My Pseudo Castration As A Slave (Part 1)

(Inspired by a true incident at the baths.)

By eunuchseeker.

It was a Friday evening, and I went to the local gay baths to play a while. During one of my hall sojourns, I noticed a very handsome, thickset, barrel-chested man in his room. He was about 6'3", 200#, had a bit of a belly, but was 100% solid and furry from head to toe. A thick chewable moustache and sparkling blue eyes topped off the picture. He was laying down on his bed, and playing with an enormous hardon. His uncut dick had to be at least 8" long, and was nearly as thick as a beer can. It was also rock-hard, and sat atop a pair of enormous hairy balls.

I nodded, he nodded back, and I entered his room. He remained reclining, as I sat down and ran my hand over his stocky, furry chest, body, and tree trunk legs. He smiled, making his bushy moustache even more appealing, then reached down and waggled his dick at me. Not one to miss an obvious hint, I leaned down and took his granite dick in my mouth. I always like giving head, but something about his manner, body, and sexual energy really captivated me, inspiring me to give him a blow job that just about had him climbing the walls. After a few minutes, it became clear that I couldn’t properly deep-throat his dick from the angle at which I was sitting, so I moved, kneeling between his legs, and resumed what I was doing. I was so thoroughly into sucking his dick of life that I started playing with myself automatically, and was shocked when I felt his foot kick my hand. Certain that it was an involuntary reflex, I started again – and was shocked when he kicked my hand away from my dick a second time. “Don’t play with yourself,” he growled in a deep baritone voice, “that’s my perogative. I don’t even want to see you humping the bed.”

For some reason, this excited me even further, and I went into overdrive, careful to keep my hands on his body at all times, playing with his huge balls in their furry sack, and running my fingers through the bountiful hair that covered his body like a solid mat. It was then that I made the mistake of touching my balls, which were kind of mashed up against one leg.

Suddenly, he pushed my head away. “Hold it. I think we’ve got a problem to solve before you can properly service me.” I just looked at him, not understanding. “I’m the man, you’re the boy; I’m supposed to be getting all of the pleasure out of my body, and you’re supposed to be getting pleasure out of giving me that pleasure. I think we need to do something to remind you of that.”

He saw the stretchy gel-rubber cockring I had on. “Ah, that will do nicely.” He made me take it off, then he carefully grabbed my scrotum with one enormous hand, gently squeezing. I didn’t know what he had in mind, but figured he just wanted to play with my balls, which were quite large in their naturally hairless sack. Imagine my surprise when he squeezed my balls up into my body cavity! It didn’t hurt, but it sure felt strange. He then took the stretch gel cockring I’d been wearing, and wound it around my empty scrotum three times before sitting back to examine his handiwork. “There,” he said, “that’s better. Without your balls hanging down to distract you, you should be able to concentrate on my balls and dick.”

He then pulled my head back down onto his dick, which had, impossibly, gotten even harder when he examined my now ball-less scrotum. I reached down to feel myself, and received a very hard kick in the hand. “No! Bad boy! That’s my property now, and I didn’t give you permission to play with yourself.” He then pulled a pair of leather wristcuffs out of the gym bag next to the bed, and glared at me, “Do I have to put these on you?” I was shocked to find myself nodding silently and submissively. “Fine,” he said, and cuffed my hands behind my back, then pulled me back onto his precum-dribbling dick to finish what I had started.

I was clumsy at first, not being used to giving head with my hands behind my back, but I soon managed a comfortable rhythm, and fell into a sort of sexual trance. My dick had become rock hard as soon as he’d tied off my scrotum, and it felt weirdly natural to have my hard dick flopping around with the weight of my balls. I got even more turned on by not having balls to flop around than by the incredible dick I was happily sucking. “Does it turn you on to have me deny you gratification while servicing me?” asked my new master. I made a sort of “Mm-hm” sound of agreement without taking his dick out of my mouth. “That’s a good start,” he said, “we’ll see what else we can do with you later. For now, let’s see how good of a ball-less suck-slave you can be.” I was so turned on by his rough comments that I thought I was coming, but quickly realized it was him spurting into my mouth. I happily swallowed the salty seed, and continued sucking until I thought his dick would go soft, but it didn’t.

“Care for a chaser?” he asked. I stopped at looked at him. “You know what I’m asking,” he said. I grunted a positive acknowledgement. “Do you understand that I’m giving you a choice, which is something I won’t normally do?” I grunted yes again, still unwilling to take his dick out of my mouth. “If you do this, I will consider this act as binding you to me for the rest of the weekend. I will control your body and your actions at all times. Is this acceptable? To say no, remove your mouth from my dick and leave. To say yes, keep my dick in your mouth and receive my offering.” I knelt there quietly for a moment, then looked up at him from my position kneeling between his legs, silently imploring and giving my permission, all at once. “Open wide, baby,” he said, “this is going to be a big one.” If I thought his cum was salty, it was nothing compared to his piss, which flooded my mouth, nearly came out my nose, and felt incredibly erotic as I swallowed it as fast as I could, forming a hot stream which I could feel flowing out of the end of his huge dickhead, through my mouth, and down my throat to my stomach. I felt that I sensed a stream of golden energy binding us, his dick to my intestines. I had never tasted anything so heady in my life – or perhaps it was just the circumstances that left me feeling punch drunk.

When he was finished, I milked his dick dry and carefully sucked every bit of moisture from it as I pulled my mouth off. He felt his dry dick, and smiled. “You’re a natural born slave, boy. I’ve kept boys for years that couldn’t learn that trick no matter how many times I tried to teach them. You’re coming home with me for the rest of the weekend. Go check out of your locker, and meet me at the front desk in 10 minutes. Say nothing to anybody. And don’t touch your dick or balls … you are to leave that cockring on your ballsack until I remove it myself, hear?” I nodded my agreement. “I may decide to modify you permanently, but we’ll leave that decision to later on in the weekend.” Ten minutes later, as I stood in front of the drafty front desk, waiting for him to appear, I couldn’t decide if I was doing something really crazy for the first time in my life … or something incredibly sane.

[to be continued...]