boy and Mark 1

Now Christmas was approaching, uncle had been invited to his parents home to share the family celebration and this would be boy’s first encounter with his uncle unless the two of them got together beforehand.

As boy reflected upon the months that had passed he thought carefully about the implicit decisions and indecision that the mere passage of time had represented.

That whole day had been amazing after he had chosen to accept an invitation out of his explorations on the Net. Yes, boy seized the opportunity, he had taken the risk, he had opened his life a bit further as he accepted Mark’s invitation to get some training, to use Mark’s listening ear to explore who he was and whom he might now become.

boy recalled Mark’s words, "remember that I’m a trainer and a fellow explorer. I’m not a Master, boy, but I do reckon that you’ll want to accept my advice on training, right ?"

"Right, Mark !", boy had replied and so he had started as a candidate in the Network.

"You’ll wonder what the Network is," Mark had said, "suffice to say you have already encountered its members on the Eunuch Archive – we’ve been getting to know you, to like you and, yes, we admire your persistence, inquisitiveness and those photos your web page."

"I’d be glad if you had a little patience with us as we get to know you still better. Yes, be persistent with training but hold back on the inquisitive side, wait to be told that you can ask questions but always ask if you reckon that you’re unclear about something that I’ve advised you to do."

"As a candidate, it’s entirely up to you whether you accept my advice. It will be helpful to me if you’d let me know whether or not you have accepted my advice when it’s not obvious to me. And, for the time being – for instance – I’d advise you to stay off chatlines – it would be best for you to focus on your training without the confusion that their intoxicating cocktail of fantasy and reality."

"Being open with each other will develop over time – you’ve made an excellent start today but I shall understand your reticence if I seem to be going at a pace faster than the pace with which you feel comfortable."

Somehow, Mark’s laid back approach wasn’t quite what boy had expected of his outing – it seemed to contrast starkly with that shocking like flash of recognition when boy had seen uncle.

uncle, his thoughts flashed back to uncle – how would the two of them cope with the knowledge each now had about the other – uncle whom boy had always seen as boring and who he now knew to have a whole other side to his life. boy wondered how much uncle had gleaned. Had uncle noticed boy’s nipple ring beneath his T-shirt as boy had been relatively conventional in his dress, plain jeans and over trainers but he did have a No.2 buzz cut and uncle probably wondered what had brought his nephew to that part of town.

Then boy remembered telling uncle that he’d been told that I’d be recognised and that whoever recognised me would bring him to this meeting and that conversation had continued as boy asked, "how long have you been a sub-male, uncle, and what else is pierced?"

As he thought back boy thought of uncle saying, "it’s a bit more complicated than that" – boy’s mind fixed on uncle’s groin, what lay beneath the pierced cock – more complicated or really quite simple.

Since then boy had glanced at many groins – the hairy and the smooth, the cut and the uncut, those already pierced and each in boy’s thoughts, ready for further piercing…

Mark had seemed reluctant to look at boy’s naked body, indeed boy recalled his slight disappointment when he had been hoping for admiration. That brought back other memories of his final shower at Mark’s place for that thorough wash that Mark had commanded. Soaping his intact body, boy had thought of mods that might lie ahead, Washing his No.2 cropped hair he thought of it all shaved off – at the top of a hairless body, Soaping his upper arms and chest, he thought of bold tribal tattoos, clean edged, black against his white skin, Moving down to his balls he imagined them being prepared for the Burdizzo clamp, those cords loosening in a hot, hot, bath, hands pulling them down, feeling for those cords, the initial shock of cold steel, the sudden pain on one side as the jaws closed and those long seconds as the sustained pressure did its severing work .

Back then, in the shower, boy had braced himself to contemplate the crushing of his second set of cords. By now he would have experienced real pain. Second time it would probably be worse. Would he go through with the second set ? Would he have arranged a "safe word", a word to save his remaining manhood before his balls were cut off from their life’s blood, their feeling gone, his spunk soon to be sterile and life as a eunuch there stretching out in front of him.

Moving a soapy hand up and down his partly engorged cock, he thought about it gradually shrinking, losing much of its purpose, maybe becoming redundant, maybe a home for piercings. In his imagination, each bump became part of a frenum ladder and, in his mind’s eye, boy saw a good big PA ring, like uncle’s.

Moving to his backside, boy picked up a scrubbing brush and rubbed hard until his backside glowed. He thought of a Master thrashing the reddened surface, of deepening red, of the blues, the blacks and the purples of his bruising.

As boy scrubbed his right buttock, he winced slightly at the thought of a branding iron pressed on and burning his flesh. He even seemed to catch the smell of burning flesh, perhaps the smell of cooking sausages had reached his nose, as boy sniffed.

The ring that hung through uncle’s nose came back to boy as he considered his private thoughts and the extent to which any of this could be exposed to Mark, let alone to a wider public.

Thinking of exposure reminded boy of the brief pair of tight black shorts Mark left for him to put on and Mark looking up, raising his gaze no higher than boy’s chest and still denying him that eye-to-eye contact. That chest had interested Mark in itself, ‘had it never had adult hair ?’ Mark had wondered, ‘or has boy learnt to keep it clean to show off, yes, one small steel ring through boy’s right nipple…’ Mark had not commented.

The two of them had lunched quietly on good size sausages, new potatoes, whole carrots and some shallots… all reminding boy of male genitals, just as Mark had planned.

Since then they hadn’t met face-to-face, Mark’s training of boy had been handled electronically nor had boy seen uncle. As Mark had indicated the Network had continued getting to know boy, testing his persistence. As Mark had said the Network expected patience and that boy would be persistent with training and hold back on the inquisitive side, waiting to be told that he could ask questions but always letting him ask Mark if there was anything unclear in Mark’s advice.

Mark’s ‘advice’ always advice, always optional but always advice that boy accepted and upon which boy acted. Maybe the time had come to ask advice about uncle but should he reveal the relationship ?