It started on a chat line. It was one of those Master slave chat rooms. I read with excitement that a chatter who called themselves ‘Trueman’ was looking to enslave a male who would prove to be totally submissive and able to handle life threatening domination. I decided to have a private chat with Trueman. I was shaking all over as I confessed to him that I might be the one he was looking for. Trueman wanted to meet with me to chat and make arrangements.

We met in a Bar. He was not what I thought he would be like. I thought (stereotypically) this sort individual would be sleazy and quite socially inadequate. You know the type I mean: Balding with strands of hair gelled to hide the bald part; a slight uneasiness about whom and what they are; most of their teeth missing and dressed like a burst couch.

He was not this. He stood before me at 6feet 4 inches tall, with a full head of hair and a beard that made him looking really dashing. He was fit and muscle bound. We talked for a little while and then I was invited back to his place for preliminary discussions and examinations.

His apartment was beautiful. It was clean and tidy and very large. It had at least nine doors that lead to rooms. He led me into a room that was set up like an office. He sat down at a desk and took of his jacket. He invited me to strip for an examination of what I had to offer him in the way of my body. I gulped at this invite and began to shake all over at the thought of undressing in front of this stranger. I had to do it or he would reject me as a wannabe. I forced my hands to unbutton and unzip the parts of my clothing that were enhanced with such impediments. My hands shook as they were forced to do as I was told. I watched him watching me disrobe. I soon stood before him naked and vulnerable to his command. I was excited at my courage. I never thought I could do what I had just done. I stood there-Me- in full frontal nakedness in the power of a fully dressed man, in his lair, his territory. I smiled at my effrontery.

He gestured to me to come to him, which I did in a rather gingerly manner, trying to hide my embarrassment and excitement. He put one hand on my left buttock and pulled me close to him. With his other hand he cupped my balls weighing them. He then pulled back my foreskin and squeezed my glans. I recoiled at this as his grip was that of a powerful man. He turned me round and forced me to bend over in front of him so he could examine my anus and its entrance. He spent a few moments touching and prodding my hole with his fingers. He asked if I had a history of venereal disease. I replied that I had never been visited by such.

He told me to sit on his knee. I was astonished at this request and I moved over and sat on his knee like a child. I put my left arm around his neck for support. His hands were exploring my torso and touching my nipples which made my teeth chatter in anticipation. My ballsac was cupped in his right hand and were gently squeezed. He then asked a revealing question: “In all honesty why did I need a Master, why did I need to be mastered?” I thought for a moment and began to tell him, almost in a whisper, what had happened to me as a young man:

“I was caught lifting windfall apples in an orchard. The man who caught me took me to this hut where another two men were eating their lunch. The man told them of my deed. The men then stripped me naked and punished me by sodomizing me over a barrel of apples. On that day each man forced me to have oral sex and sodomy with them. Not love or forced sex, but sodomy. I was beaten on my ballsac by each of them, one after the other. I was forced to put long pieces of wood in to my hole which caused me to bleed. I had my ballsac roasted with a Zippo lighter. I was made to have oral sex with a large mongrel dog over and over again. After this, each time one of them saw me I was taken back to that hut of my humiliation and subjected to rape and abuse that I yet cannot speak of. I escaped these men’s clutches when I moved to a new town. Since then I have understood sex as a punishment and not as a reward or celebration. I need to be punished and humiliated when in the hands of a man. I need to feel I am nothing of value or worth. This why I had a private chat with you because I believe you will cleanse me.”

After listening to my story he told me to kneel on the floor which I did. He then withdrew from the desk drawer a very large dildo. He asked me to show him what I could do with this. I knelt on the floor thinking for a while and then I began to simulate masturbation. This seemed to please him. I then attacked the dildo with my mouth effecting oral sex. I gagged which pleased him. I then moved the dildo behind me and put it at my hole and pushed down on it. I burned inside with the invasion of the unlubricated dildo into my sphincter. I groaned and moaned and screamed and removed the monster. He applauded me. He told me to stand and he pulled me over to him again and he felt my balls again. He then felt all areas of my back. He asked if I was strong. I replied that I was but could be made stronger. He then examined my nipples and stroked them. I felt waves of sexual desire pass through me and I sighed and whimpered at his touch. He asked me if I liked this. I nodded breathlessly. He told me to go over and open the wooden door on the wall opposite. I did so and to my surprise a double bed lay in the small room behind the door. He told me to lie down on the bed with my head nearest the door. I did so and saw him rise from the chair and begin to undress. What I saw shocked and excited me. He was extremely hairy from his chest down to his ballsac. His manhood was larger than any I had seen before. His balls were hairy and large. He came on to the bed beside me. He told me to watch him. I did so and saw him masturbate his cock and it grew immediately in size and girth. He then grabbed me and roughly turned me on to my stomach. He pulled my buttocks up in an arch and immediately penetrated me –unlubricated- in a manner that proved to me he was a Master. I cried out at every stroke of his cock. He knelt on one knee as he penetrated me so easily. I cried and sobbed at every painful push into me. I asked him to stop only to hear him roar: “Never ever ask me to stop!!” He stood up and gazed at me and then ran from the room over to the desk in the other room. He opened the drawer and removed a leather strap which was embossed with studs. He walked back into the room where I lay panting. He grabbed me by my hair, twisted me round and over the head board of the bed and began to beat my buttocks with the studded strap. Each lash made me scream out for mercy. After a short flurry of strokes he stopped. I noticed his cock was rock hard. I instinctively jumped off the bed onto my knees before him and grabbed his cock and began to suck it. The pain in my buttocks was burning and throbbing in my brain so much so that my tears wet his pubic hair. This pleased him as he began to moan in a satisfied manner.

He dragged me back on to the bed and told me to straddle him. I did so and felt the tip of his cock entre me again I screamed as it slid deep inside me, against the will of my dry sphincter muscle. He then told me to put my legs together and cross my ankles. I did as I was told and as I crossed my ankles some how or another we were locked together. He pulled me backwards and I lay on his sweating torso. He then put my cock in his hand and began to masturbate me. This took me back to the hut where I first was made to do this. Back then, the other two men would kneel over me and masturbate until they jetted their cum onto my body. I was made to cum and then told to rub the mixture of cum into my nipples and to lick the rest from my fingers. The man had brought my masturbation to a close as I spurted a jet of cum onto my chest. I immediately found the hot sticky pool of sperm and dipped my two forefingers into and then rub my cum into my nipples. I began to cry and sob at the image of the three men and I now knew that this man’s muscle and bone had become the altar of my deep submission, humiliation and punishment.

The man paid no heed to my crying, as Masters do not show remorse or sympathy. He continued to stroke his cock in and out of me until it was time for him to cum. He threw me off his cock, knelt and pulled my face over to the top of his massive cock. I was told to open my mouth and as I did I received my first taste of his cum. He also sprayed my face with his seemingly never ending wave of cum.

Once he was dressed and sitting relaxed, he announced that I had passed his initial requirements and it was now time for me to decide if I wanted to become his full slave. I sat naked, exhausted and painful on his knee. He stroked my belly area with a softness that did not seem or feel quite real. He looked at me intensely. I did not hesitate in telling him that I would be a total slave to him. From then on I never wore outdoor clothes again. All I wore was underpants and a cream linen house coat with four buttons.

I slept in a shadowy corner of the Master’s bedroom. This is all I did in this room. The Master would go out on an evening and bring back men – usually of African origin – who would top the Master. I once heard the Master cry out: “Oh Master please be gentle with me tonight!” For this he was beaten with a thick leather strap, after which he sobbed and cried like I did. Once I saw him fall to his knees begging this blue black African fellow for mercy. All this caused was the Master took an enormous cock into his mouth and made to swallow every last drop of cum. When he was a sub, he was a sub and when was the Master, he was the Master.

There was another night when the Master came home with another black guy. The Master stripped himself naked and was immediately pounced on by the black guy who began to beat the Master ‘s buttocks with a leather belt. I heard the Master cry and ask for mercy. That night I could take no more of seeing the Master being humiliated. I let out a loud deep sob. The beating stopped.

“Is that a fucking animal you keep in the shadows/”

“No, it’s just…” The Master was interrupted with a black hand hitting his face.

The Black guy came over to me and was surprised and angry when he saw me.

“What the fuck! Come here you fucking white piece of spying shit!” The black guy grabbed me and looked at the Master.

“It’s my slave!”

“Your slave? A slave of a slave?”

The black guy looked at me, shook his head and gave a small dry laugh.

“Well slave of the slave, come and see what I have got in my pants for you.”

I did as I was told: undress the black Master. After stripping him of his shirt, I knelt on the floor before him and undid his pants. I pulled them down over his knees and let them fall to his ankles. He then stepped out of them. I tugged his under pants down revealing a black piece of meat that made me gasp. It was shaved and his balls were shaved. It hung there thick and long (about 3 inches above his knee). I thought the master was big but this was the King.

“Over to the bed and spread your legs! You will suck me hard so I can deal with your slave.” He said to the Master. After about five minutes of sucking he told the Master to stop. The black Master walked over to me and came on to the bed. He had produced a condom from some where and was rolling it over his cock’s magnificent size. After he had done this he mounted me where I lay. No fuss was made about the way he pushed his monster inside me.

“White boy slave do you like my meat inside you? You need black meat to take away your heat!”

“Yes Master!” I said between sobs, “You are the one. OOOOOO…OOOOOOO… Master, Master me! Show me your way!”

All I could do was let out a scream mixed with pain, desire and helplessness. I saw the Master watch what was going on his sacred bed. I knew I would be punished by him soon for desecrating his bed. The black guy was really deep inside of me –the deepest ever- when said to me: “Let’s give your Master a show!” at which he lifted himself off the bed with me still impaled on his wonderful piece of meat. I cried out as he slid even deeper into me.

“Oh my God!” I cried, “Your cock is going to burst me open. Master, Master takes me all the way.”

“Well Master you white piece of trash, do you see what I can do your slave. And he loves every bit of my black meat. Come over here and jerk your slave off!”

The Master did as he was told and began to masturbate me, while the black Master pounded and thrust his cock in and out of my hole. I came quickly and spurted my load all over the Master. I was crying and sobbing at my treatment at the hands of the black Master, but there was a little bit of me welcomed his pounding. Just then he threw me on the bed still attached to him. In an expert manoeuvre he swept me round and I was now straddling this magnificent powerful black Master. He pushed his cock deeper than ever inside me. The pain was almost unbearable and I told the black Master so: “Master you are really in me and I feel you are going to burst my love tunnel. I beg you to be kind to my unworthy hole. He stopped and turned me on to my back only to find the black Master’s bell end at my mouth. I was ordered to suck his cock, which I did and I went light headed with his taste that mingled with my anal mucus. Soon I tasted black semen, some of which was jetted off my face. It tasted very meaty and was thick and stuck to my teeth. I loved its taste. I loved his treatment of me. I loved the submission that his very presence created in me. I loved the feeling of being punished. The black Master’s cum came out of him with such power that it almost caused me to choke. The black Master turned me on my back held my legs apart and gave my ballsac an almighty slap. I let out a scream of pain and began to cry. He was about to give my ballsac another slap when I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me and said: “Why you white slave trash. for that you will be punished!”

He sat at the side of the bed and grabbed me by my side and pulled me on to his knee and turned me on to my stomach.

He pointed at the studded strap and gestured to the Master to give it to him. The Master put the strap into the black Master’s hand. He began to pound my buttocks with the strap so hard that blood flowed down my side on to his lap.

“Your white Master needs to be more firm with you. I am going to make a real sub, not a pretend one!” The pounding continued until the black Master was breathless. He threw me off his lap on to the floor where I remained bleeding and crying. The black Master got off the bad and stood over me with his legs apart. He began to piss on me. My buttocks smarted as the urine splashed on to them.

“There mother fucker, you have learned a lesson from your real Master.”

“Yes Master. Thank you Master. Your lesson is a privilege. I am grateful to you for beating me with the strap. I deserved it, Master.” I said between sobs.

After this I was commanded by the black Master to leave the room, which I did.

I lay in the hallway and my hole throbbed with pain. For the rest of that night, until the sun came up, I lay awake listening to screams and moans of the Master at the hands of the black Master. When the black Master left through the front door my ordeal was about to begin.

“Slave! Go into the cold room and wait for me there.” The Master commanded of me. I got up and entered the cold room and waited for the Master to appear.

I waited in the cold room for, what I believe was two nights and one day before the door opened. Through the door came three curvaceous women all smiling at me. The blonde haired one said: “Hi, I am Gillian, this is Lynsey.”

“And I am Sandra.” Said the very dark haired woman, “We have been sent by your NEW Master to castrate you.”

I must have looked shocked at these words, so much so, that woman called Sandra, who was dressed like a Hippie, came over to me and said:

“Look, there is no way out of here for you. You are going to lose your balls come what may. Your new Master has had your so called Master castrated and sent off to a sex factory. You”, she pointed firmly at me, “You have to be castrated too, and because you’re new Master wants it done. It shall be done whether we three have to drag you kicking and screaming to the table next door or whether you walk calmly with us and let be over and done with. Now, don’t you see, it is an inevitable fact of your life that today at sometime, we are going to castrate you. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head and began to sob. The three women were unaffected by my tears. Gillian came over to me and said: “Stand up sweetheart.” I did as she asked and Sandra opened a door that led to a stainless steel table that was set up for my castration.

“Come on lovely,” Gillian whispered, “Come on get over and done with and we can all soon have coffee.”

I looked into the room and saw Lynsey with a shaving brush and razor. My heart stopped and Gillian saw this and told me Lynsey was only going to shave my balls.

Gillian now held my arm and nudged me softly encouraging me to walk into the room.

“Let’s go. “Said she giving me a wink.

“Will it hurt?” I questioned Gillian

“Well, a Slave’s life is all about pain of some sort. Yes, it will hurt, but not a lot. So come on get done.”

I looked at Gillian, who was smiling at me. I looked at Sandra whose body language told me she was getting a little impatient and I looked past Sandra to Lynsey who was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face. I began to cry and sob and I found myself being led into the room by Gillian. As I entered the room Sandra shut the door and locked it. I looked around the room and saw myriad instruments for cutting and amputating parts of the body.

“I will be doing the cutting,” said Sandra, “But first Lynsey will shave your ballsac and your butt.”

Lynsey came over to me and kneeled in front of me as though about to blow job me and began applying the soap to my balls. With great ease she shaved me in the parts Sandra had described.

“Now get on the table and lie on your back. I did as I was told. Lynsey, masturbate him for the last time before I castrate him.”

Lynsey began to stroke my cock. The last time I thought, the last time. I looked at Lynsey as I was about to cum for the last time.

“I am going to cum, I am cuming, OH I am…” I looked down at my cock as it spurted my sperm for the last time.

“Clean him off.” Said Sandra and Lynsey cleaned my cum from my stomach. “Now…” Sandra’s voice was interrupted by the ring tone on here mobile, which she immediately answered.

“Yes. Its you Caleb…Yes he is on the table and I just about to start on him…What?...Right. Okay … How wonderful for you…Yes of course…It is no problem…It will be done, just as you say. Right Caleb, byeee.”

“Gillian,” Sandra said in a commanding voice “Get the catheters he is to be made nullo. Well you will be pleased to know that your Master is making you a Nullo as he has asked me to cut your cock off as well.”

I sat up on the table and shook my head. Sandra nodded: “Oh yes. Your cock too.”

Sandra turned to Gillian and said: “I think we will have to secure him. You two see to it.”

The two women came to the table and forced me to lie down. I was struggling with them and winning, when Sandra came over and punched me on my balls. I recoiled and found myself lying on the table gasping for breath, while the two women secured me to the table with leather straps.

“Shall we begin,” said Sandra, “Sooner we start, the sooner we finish.”

Sandra came to the table and put a ring at the root of my cock and began to twist on it hard. This was to minimise the flow of blood into my cock.

“Shall we numb him?” asked Gillian.

Sandra shook her head, “I think not.”

Once the ring was as tight as it would go Sandra lifted from a side table a long thin bladed instrument and placed the blade at the tip of my cock.

“You girls, have you ever seen a cock split in two?”

At this I began to plead and cry in panic at the sight of this blade against my cock. Sandra looked at me and said: “Girls, I am sorry but wants it cut off whole so he can suck his own cock. This is a common fantasy of slaves. It is, isn’t it, slave. Well it looks like your fantasy is coming true.”

Sandra moved the blade down to the base of my cock and the next thing I knew was a seering deep rooted pain at the centre of my being. I looked down and cried out as I saw Sandra hold the tip of my cock in one hand while she cut into my cock with the other holding the blade. I watched as she lifted my cock from my body and shake it so any remaining blood would escape.

“Lynsey, stop him bleeding while I take his cock to his mouth.”

Sandra put my cock to my mouth.

“Go on, suck yourself.”

Gillian watched in horror as I opened my mouth and began suck and lick my own amputated cock.

“There, there, is that a good taste. Is like sucking someone else?”

I began to shake all over as I sucked my cock like a dummie tit. I felt tears run down my face.

“He’s ready for castration.” Said Lynsey.

“Well, well, its time to cut your balls off. It is much easier to do it without a cock getting in the way. Gillian give him a nice light blue catheter. Gillian came over and pushed the end of a catheter into the hole where my cock once was. I felt it grip me.

Sandra used the same instrument on my ball sac. She worked away at my castration as I screamed and sobbed in pain.

“Watch this.” She said to the other two as she pulled my ball sac away leaving my testicles free. She then told the other two to unfasten the leather straps and to bring me over to the full length mirror. This was done and I was guided over to the mirror where I saw Sandra’s handy work. The light blue catheter looked bizarre, as did my two glistening testicles.

“Well slave, take a good look as your Aunt Sandra cut your two balls off.”

I saw Sandra kneel behind me. With sharp scissors she cut through the cords that gave me possession of my testicles and saw them being cut off and placed in the waste basket.

“See to his wounds”

Sandra came round and said how much she enjoyed my emasculation and that the master had big plans for me. I suddenly knew that I was now a Nullo slave and would be abused by all and sundry. I would be a prize at a party. I will be subjected to mass sodomy. I will taste much cum. My buttocks will bleed at the hands of sadistic men and women. I will be paraded naked and spat upon by envious slaves.

My life from this day onward will only have one sensation-PAIN.

THE END