The dungeon, as usual, was gloomy. Master, who was wearing His usual black tee shirt and jeans, had me standing against the flogging post under a spotlight, with my hands bound together behind the post and my ankles bound to the rings on the base that supports the post, so that my legs were spread wide apart. He put a ball gag in my mouth but didn’t use a blindfold because He wanted me to see what He was doing. He had given me a shot in the crotch of that pain-block stuff that keeps you hard so i would enjoy the process. i had gone over my crotch, cock and balls several times with safety razor and depilatory so the skin He was going to collect would be silky smooth. i had been especially careful not to damage the colorful tattooed designs he’d had done on the shaft and scrotum.

He took his time, sliding His fingers up and down the 8-inch cockshaft and playing with my big, heavy balls, until i was thoroughly aroused and the cock was rigid, standing almost straight up, twitching rhythmically and oozing pre-cum from the piss slit in the flaring mushroom head. Finally He said, “You ready, boy?” i nodded.

He hadn’t allowed me to cum for the year i had been His property and i had spent many nights with a stone ache so bad i could hardly stand it. i was to get to cum tonight for the last time and i was eagerly anticipating it.

He worked the tight skin forward on the cockshaft until He could pull out the foreskin. The cock was so hard-erect that He probably couldn’t have done it except He’d been using a foreskin stretcher on it, and also weighting the balls until they hung loose even with the cock erect. He’d told me that He was preparing me for eventual skinning and that He was going to have the skin tanned and made into a belt pouch.

He dropped to one knee and inserted the long, narrow blade of the knife He was using in between head and foreskin and eased it in, flat against the cockshaft. i could see its outline under the skin. Then He began working it around the circumference of the shaft, separating the skin from it slowly and carefully so He wouldn’t damage the skin.

i watched avidly. i was so aroused that i’m sure i would have shot off explosively if not for the pain block and the practice i’d had in suppressing ejaculation. Most of the guys watching were jerking off, or yanking their cocks around by the balls–something i used to enjoy doing. Sometimes i had been able to make myself cum without touching my cock.

“That’s got it,” Master said. “Now for the tricky part.”

He pushed my rigid cock–actually His cock if you want to get legal–to the right with the thumb of his left hand and carefully eased the point of the blade through the skin where the cock joined my body. He slit the skin along the side of the shaft, then let the cock go and pulled the balls out so He could cut back into my crotch behind the scrotum. Then He turned the knife and slit up the other side of the cockshaft, pulled the cock down and cut the skin along the crease across the top.

“Okay,” He said. “I think it’s ready to slip off.”

He laid the knife down, took hold of the foreskin with one hand, grasped the shaft skin with the other, and pulled and pushed forward. The glans was not quite numb and i felt the skin slide over it. The balls caught and Master popped them out of the scrotum with his thumb. i felt two quick tugs as the heavy organs dropped and swung separately between my legs. Then he whisked the skin the rest of the way off and held it up by the foreskin. i stared at the bloody shaft for a moment, but i was more interested in the intact skin dangling from Master’s fingers.

“Wow!” one of the watchers said. “Neat,” another said. I saw at least three of the guys that had been masturbating shoot off.

“Real nice, boy,” Master said. “Hold it for me.”

He reached behind and pressed the warm skin into one of my bound hands. i grasped it tightly. It would probably be the last time i’d get to handle it.

“Now you get your reward,” He said. Taking the head of my skinned cock between thumb and fingers, He began manipulating it expertly. “Cum at will.”

Despite the numbness from the pain block, the head was still sensitive enough to react, and i was ready. How i was ready! After maybe 10 seconds, semen exploded from my cock. The orgasm took my breath away. It was both the weirdest and the most intense that i’d ever experienced, a mixture of pain and pleasure, centered in my crotch rather than my skinned and numb dick. i let out an involuntary muffled howl through the gag and thrust my hips forward, my knees buckling. i was dimly aware of Master letting go of the cockhead, snatching up the cutter loop from the worktable and slipping it over the spasming cockshaft as i shot a couple more times. The monofilament loop glowed white hot from the battery in the handle as He jerked down and back. i felt an instant of pressure and heat, then release as the orgasm abruptly terminated. Cockshaft and testicles dropped onto the paper plate He was holding under them with His other hand, neatly and almost bloodlessly excised from my crotch.

The little audience burst into applause and laughter. “Shit, that was almost too easy,” somebody said. “I think it’s time to prune my boy,” another man said.

Master took the skin out of my hand and laid it aside, then turned me loose and sprayed some synthskin on my crotch. He handed me the plate of meat that had been my genitals.

i knew what to do. i put another paper plate under the meat grinder waiting on the worktable, picked up the cooking scissors, trimmed the sperm cords from the balls and dropped them into a wastebasket. Then i turned on the grinder and dropped in the testicles one by one. Then i picked up the penis by the semen-slick glans–it was surprisingly heavy–and fed it into the grinder cut end first. It was fun watching the long, thick shaft disappear into the maw of the grinder and emerge as hamburger. The glistening purple-pink glans seemed to wink at me as it disappeared into the blades. i made the ground meat into patties and fried them on the little grill in the corner of the dungeon. Master told me to make two burgers with it and let me have one. i swear i felt the ghost of another orgasm between my legs when i bit into it. How often does a boy get to eat his own meat?