Dumb Blond

By: Littledick

At twenty-eight I took my long service leave to travel around Australia. To surf the beaches and see the sights. It was whilst I was driving around tropical Queensland that I first saw the big dumb handsome blond boy. He is a tall skinny, gangly kid with straight platinum blond hair. His facial features are cute but had that typical dumb look, you know the ones who just respond like a hick with a, ah, and that’s all. When I heard him speak to a truck driver he spoke in a dim-witted sort of way. He sounded like he was fourteen or fifteen but he showed his identity card which actually showed he was in fact twenty. He was dressed in a white tee shirt; baggy surf shorts with cargo pockets and surf sandals. His shorts showed he had a reasonable basket to speak of and a nice butt. As the truck driver left the blond boy went with him and disappeared from sight. I couldn’t get him out of my mind as I continued to drive throughout the day; there was something about him that turned me on and caught my imagination.

It was some five hours later and some four hundred kilometres down the road that I saw the boy again. His hair was rather tossed and his cloths looked somewhat creased like they had been in a ball and squashed. This time he was getting into a different truck to head out. I stayed in the town I had just arrived in and had some food and freshened up before moving on. I wanted to get another two hundred kilometres down the road before I stopped for the day. Some eighty kilometres out of my resting spot for the night, I came around a bend in the road I was travelling on at the open road speed limit, when I saw the dumb blond kid walking along side of the road in just a pair of Speedo’s now and no shirt but carrying a small bag. I pulled up down the road and he came running up and asked if I could drop him off in the next town. I agreed and as he got in the front passenger seat he introduced himself as Tom and I responded with my names, Mark.

I didn’t say much as I pulled out onto the highway again and got back up to speed. Suddenly I felt a hand groping my crotch that responded immediately to the attention it received. As I glanced down at his mid section, he too was supporting a full hard on in his Speedos. Within a short period of time I was shooting my first load into his mouth. He kept sucking away and I nearly drove off the road as my cock got more and more turned on by the excitement, it was more than I could take and concentrate whilst driving.

Pleading with him to stop didn’t work so I clenched my fist and belted him in the balls as hard as I could. He flinched only a little but I could hear load after load of hot boy cum splattering against the fabric of the inside of his Speedos. I had to repeat the fits to his balls to get his attention. He eventually looked up at me and said thank you Sir, I enjoyed that. As I continued to drive Tom pulled his cock out of his Speedos. It was still stiff and I was amazed at the bends in it as it sat up against his pubic bone. Seven inches of hot boy cock steaming pulsating with his heart beat. Please Sir hit me as hard as you can in the balls! I contemplated for just a moment and thought who am I to argue, so I prepared myself and gave it to him as hard as I could. He didn’t bat an eyelid but a second load of cum blasted against his chest and Speedos. It was more than obvious that he loved to be used and needed it as well. I wondered how many truckies had used him already today. Tom just put his cock back in his cum soaked Speedos and tightened the draw string again and allowed his cum to dry on him. We chatted about nothing and as we got into the next town he thanked me for the ride and I let him out near the Post Office. I drove a few more blocks up the street and pulled into a motel and got a room for the night. I went out and had a meal before settling down of the night with the cable TV that was available in the room.

There was a knock on the door, so I got up and opened the door to see Tom standing there. Can I come in he asked? Sure I responded as I moved out of the doorway. He came in and closed and locked the door behind him. He moved over to me and unbuttoned my shorts that I was wearing. I was naked as they hit the floor as that all I had on at the time.

Tom quickly stripped his out of his shorts, Speedos and tee shirt he now had on. We both fell back on the bed and he began to suck me off as I laid back and watched the gay movie that just got under way. By the time the movie finished Tom had sucked me to orgasm three times and I was buggered to say the least especially after the couple of times in the car earlier in the day as well. Again Tom begged to be hit in the balls but I let him plead for awhile. Then I clenched my fists and let fly and didn't stop until he had finished shooting his massive load all over the place. Even then I gave him several more smashes to his nuts before I let up. By the time I ended his torment he was wrecked but at the same time he was thanking me for it, with a thank you Sir, thank you Sir streaming from his mouth over and over. The two of us showered together and he massaged my whole body which was a divine and relaxing feeling. It was getting late so Tom stayed for the night and every now and then I woke to him sucking me off. I think he went to sleep with my balls in his mouth a couple of times. I showered in the morning and Tom followed me in the shower just as I was getting out from under the water. As I dressed I noticed his shorts on the floor and they were caked with his cum from when he had shoot in his pants constantly. From the look of them he must have cum in them a hundred or so times.

Dripping wet Tom came out of the bathroom and simply pulled his shorts back on. Tom didn't have a bad body for such a tall gangly dumb looking lad. He had no body hair to speak of. His long skinny cock has more twist and bends than a road map. His balls were a good medium size in a low hanging floppy hairless sack. I wondered if he really did live in this town by the way he seamed to hesitate in leaving when he knew I wanted to get going. As I packed my bag he slowly left after asking where I was heading too today. So I told him and said I have to fuel up the car and I would be on my way. With that he left as I loaded my car and went and paid the bill. I then went to the servo and did the rounds of fuel, oil and tyres and that sort of thing. I also got a bit to eat and then got on my way. I was thinking about Tom and his situation and weather I would see him again. I didn't have long to wait, not fair out of the town limits there he was walking along side of the road.

So I stopped and picked him up once again. He did not hesitate in getting in; it was like he planed it this way. So I asked him and he said well, yes! I then ask you don't live in the last town do you? No he responded and he went on to say he was from Adelaide some four thousand kilometres away and had left home never to return. Once again he was fondling with my crotch and my cock which has a mind of its own responded to the stimulation it was receiving. We got to talking about all manner of things; it was obvious that Tom wanted to stay with me, and me to take control of his life. I put it to him that I was willing to take a slave on board and he would have to hand his life over to total slavery and that I would be his Master and that failure to obey would bring about punishment. I also explained that he would be giving me total permission to perform any modifications I so choose and wanted for him and that he would want me to do it to him without argument or compromise.

Tom agreed so I said I would draw up a contract for him to sign. I wanted to spend some time in the town we were heading for. I decided I would get a few things to see Tom's reaction. I bought a large heavy Master lock and a smaller one. I found a shop that sold piercing rings and bars. So I bought some along with the needles used to do the piercing. I then went to a men's wear store and bought a pair of overall type shorts in light denim blue and a pair of surf sandals along with a couple of yellow singlets. I took the gear back to our room where Tom was showering and doing some washing for me whilst I was out. On returning I put the supplies out of sight and waited for Tom to finish the chores that I had left him with.

Once finished the washing he came in to join me. I asked him to get the only cloths he had and to sit on the floor in front of me with them. When he was ready I handed him a pair of scissors and ordered him to cut them up including his sneakers. He started slowly but obeyed. I ordered that he now throw the remnants of his cloths in the bin. Then go into the bathroom and shave his pubic bone along with his cock, balls alone with his under-arms and butt and told him that he was to keep them shaved till I could get them done permanently. When he returned he stood in front of me so that I could inspect him. I then handed him the large Master lock and told him to put it around his balls and lock it. I told him to make sure he got all his sack in and out of the way of the hasp, as it would rip a bit of skin off when he closed it if he didn’t. Again I inspected the lock to make sure his balls couldn't work their way through the lock hasp now that it was closed and that the lock wouldn't restrict the blood flow around his scrotum and balls by being to tight.

The lock was perfect and the weight of the lock kept a constant downward pull on his scrotum and nuts. I wanted his already floppy sack to stretch and pull his balls further down away from his body. The lock also forced his balls to turn out slightly which gave me a better target when I wanted to hit them. I also informed him that from now on his name was either “boy” or “it” as Tom no longer existed. He simply said thank you Sir!

I then ordered him to lay his back on the table, which he did without thinking. I got my piercing gear ready and prepared everything, as I wanted to do several piercing at the same time on him. I have done quiet a lot of piercing in my time. Many people were running around the country with rings and things hanging out of allsorts of body places that I had done for them. So I wasn’t afraid to do them, in fact I love piercing people. I didn’t tie him down as I wanted him to get used to me doing things to him all the time without him attempting to protect himself and I wanted him to do it voluntarily for me.

I cleaned his nipples in Betadine first, picked up the forceps and then plunged the needle complete with cannular through the right nipple. Then I pulled the needle out leaving the cannular behind, boy held his breath for a moment or two as the needle went through his flesh. I then did the same to his left nipple. I then pushed a fourteen gauge ring and inch in diameter into one end of the cannular and then feed the ring through the piercing and fitted a capsulated ball onto each ring before sloshing more antiseptic over the lot to complete that exercise. My next point to pierce was the septum in his noise using a twelve gauge ring again an inch in diameter and fitted a ball to the ends that is eight millimetres in diameter.

With those three piercing’s done I turned my attention to boy’s dick. I laid a board across his abdomen and told him to hold it in place with both hands and not to move. I sloshed Betadine over the head of his dick and pulled it back up on the board he was holding. I gently pushed a heavy plastic rod down through the eye of his dick before I picked up an extremely sharp punch tool that I had made up earlier and carried with me. I showed him the punch that would leave a five millimetre hole in what ever it was forced through. His eyes bugged out of his head when I showed it to him, which was the effect I wanted to achieve in him seeing I wasn’t using any pain killers or ice to dull the effects of it. His breathing became rapid so I told him to take three big deep breaths slowly. As he completed the last slow breath I gave the punch a hit with a hammer. His body jumped within him but he didn’t move so I just said good boy. The punch left a neat five millimetre hole on the underside of his dick through his urethra to do a Prince Albert piercing, there was a bit of blood but not much. I put some pressure on the site for a moment or two and the bleeding stopped. In stead of putting a ring through the eye of his dick and out the hole I had just made I fitted the smaller of the two padlocks and snapped it closed and took the keys. I cleaned him up with antiseptic and allowed him to get up and spend some time looking at him self in the mirror. I asked him if he like what he saw and he responded that he did!

We continued our travels together and spent a lot of time at the beach swimming and sun bathing. Boy healed quickly and he was unable to get his dick into anything with these days with the lock in place and never asked either. I would often make him wear Speedos when down on the beach as it was obvious that he had a padlock on the end of his dick by the shape it made in the fabric let alone the lock on his balls. I would also make him take showers in public in the shower blocks, but I would make him remove his Speedos the moment he entered the area and to keep his hands to the sides or back, but never to cover his genitals. I wanted all to see him with a lock around his nuts and the other through the head of his dick. I made him endure any public condemnation or taunts that were thrown his way if any. Most of the time the other guys around would just call him a pervert and move out. I was always close by in case someone decided to get too personal or physical towards him. Over time I increased the size of the lock and weight of it as we stretched the piercing itself. I always make sure a Prince Albert piercing is done deep enough that it won’t tear out. The hasp of the lock in him now is ten millimetres thick and he sure knows its there as it tugs on his dick and balls all the time.

I met up with a mate of mine, James in North Queensland and spent a couple of weeks with him. He was impressed with my work on boy and I talked about some of the things I wanted to do with him. James had a constant hard on as we talked, we made boy do all the house work and all the cooking so he was fairly busy from dawn to dusk. James was into tattooing, scarification and branding so we sat and talked about what we could do. He told me that the new local Vet in area was into body modification but he was away but would be back when we returned on our return trip south, so I got James’ to organise it for me.

James and I sat and looked at some tattoo designs I had. I love the Omega shape and settled on one I had designed that was multi coloured and had a green number seven in it. I wanted to get it tattooed on my left side ankle and shoulder so that they stood out and would be full of bright colours that would last. So that night James did the two tattoos I want on me whilst boy was busy cleaning the house from top to bottom. We talked whilst he tattooed away and we would do the same on boy but on his right hand side and his tattoos would only be green and instead of the number seven he would have the words “boy slave” under each other on the bottom of the tattoos. I also wanted the word “Slave” put on his back just above his bum that would still show when he wore his Speedos or shorts without a shirt on. I got onto a web site that allowed a master to register his slave and they would then issue you with a unique bar code number that could then be tattooed across the back of his neck along with the number and again I wanted the word “Slave” there too.

A suggestion from James was that he make up a brand with of the Omega symbol and that we brand his right hand butt check and pectoral muscle and we could make it a commitment ceremony for the two of us. He went on to say the tattoos on our ankle and shoulders would indicate that we were Master and slave. I thought it was a tremendous suggestion and that we should do it. The two tattoos were completed on me and covered in cream and bandaged. All that boy could see was the two bandages but not was under them. In the morning James did the two tattoos on boy in green and then went and made up two branding irons. The one for his butt was much bigger than the on for his chest. He showed them to me and they looked great. We didn’t say anything to boy till after tea. James took my bandages off so boy could see that we both had Master and slave copies of the same thing. Then we told him of the ceremony for tonight. Boy went a bit quiet and he rubbed his bum a little but that was his only reaction to the news given him.

The time came to get boy ready and I said that I was going to restrain him for this one because we didn’t want to make a mess of the brands and end up with a horrible mess and ruin him. James had done a dozen brands before so I left it to him to make boy ready. We had him standing and his feet tied between two posts but not to spread his legs and distort his butt. His arms were tided above him so that he was forced to stand straight up. We then strapped his waist to a post in front of him. This kept his butt just right and the front of him clear to work on his chest. His chest and butt were cleaned down in rubbing alcohol and we were ready. James said to boy, do you accept all that Master Mark your owner gives and dose to you for the rest of your life? Boy responded yes, totally! Do you Master Mark accept responsibility for boy and his welfare and health? I do, was my response! With that I brand your slave as a mark of his submission to you. With that the brand was applied to his butt ensuring it seared the area we wanted it to. Boy moaned loudly as the metal hit and melted the butt skin under it. The branding spread a little but did not go out of shape or loose definition. His skin was red raw where the metal hit and it raised itself way off the unburnt flesh. I wanted to rub it as it looked that good but didn’t as I didn’t want to hurt boy more than we needed too to achieve the end result. Boy’s body shock and swear poured off him as his body tried to come to grip with what it had been put through. I am sure his butt must be really hurting as the heat of the brand was left to sink deep into him. We continued to the front, to do his pectoral muscle brand. We didn’t want this brand to bleed down into the darker skin of his nipple. So James had to ensure he got the position just right as the scar of the brand always went far wider than the thickness of metal making up the branding tool.

Boy hung there looking at us and tried to maintain a smile on his face even though he was hurting and hurting bad for me. James readied himself and boy’s eyes widened as the branding tool came closer and closer to his body and as it hit his unprotected skin a light squeal came from his lips but that was it. The second smaller brand sat on his chest proudly and clearly for the entire world to see. He positioned it just perfect, leaving the mark clear and separated from his nipple skin. We left him hang there for a few minutes and gave him some water to drink and then cleaned him up and allowed him to sleep. His brands healed completely over the next four weeks and are clear and well raised. It took a bit longer for the skin around the brandings to loosen up and stop pulling and his brands now look a natural part of him now.

We continued our trip and I still take him swimming at the beach each day and continue to make him shower in the public places every time. He doesn’t need to be told as soon as he gets in he removes his Speedos or shorts what ever I have allowed him to wear and allow everyone in the place to see his two padlocks, his tattoos and two brandings. I also love the way his nut sack has stretched as it is going to make a good money purse when I have it cut off him in a few months time. Boy knew one of his big body modifications was going to happen on our return trip to James’ place. In some ways I believe he is looking forward to it. We took a little longer than planed to get back to James’ but the time gave boy the chance to stretch the sack even bigger for me. Whilst we were away I did a couple of saline fills to his ball bag and the last time it did it we took all night and got three litres of fluid into it. His bag was enormous and hung below his knees. His cock was all swollen and out of shape as the fluid forced itself down the shaft and it looked quiet grotesque with the padlock still hanging out of the swollen head. The saline infusions always left his balls hanging lower each time and after the bag had gone down I would refit the padlock to his sack to maintain the stretch on it.

On arriving at James’ he came running out to greet us and was mightily impressed with the tattoos and brandings now they were more than healed. He also noticed just how low boy’s nut sack was now hanging and went over and had a good old feel around. He commented that his nut even sit in the bottom of his sack so the cords must have stretch rather well in the process. That night we called the Vet and made arrangements for him to come out the following night for a meal and to then remove boy’s nut sack and tan it as well as a full castration on boy. I allowed boy to cum during the night and I licked it from his chest and said, boy like you have my seed in you, I now have yours in me, this is a special time for us both and there is no going back. He whispered I have never wanted to go back Master, thank you for all you have done to me; I greatly appreciate all you do. He then went down and sucked me off before the two of us fell asleep. The following day passed quickly and it wasn’t long when Scott the Vet arrived. We talked over the meal about what we wanted to do to boy.

I told him that I wanted the scrotum fully removed and tanned and turned into a money pouch. I said I wanted the area where his balls came off from to look like he had never had balls in his life and that the skin would be tight and smooth around the base of his cock with little scaring. I asked that very little anaesthetic be used as I wanted him to feel it as he gives up his balls for me as a gift of submission. I asked if I could be the one who gets to cut the cords to his nuts when it was time, I wanted to be the one that makes him a eunuch. Scott said your wish is my command and I handed over the fee for doing the job. We took boy and prepared him on a make shift operating table. We strapped his body down but left his hands free. His legs were put in the stirrups and lashed to it and the area was covered in antiseptic. Scott injected a little sedative around the groin area just to dull the pain but not mask it out completely.

Scott then moved into position and picked up a pen and felt around the base of boy’s cock, he marked several places on the skin of the cock and bag before having another good feel around. He then picked up his first new and sharp scalpel and held it up pausing for a moment or two and then said, let’s go! With that he carefully began cutting up high and around boy’s scrotum and the base of his cock. Boy’s body tensed as the knife began to separate tissue from tissue. A fine red line of blood formed around the area being cut. Scott took his time and soon we started to see boy’s nut sack slowly begin to open up revealing some cords behind it. Scott continued to open up the bag till he had separated it from the base of boy’s cock. The sack did not fall off boy’s balls till Scott did a few things inside the bag. Then he carefully slid the sack off of boy’s cords and testicles, what a sight. The sack was a magnificent and impressive to see. It was huge and would make a wonderful money purse. The scrotum was laid in a stainless steel dish and covered in a fluid whilst boy’s balls hung low down on his butt on their well stretched cords, still alive and pulsating at this point. Still pushing hormones and cum into him for his body to use but only just for a few more moments longer.

Boy lay their quietly and we held hands and looked each other in the eyes whilst the others got things ready for the next step in the process. Scott tied off each of boy’s cords with well placed stitches high up after he had pulled the cord out as far as he could get them. A new scalpel was picked up and the cords lifted. Scott handed me the scalpel and showed me where to cut. I moved the blade across the cord and boys left ball fell to the table with a thud, whilst the cords made a hasty retreat back into his body cavity. I simply said that’s one boy. Scott readied the next and showed me where and with a quick flick his right ball joined its brother on the table and its cord disappeared for ever. I said I want to keep his balls once they are preserved and they were tossed into the dish with the scrotum in it. Scott spent a lot of time trimming tissue and carefully placing very fine stitches in the area where boys ball sack once hung proudly from him.

When he finished there were a set of fine stitches that ran through the centre of the base of boys cock like the medium line that used to be in his sack and joined the continuing line to his butt hole. Now that he is healed that’s all you notice is a fine dull line that looks like the normal line that should be there. The skin around the base of his cock is tight and smooth and most people that have inspected him up closes all agreed that he looks like he had never had balls in his life. His scrotum now holds my loose change and is a good six inches in depth from where the draw sting goes around it to keep its contents safe. His balls are mounted on a trophy in the main room of our house and boy often stands their looking at them and says I like your balls Master.

Boy has now had numerous other modifications, has been pierced many times since and adorns many more tattoos since his balls came off. His brands still sit as proud reminders that he is my property. The brands are well raised and a dark pink come maroon colour against the rest of his flesh and there is no hiding them. Boy still wears a padlock though the head of his cock with pride and is a great root and he can sure service me in every way. I still take him to the beaches and make him strip in the public showers whilst he showers and redress so that everyone there can see him. The looks he gets with no balls and the rest of his body adornment is one huge turn on for me and boy.