it. The guy doing all the operating came over and placed a metal thing in the centre of the head with the foreskin pulled back. Without hesitation he brought down a hammer punching a large hole right through my dick, from top to bottom.

I was moved by the four guys and a large thick ring that was ‘000 gauge’. A large crimping device with hoses connected to it was brought over and turned on. The machine groaned as it squashed both ends of the ring closed till it locked together. A clamp was placed on the ring with a wet towel over my dick as something sparked welding the ring permanently closed. The welds were ground and polished smooth, as I thought they had done with me.

The same was done with the rings in my nipples, ears, right eye brow and nose; they were welded and cleaned and polished up. There was going to be no quick was of getting these piercings out with out lots of pain from the cutting or ripping out process.

My nightmare continued as I wondered what else they could do to me but I soon learnt. The four big guys then held me with my front against a large post. Before I had a chance to work out what they were doing I felt heat move towards my right hand butt cheek. Without warning my butt exploded in pure pain as the red hot metal hit the skin of my right butt cheek.

Fortunately it was over quickly but my right butt still felt like it was on fire. Tears streamed down my face from all that I had been put through. As I was attempting to work through it my right shoulder was also branded but I still couldn’t see what the branding was. I was still confused and absolutely drained and overcome when I saw a branding iron being brought towards my right pectoral. The branding iron made its permanent mark just above the areola of my pierced right nipple. The smell of burning flesh filled both my nostrils.

I was placed back on the operating table on my back whilst my legs were held up. I lay there completely altered forever, castrated, pierced and branded with a large letter ‘G’ which I was told stood for ‘Gelded and gay. My legs were then tied back over me and the seven hooded guys in the room all fucked me one after the other.

As their bodies slammed into my butt it felt like I was been branded over and over. A couple of them even spanked the branding just to add more pain and humiliation to the process. A process the guys told me was to ensure I knew my place as a castrated pussy boy – there to please and service real men, in only a way a eunuch pussy boy could.

Once this was all done I was laid on a bed in a corner of the room on my left hand side. I was given a jab and I fell asleep, when I woke it was Tuesday and I was in a hospital bed. Apparently I was found in a park near the hospital early Monday morning. There was nothing the hospital could do apart from clean me up and make me comfortable. I was given an antibiotic to help ensure any infections were dealt with seeing I had so much done to me.

Greg came to the hospital to see me when he found out I had been found as he had gone looking for me. I was only in hospital for a few days and Greg then helped look after me till I was back on my feet even though nut-less. I was given light doses of testosterone to help keep some sex drive and to help maintain my boyish features. Sex resumed once I was fine and all my mates continued to screw the daylights out of me.

However it was hard back at work, as news had got out what happened to me. But it was like water off a duck’s back, even though a few called me a ‘faggot’. Life has a way of changing, especially when they would eventually get their comeuppance as I became their boss but that’s another story.

Greg and I eventually bought a house together and moved in. I was basically his sex slave and loved it. I did notice that Greg had a special purse he kept his loose change in. The purse was like a pouch; it was soft and smooth and looked much like my scrotum. I never said much till one day he came home with a trophy that had two large balls encased in plastic.

It caught my attention and engraved on it were the words ‘Aaron’s balls (Aaron being me) along with the date it was castrated. I was naked at the time and Greg held up his purse and placed it under my cock and there was no mistaking what he was telling me.

I didn’t know what to say, and before I could say anything Greg hugged me for ages and said that he loves me dearly. What could I say, as I knew I was wanted and got all the sex I ever wanted? I continued at work and have maintained my body with the little amount of hormone that Greg now administers and life couldn’t be any better.

So my balls were on the mantel piece and my purse was in Greg’s pocket, with me as his sex slave, come fuck buddy and that’s how I lived out the rest of my life.