The Miners Bolthole

By: Littledick.

I was born and grew up in a large rural mining community. My father was killed in a mining disaster when I was seven. My mother remarried when I was nine and since then she and my no good son of a bitch step father and her have been whacked out on drugs since they married. They have abused me on many occasions but at the same time it has given me much of my freedom, as they never know what’s real or hallucinatory in their pathetic ineffectual minds.

My friends and I screwed around a lot together in my early years. It didn’t take long to work out I was attracted to men and with my little dick I knew I would never satisfy a woman. I had all the guys I liked, and as time went on I liked my sex rougher and rougher. To get slapped or punched in the balls was pure delight and have me shooting my little boy dicky without touching it. My mates loved slapping my balls around or giving my crotch a kick while I was out with them. I would cum all over myself whilst dressed in my leather shorts or jeans. Leather was my favourite apparel and was collecting more and more pieces as I could afford it. I had several pairs of leather jocks that were like a second skin and would almost glue themselves to my balls with the slightest amount of sweat around. Then I had a pair of button up shorts and jeans along with a short sleaved shirt. A pair of Dr Martin’s seven-hole lace up boots to complete my leather attire for now

I loved the idea of tattoos and body piercing and modifications but had to wait because of my age at this point. I absolutely treasured the idea of being a sex slave with no rights what so ever for someone to own me and have their total way with me. I would fantasies about it all the time and my dick would hurt straining against their leather bounds. Even in school uniform I would always wear me leather jocks and Dr Martin’s. However I wanted more, more than my mates could give me or were able to in the sex department. I found the Eunuch Archive on the Internet and after reading the stories I would have a three and a half-inch hard on all night (told you I wouldn’t satisfy a woman). My fantasies grew and grew and it was all I would think about in the quiet moments or when I was at home alone. I had a friend who was old enough and he bought me several leather bondage devices. My favourite was a strap that I would wear around my balls and then clip a second one over the top to separate the atoms as it were. Fortunately I had good sized balls but that was it, I wore it all the time apart from in the shower.

I couldn’t wait for my eighteenth birthday to so I could go to those places I wasn’t allowed into now, but till then I could only dream of it. The six months till then dragged out and I still hadn’t grown any more physically. I am still only five foot two inches tall, slim waist, well less than an inch of slack dick, three and a half-inches full on. However I have nice sized floppy balls, my body is almost hairless and all my mates just love my succulent, luscious butt. I have blue eyes blond hair; white teeth and a cute face that says bring on the fun and games. A dangerous word to use around me was to use the word “dare” in a sentence. Wild horse couldn’t keep me out of it and into mischief to complete or achieve the dare offered.

On the day of my eighteenth my parents were spaced out on drugs as usual. The way they looked they wouldn’t be back for several weeks. My stepfather was out of it sprawled naked on the bed and it was already late afternoon. I took the opportunity to smack the bastard in the balls several times as hard as I could. He was so out of it, he didn’t even try to protect himself so I belted him several more times. At one stage I think I ruptured his right ball so to check it out, I grabbed it and squeezed the dame thing and it popped in my fingers. I let out a cheer before checking out the other nut but it didn’t pop. I went off to wash my hands and as I did the doorbell rang. I finished washing my hands and answered the door. It was my mates so I told them just what I did. They all went in to check and Tim grabbed his nut sack and said”yep” ones gone. With that he took hold of the other ball and squashed it for all his might. Then with a huge grunt he applied all the pressure he could and everyone in the room heard the ball pop and watched it deflate between his fingers to mush in his small sack. Finally I got him back and he wouldn’t know who did it or how it happened. I rejoiced over his now shrinking nut sack devoid of working balls. He was never a man in my opinion with or without balls so what difference could it make now that they were gone, good riddens I say.

With that we all took off, the guys had planed a day of fun for me. The first thing we did was to go down to the Birth, Deaths and Marriages office. I had to take some papers they had sent me to get my “ID” card to prove I was eighteen. I would need it because I only looked fifteen or sixteen at the most. After that we had a bite to eat and then hit the bars and clubs. The guys took me to a gay leather bar I had always wanted to go to. As we arrived and I saw it I got so excited I just about peed myself. We went in after showing our Id’s; we bought a beer each, and sat down at a table to enjoy ourselves. We were on our second beer when this stunning looking guy dressed in leather jeans and shirt came in. He was also wearing lots of chains and he has the most gorgeous face I had ever seen and his head is also topped with blond hair. He walked across the room with an air of confidence that oozed character and charm. People just seemed to make way for him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and my mates noticed my reaction to him and they were watching me watching him. The guy eventually sat down on the other side of the room almost directly opposite us. He ordered a drink as some other people came in and sat with him and talked.

All the time I had my eyes on him. I don’t know how long I had been gawking at him when he suddenly made eye contact with me. Our eyes locked for what seemed an hour but it must have been only seconds when some people walked between us and broke off my gaze. My mates eventually got me back to reality and the guy had gone. All I know was that his image invaded all my dreams and fantasies that followed. I couldn’t get the image of the guy out of my mind. I even went back to the club one night through the week hoping to see him. I had to take a leak so I found the toilets and was I surprised with the action going on back there. As I took a leak a couple of big miner type guys unbuttoned my leather shots and one guy was up my butt whilst I was still peeing. I ended up getting laid a couple of times before I returned home totally satisfied with my night out.

However I dreamed that the blond leather guy from the other night was one of the guys who had screwed me and I was in heaven. My dream was broken when my mum came into my room at home all upset. It’s the first time I had seen her since my birthday several days before. She was trying to apologise for missing my birthday and I just replied you don’t give a toss since you married that piece of shit. I am sorry she cried, your not you’re drugged out of your brain and have been for years, your pathetic I touted. You haven’t been a mother to me for nine odd years; you don’t even know who I am or what’s important to me anymore, when dad died you died as well so go to hell. That waist of space you married after dad has done nothing but abuse you and me since you brought him here. She said nothing of the old boy’s injuries, she may not have known anything of them at this point as she was hardly together and he was always drugged more than her. I went off to bed and dreamed of my blond leather guy. The following day I got myself a job down at the mine as a stores clerk. It didn’t pay much but there was no way I wanted to work underground and a job would give me some more money to follow my dreams and get out of home.

That night I took myself off the gay leather bar once more. There were not many people there and most of them left. I went over and started reading some notices on a notice board about different things that were on. I was engrossed in one notice about the gay leather life. The bar tender came over and told me that a motor cycle gang held their meeting here tonight that’s why the others had left and it wouldn’t pay to hang around. I was disappointed but left the bar and went wandering around the streets for awhile before going home to bed. I was also disappointed that I hadn’t seen my blond dream guy. The next night the guys came over and we all went over to Wayne’s to watch videos. It was the following night I went back to the bar. The place was empty once again so I got talking to the bar tender again. He started asking questions about me and my likes and what I wanted out of life. He seemed to be a pleasant enough guy so I told him what type of relationship I was hoping to find one day. A couple of others came in and he went off to serve them. The place soon filled up and without a word of warning my Blond Pin-up walked in. He spoke with the bar tender for some time. He then went and sat down at the same table he did the first time I saw him. After some time, others joined him and as they were talking quiet intently with him. We eventually eye balled each other; he smiled at me as our eyes locked together. This time he didn’t take his eyes off me for several minutes. He handed one of the guys at his table a card and then left the bar.

Once again I was mesmerised by his presents. The fellow he handed the card to came over to me and asked, what’s your name boy? I replied Scott Sir. He gave me the card and without a further word he turned and walked away. I looked at the card, it simply said, go to Dr. James tomorrow. The card had his address and told me to just give him my first name. That night I hardly slept my head was swimming with all sorts of thoughts, but thoughts particularly of my Blond Pin-up. I went to work the next day and rushed to the Doctors after work and told his receptionist that I was Scott and had to come and see the Doctor today. I was hoping the Doctor was my blond leather man. I was ushered in and I was disappointed to see another good looking man but not the blond. The Doctor gave me a complete physical exam and took some blood for testing. He told me to come back the same time tomorrow. Again I didn’t sleep wondering what it was all about, as the Doctor gave nothing away about the intrigue. I did as I was told and returned the following afternoon. I had to wait till the patient with him had been seen when I was called in. He handed me a card and just said follow the instruction boy and all the best.

The card gave instructions, Scott come to the following address Friday night seven p.m. sharp; don’t say anything to anyone, Daniel. Two days I had to wait, I was just about beside myself. My fanaticise were running rife, I was glad I had work to whittle away some of the hours in the day. I rang my mates and told them I would not be able to meet them this Friday evening. Friday arrive and I rushed home from work and spent ages in the shower. It had been a stinking hot day so I dressed in my leather shorts and string singlet and Dr. Martins. I left home early to go into town and find the address on the card. The address given was a multi story apartment block with a foyer and security and all that sort of thing. I approached the desk and told them I was Scott and was told to meet a Daniel here. The guy just said take lift number three boy. Go to the top floor and push the button on the door in the foyer there. There is only one button so you won’t mistake it. I strolled over and pushed the button and waited for the lift. I got in and went up, the door opened and I exited and pressed the button as instructed.

Some moments passed and the door opened and before me stood my dream blond pin up. Hello Scotty my name is Daniel. I nearly fainted with delight. He ushered me in and got me a drink and we started to talk. He just about told me my life story along with all my desires. The look on my face must have been priceless when he told me that he knew Wayne my mate, the bartender and my boss at work. He told me I was held in high esteem and worked hard. Daniel told me to strip and stand in front of him. Then went on to tell me what he was looking for in a boy. I had a raging hard on (if three and a half-inches can be considered a raging hard on?) as he told me what he wanted from a boy. He knew I was excited about what I was hearing but I noted a change in Daniel’s approach. He told me he wanted me to get all my affairs in order and to be back in two days time if I was going to accept his offer. I was not to give my parents my address and that there would be a three-month probation period in which either one of us could back out and go our own ways again if it didn’t work out.

It didn’t take me two days to get the few merger possessions that I owned into a bag and get ready. I only had one bank account so on the second day I withdrew the money and closed it. Daniel would take care of the rest of my affairs at the appropriate time. I went into work and told them that I was not returning to my job. My boss already knew that and he wished me well for the future. Fortunately mum and the slacker were out of their brains again so I just left the house and walked into town along the harbour. The trip should have taken me two to three hours. A half an hour into my walk a car horn tooted, I turned to see Daniel beckoning me to get in which I did. He asked me if I did all I had too and I told him I had apart from notifying the government of my address change as he asked me to, which I was going to do in town, but he said he would fix it. Good boy, he told me, he went on to say that from now on I wasn’t to play with myself in any way shape or from. That if I did he would punish me and that any form of punishment I got would be very sever. I acknowledge his command.

As of now I was to address him as “Sir”. I would be address simply as “boy”. He pulled the car into an isolated spot and told me he had to pick up a client. He wanted me to get into the boot and to be absolutely quiet but he also wanted me to strip and put a condom on which had to remain in place till we got home. So I stripped off and put my cloths in my bag and put on the condom he handed me. Daniel put the bag on the back floor of the car and I got into the trunk of the car and Daniel closed the lid. He drove for about ten minutes and parked the car and got out. Sir was gone for some time when I heard muffled voices coming toward the car. I felt the car move, a door close and an engine start but it must have been the car along side of us because I heard it drive off and I wasn’t moving. Then I head my master’s voice and our car start and we were moving. I felt a cool breeze flowing over me, which must have been the flow through circulation from the car air conditioning. I could hear the conversation going on and it was all about sales figures and stuff like that. I got bounced about quiet a bit before I head Sir say goodbye to the other passenger and the car stop and the person got out. The car moved off once again and the next thing I knew the car stopped in an underground park and the boot was opened and my bag was thrown at me and I was ordered to follow. We got into a lift and exited in the foyer of Sirs place. Go and have a shower boy and I will show you want I want for now, Sir pulled the condom off and I obeyed.

I returned to the kitchen from the shower, there was snack arranged out on the table in two places that Sir had prepared. Sir told me to sit and we eat what he had prepared together. After I had washed up from the snack I was taken into another room and told to lie on a stainless steel table. Two other guys came in and a bright light was turned on over the table. The two guys and Sir came over and started inspecting my backside. Every time they found a hair or bit of bum fluff they used an electrolysis machine and removed the hair. Once they were satisfied they had gotten all the hair off my backside including my sphincter they turned me over and started on the front. I eventually fell asleep as they worked away, Sir just smiled without saying anything because he knew every time they used their machine it stung somewhat but in spite of it I had fallen contently asleep.

About two in the morning we all went off to bed, my new Master took me to his and screwed me silly. He held me so tightly that I didn’t care what he did to me. His touch gave me a sense of warmth and security, more than I expected from a Master. Next morning it gave Sir great pleasure to work on my ball sack removing any sign of a hair or follicle he could find using his magnifying glass to find the hair. He spent a lot of time rolling my big balls around in their sack; the look on his face of fascination spoke heaps. Once finished he placed me in an old black two hundred-litre plastic pickle barrel. My head stuck out of the top and he filled the container with a weird smelling hot fluid. I felt my body heat up before it began to sting and itch all over. The stinging sensation lasted for about an hour and after the fluid cooled off I was removed from the barrel and sent to the shower. After the shower my body was rubbed down with a soothing cream. I was given a number one buzz cut and then some thick yellowish cream was applied to my hairline, face and neck. Again the cream caused my skin to tingle and after thirty minutes it was washed off and a moisturiser was applied to my head. There was no way I could now ever have body hair apart from my head, eyebrows and eyelashes. I would now be as smooth as or smoother than a baby’s bum for the rest of my life including my face and I was happy about it along with Sir.

Later on Sir came in with a large surgical stainless steel ring with a funny end on it. He carefully pushed my floppy ball sack through the opening before the guys brought in a hug-crimping tool. They used the tool to close the ring into the end tight enough to stop my balls from getting free but not tight enough to stop the circulation to my nuts or sack. I looked like I had doggy balls. I was fitted out with several other rings, my nipples were pierced alone with the septum in my noise and my tiny cock was given a Prince Albert. Apart from that no other body modifications were done till my probation period was completed. Sir sure used me through this period as he trained me to do all the house work and chores for him and fitted heavier and heavier weights to my balls. Sir had his mining engineer’s offices down stairs in the same building with communications between the office and penthouse. Sir would always tell me that he was going mining as he screwed my butt with his eleven inches of hot drilling bit.

After a couple of weeks I almost had an erection all the time which didn’t go unnoticed even though it was small and it was difficult not touching it. When I had to put on my leather shorts, tee shirt and Doc Martin’s to go food shopping it was even more difficult as the shorts would tickle the tip of my little wiener and I would have to stand still for ages so that the thing didn’t go off. I remember that I was standing outside our building on my return journey from the supermarket just standing there when Daniel came out and saw me. He came over and said what the fuck are you doing boy? I looked with big sad eyes and told him I was waiting for the sensation in my cock to go away or I will shoot in my pants without touching my little worm, Sir. He laughed and asked how often I had to stop and wait? So I told him on this trip five of six times, Sir. Oh boy he said you are trying to be good. He came over to fell my little erection in my shorts and with that we both could hear it firing a huge load of cum into the leather of my shorts. A few moments later spunk began to run down my left leg as it ran down past the limits of my shorts. He put his arm around me and took a couple of the bags and we went up stairs together. By the time we got up to the penthouse my cum was running into the top of my Doc Martin’s. I must have been beat red as we got to our front door because Sir patted me on the head and told me to get my shorts and shoes off and to clean them up before I stained them. I still had an erection when I finished cleaning up. Sir was always fascinated by the size of my cock as it wasn’t all that fat around either, it looked like a piece of pipe smaller than the average garden hose let alone only standing three and a half-inches tall. He simply said we are going to have to fix that little problem aren’t we boy!

Daniel loved me walking around naked because my little dick never used to wobble around in front of me, it just stuck out by about three quarters of an inch and a half inch in diameter with a shiny ring hanging out of it. My balls were a different story though; they swung all over the place. When ever Sir wanted my attention he would slap my balls or grab them and pull me around by them, sometimes he would tie them up and put a lead on them. We went out one time and just hanging out of my leather shorts leg was a ring that was attached to my nuts and when it was time to go he attached a dog lead to it and lead me out. I had to ensure there was pressure on my nuts and to never get ahead of him or behind or he would tug like crazy jerking my nuts mercilessly. One night when he had some of his mates over he allowed them to screw me, but my balls were tied to a lead he would yank if I was not cooperating properly, or just how he wanted me to act for them.

The three month probation passed quickly and Sir came in one day and said the probation period is over and I am more than happy with you! He then asked if I had any questions or wanted to back out. I responded I am more than happy thank you Sir! Good boy he said, and went on to say that he would start the permanent modifications he wanted to do to me. My eyes sparkled as I looked at him, and I gathered from him that the relationship had moved from the normal Master slave relationship into something else as well, yet at the same time I had my role to play and was defiantly the bottom in the relationship and that’s what I loved the most. He took me into the play room and had me lie on my back. He then removed the ring in my noise which wobbled freely in its piercing now. He used a long rod that was tapered and pushed it in to the hole till it got tight and left it in. Daniel then did the same thing to both my nipples. Every so often he would come back and push the tapered rods further in stretching each piercing open even more. By the time he had finished I had eight gauge rings in my nipples and a five gauge ring through the septum of my noise that had to be closed using a hydraulic crimping tool. My noise ring would have to be cut off if it was ever to be removed now.

I was still having countless erections and pre-cum constantly flowed out of the tip when I was excited. I was lying in his lap one night when Sir said I think it would be fairer on you if I had that winky dink of yours chopped off. My little pecker stood straight to attention like it had a mind of its own the moment he said it. He said I can see you like the idea; I smiled and replied it would stop any temptation to play with it and I know I won’t miss the thing as it’s never been in anything including a mouth in its life. With that Daniel picked up the phone and made a call and when he hung up took me into the play room and strapped me to the table with my legs lashed to the stirrups on it. About a half hour later the door bell rang and Sir let who ever it was in and two guys came in and through to the play room. The three of them talked about Daniel’s needs and then inspected the goods on the table. These guys I had never meet before but they simply said it is one of the smallest they had ever seen. Daniel said it only grows to three and a half-inches when full. Shit that is small they commented. Whilst the two guys got the stuff ready I was rocked when Sir went down and sucked my Twinkie into his mouth and began to chew on it to bring it to its full sized. He then sucked me till I cum in his mouth and swallowed it. I had never felt anything like it, nor would I again. Sir said you needed to experience that at least once in your life boy. Thank you Sir was all I could say, as the guys cleaned me up and slid a catheter down the eye of my dick into my bladder. Sir said I want the root and all taken out as well.

Several needles were put into my groin and around my balls as well for some strange reason. I had always been embarrassed by my wily and we were now going to get rid of it. I remembered when I got cold the head would often disappear into my body which just left the eye of it peering out. I saw a flash as the new scalpel hit the light for the first time and it was soon cutting into me. I didn’t want to look so I turned my head to one side to look at Sir as he videoed the surgery. He panned the camera over me several times during the event and took shots as I lay there with a smile on my face just looking at him. At one point, one of the guys asked Daniel did you want to have a look at his balls whilst we have the sack opened. Shit yes he responded enthusiastically, there was a bit of tugging and I could feel something in me being pulled and it wasn’t long before my balls were outside their home for the first time in their lives. Sir said lift your head and have a look boy, and there before me were two purplish white orbs hanging on cords swinging freely before me. They looked different to what I imagined they would. It wasn’t long before they returned to the task at hand, my wee wily winky that was still standing to attention. It wasn’t long after that when the words here we go were uttered. There was some more tugging followed by the last of the cuts and my cock and its root was being slide up the catheter tubing. My cock looked a lot larger when you saw a few more inches of root with it that had never seen the light of day before. Sir asked how I felt. I looked at him and said truly pleased as a tear ran down my face. Finally the source of my life long embarrassment is gone. It was a useless appendage that made me a joke, its better not to have one as pussy boys don’t need a dick anyhow. Sir ran his hand over my face and when he ran his finger over my lips I sucked on it for some time. Whilst they had my groin open they rerouted my urethra to behind my balls just in front of my love channel. Some time was spent stitching me up using very fine sutures. I was bandaged up and carried to bed and given a shoot which put me to sleep.

Daniel told his mates that I was a fantastic boy and that he would be lost if anything happened to me. They left him with some pain killers and sedatives to keep me quiet for a few days. They left him with some antibiotics to ensure no infection could take hold and to call them if he needed any more help with me. It must have been two or three days before I knew I was alive again. Sir gave me a sponge bath and some water to drink and another pill and I was out of it again for a couple more days. When I came too this time he got me out of bed and got me moving. I still had a catheter hanging out of my bandages that had been changed a number of times. I was left watching TV whilst I sat on towels for a while, that night the guys came back and took the catheter out and said to leave the bandages off and that I was allowed to shower and they would remove the stitches in a day or two. I healed quickly and my crotch is now smooth where my cock used to be and you need to look very carefully to see any scaring which is the best part of it.

Our favourite position for me being screwed was on my back with my legs up in the air and as Sir screwed me I would cum lubricating things to the limit as cum flowed from behind my balls down over his big cock buried in my mine shaft. I found out that Daniel owned the mine where I used to work and said I was the Miners Bolthole he loved to fuck at any opportunity. When Daniel’s mates came over from the mines he would share me with them. Each would get out their big mining tools and go deep mining in my butt. I remember my twenty-first birthday Sir and his mates went mining in my butt twenty one times over the day. They filled the mine shaft and plugged it with a large dildo to keep their deposits safe and sound till later.

The End.