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My story began about 5 years ago. I wanted some excitement in my life. So I started looking at alternative lifestyles. I first got into bondage and eventually into BDSM. At first I went to a session once every two or three months, then more often. One mistress I went to regularly asked me if I wanted to be her slave. It would only be one or two nights a week, but she would charge me only a small fee rather than her normal fee. I agreed. I attended her from Friday night through Sunday morning. My job took the rest of the week. I was her pet and slave. She took me everywhere with her. Normally I wore a collar with a chain. She also had me wear only a leather thong. It covered my genitals but little else. She locked it on in the back.
After a few weeks of attending her, she took me to a party in the country. While there, I witnessed a castration. Some guy was laying face down on a table with his feet tied onto the table legs. His arms and body were also secured with belts attached to the table. He couldnt move. A woman wearing a white surgical gown went behind him and did the procedure. First a number of shots and a quick shave of the proper site. Then she cut open his sac and extracted the testicle. I couldnt get a good look, but I could see it outside his sac. She tied off something, I assume the vessels and cord, and another lady came up and made the final cut. He screamed and begged for mercy the entire time. A second cut and the same procedure with the other lady making the final cut again. Both balls were put in a jar of liquid and she held it up for all to see. The first woman sewed him back up and put a wrap around his groin area. We went to this same weekly party for over a month. Each time there was a castration. I found out that these were slaves of other mistresses who had lost some kind of competition. Im glad my mistress never had me do anything that even resembled a contest of any kind. Then one Saturday night I found out what the competition was. We got to the house and she handcuffed my hands behind my back. I didnt think anything of this as she did this on a regular basis. Then she told me tonight I would be in a contest with another slave. She was betting a sum of money on me and not to let her down. Nothing clicked in my mind about where I was and what happened here. She led me to a room with several women and I saw another guy cuffed and collared like me. Then I felt her unlock my thong and it fell to the ground. I stood there naked in front of the other mistresses. She led me to one side of the room. There was a mattress on the floor. She told me to lay down on it. The other slave was led to the bed and he also was told to lie down. He lay the opposite direction. A woman came out and said, The rules of this contest are simple. Whoever withdraws first or otherwise quits the contest is the loser. All semen must be swallowed. If it is not, a 5 minute penalty in which he must not participate will be given. If you kick or otherwise try and injure anothers slave, you will be disqualified immediately and declared the loser. The loser will sacrifice his testicles as punishment for not fulfilling his mistresss demand to win! Contestants, you will begin the contest at the sound of the bell. My mistress came over to me and said, You suck his cock and make him quit first. I have a lot of money on this contest, win it! I couldnt believe what I heard. She expected me to give this other guy a blow job! Was she out of her mind? I never had a gay experience in my life. Then I heard the bell. The other guy immediately started sucking my cock. Then I knew it was for real. I wanted to kick that bastard away, but I remembered the rule of disqualification. Then I remembered that if I didnt do something I would lose by default. I had no intention of losing my balls to some queer sucking me. So for the first time in my life, I sucked a cock. At first it was soft, then it started to grow firm and hard. I sucked and licked. But I came first. I couldnt help it. I usually dont have oral sex and I came after a few minutes. He kept sucking the entire time. I was gasping for breath. It felt irritated and very very sensitive, but he kept sucking and licking. I wanted to get away, but knew that would make me the loser. So I held on and started sucking him again. I licked under his cock head then inside the slit. That was his weak point, he came. I almost gagged. It tasted real nasty. But I swallowed, I remembered the 5 minute penalty. From then on I licked and tongued his slit and the area under the head, he came again. I swallowed and sucked as hard as I could. I kept up the same pressure and felt him begin to squirm. He was going soft in my mouth but I kept up the pressure. He had another spasm but very little came out. I kept sucking and I felt him pull away with a scream. We have a winner! I heard someone say. The other guy started begging his mistress to forgive him. But she wasnt interested. A few minutes later I watched the same scene I had seen before, he was castrated. My mistress made the final cut and his balls were given to her. Good job! was all she said to me. Dont even think of quitting on me. If you do, I will send a video of you sucking that guy off to your friends and family! That threat was enough to ensure I would continue to do what she wanted. For the next few weeks we went and I was placed in two other contests. I managed to win both and she was happy with her prizes, both monetary and testicular. Then about two months later, I had my last contest. The guy was huge, I had trouble just getting it all in my mouth. I had found early in my cock sucking career that the head of the penis was the key. The shaft really didnt make much difference. Evidently he knew this too. I came first and struggled with his cock. Then I came a second time. My cock was super sensitive and I wanted to pull away. But I knew that would make me the loser, so I stayed put and worked on his cock. He finally came and it felt like a gallon. I almost choked but managed to swallow it all. But then I came a third time and I couldnt take it, I pulled away instinctively. We have a winner! Oh shit! I lost! My mistress came over and cursed me for losing. I started pleading for forgiveness. I begged her to let me keep my balls. She told me it wasnt her choice, I lost them to the others mistress. I struggled, but was led to the table and locked in. The shots were administered and I felt my groin area go numb. I could feel the pulling of my sac but nothing else. Thats one I heard. I screamed NO! Thats two. I started to cry uncontrollably. I saw a woman holding the jar with my balls in it. They let me go and my mistress led me away. I was still numb between my legs and could barely walk. I ought to leave you here you loser! she said to me. I begged her not to. I could see myself naked and castrated being picked up by the police. She took me back and I got dressed. I was still very sore between my legs. I got home and collapsed. I couldnt even get up the next day. It was sore for a couple of days and then it got better. I felt the empty sac and the stitches at the back of my sac. I went to see my mistress Friday night as normal. I felt ashamed, but it was my duty to serve her on the weekend. She didnt say much to me, so I cleaned her place and just served her as usual. After a couple of weeks, she cut off the stitches. I felt totally ashamed of myself. Its strange not having your balls. I felt lethargic and depressed. She still didnt talk to me much and I felt she would soon ask me not to return. That was five years ago. I am still with her only one night a week now. I accept my condition. I never sought to have myself reconstructed. It would be too embarrassing. The sac has shrunk and I am now smooth between my legs. My cock is a bit smaller, but I still get erections sometimes. I even come, but not as much as before. I dont have the desire. But that is my story.
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