The next thing that happened was I was pulled down to the bottom of the bunk and my pyjama bottoms were pulled down by rough hands exposing my buttocks. I now felt someone’s fingers being pushed into my hole. I screamed and then I felt an erect cock being forced into me. I felt the burn and scrape of this cock being forced into my virgin anus. I was being raped. This cock did not last long- about thirty seconds before I felt the hot soothing cum being hosed into me. That night I had nine different cocks and the contents of eighteen balls inside me. This abuse went on for the next four nights, the sucking of cocks and the fucking of my body until I was senseless.

On the sixth night the dormitory decided that I should be a sexual toy for just one cock. Each would have me all to themselves until the camp ended.

When it came to Thomas he seemed more experienced than the other boys as he rimmed me and stroked my nipples. The stroking of my nipples sent strange messages to my body. I uttered to him softly that I wanted him to fuck my bottom. He gladly did this with much vigour and cum. I sucked him off five times in between fucks.

When we arrived back at the school fifteen days later I had become submissive and willing to experience any form of humiliation.

I had turned sixteen when next I ran into Thomas. It was on the platform of a railway station. He could not believe his eyes. He began talking to me about the things that had happened to him in the last few years. He told me he was twenty five. The conversation turned to our time at camp and what he had done with my body. He told me just seeing me gave him a hard on. I knew he wanted to fuck my hole. I submitted to him and I found myself walking down a path to a riverside hut that had been abandoned years ago. We entered the hut and Thomas lit a paraffin heater and then he lit five or six candles. He asked if I knew why he had brought me here I nodded. He told me to tell him why I had come here. I told him that he wanted to have anal sex with me and that I had complied. He then invited me to undress which I did with my head bowed in submission. I was naked before him. He then commanded me to kneel on the floor, which I did. Thomas then began to remove his own clothing. He took off his shirt and his trousers and then his underpants. I gasped as I saw Thomas’ cock. It was bigger than before and had a bigger girth. He began to masturbate to make it hard. It was soon hard. He told me to take it in my mouth. I gulped and felt my mouth had gone dry with nerves. I asked Thomas to slap me like he did the first time I had to suck his cock. He looked at me and drew his hand across my cheek. I felt a wave of tears well up in my eyes. Thomas struck me again with his hand. He then moved his erect cock towards my mouth. I felt its bell end touch my lips, like it did on that night in the dormitory. I raised a hand and grasped it and I opened my dry mouth and Thomas put it in. My tongue immediately began to work on Thomas. I sucked and licked at his purple bell end. I was so engrossed in satisfying and pleasuring Thomas that I never heard his groaning as he spurted his cum juice over my face, lips and tongue. I took his cock into my mouth again and sucked at the flaccid sausage like flesh that was a hard masterful mouthful a moment ago.

Thomas lay down on a low bed and after he had recovered he told me to straddle him. I did so and Thomas held my buttocks supporting them. He told me to place his cock at my hole. I felt for his cock and when I found it I could hardly raise from his stomach because it was so hard. I put it at my opening and I soon felt it penetrating me I cried out and moaned at the pain of being once again impaled on Thomas’ cock. It was not an easy task. My sphincter would not give into Thomas’ cock. I felt it rub against my muscle wall. I was burning inside when all of a sudden Thomas’ gave one mighty thrust, while he pushed down hard on my shoulders. I felt his cock liberate itself from the constraints of my sphincter and enter my colon. He began to stroke it in and out of me thrusting his cock deeper into me at each stroke. I sighed and groaned in painful delight at each of his strokes. He then began to stroke my nipples with his thumbs and I whimpered and I felt tears run down my cheeks. It was about twenty five painful minutes later that Thomas shot his load inside my colon. Once Thomas had finished with me he threw me off him and told me to get dressed and get out of his sight. I did as I was told.

You may be thinking that this was the end of Thomas’ relationship with me but you would be wrong. He always found me and took me back to that place of sexual pain and pleasure.

Thomas told me to shave my privates at our next encounter as his friend wanted to meet me. I sighed at the idea of a new face and cock being in my life.

The next time I went to that hut I had shaved my pubic hair and I was smooth as a mirror. When I entered the hut Thomas was there with his friend who was a tall African type. He was sitting on the orange box staring at me. He told me to get naked; I did what I was told and stripped down to my skin. He got up from the box and withdrew a pair of wrist manacles which he attached to a thin piece of red rope. He came over to me and put them on my wrists. He then threw the rope over one of the hut’s joists and pulled on the rope and I found my arms were above my head and I was on my tip toes. He came over and prodded and poked me. He said I may be just what he was looking for. He then put his right hand down and held my scrotum feeling how heavy my balls were. He pulled back my foreskin and scrutinised the tip of my cock. He then went behind me and stretched my buttocks apart and gazed at my hole. He told Thomas to give him what was in a bag. Thomas went over to where the bag was and I saw him remove from it a coiled rubber tube and a long stainless steel instrument. Thomas gave these to the African. He told Thomas to hold my buttocks apart, Thomas stood in front of me and he stretched my buttocks apart. I felt his woollen jumper graze my nipples which sent waves of desire through my body. The African now had the instrument at the opening of my hole. He now pushed it into my hole. I moaned at the ease in which it entered me. I felt its coldness and I sighed. The African then began to twist the end of the instrument and it began to stretch my sphincter open. I screamed as the pain was now overpowering. He then stopped twisting and he then pushed the rubber hose up the opened instrument and I felt it enter my colon. It was pushed all its length- which must have been six feet- into me. He then attached what looked like a ball on to the small piece of tube that remained outside of me. He then twisted the instrument and I felt my sphincter close with the instrument still inside me. He then began to squeeze the ball and I felt fluid gush in my colon. The African kept squeezing the ball till all the fluid was inside me. I felt bloated. He told Thomas to lift my legs off the ground which Thomas did. He put my legs round his body. The African brought a large garbage bin over and placed it under my bottom. He then pulled on the tube withdrawing it from me. I felt its movement and it burned like hell. The end of the tube was out of me and there was a sudden gush of smelly fluid in the tube’s wake. I had just been irrigated. This procedure was repeated another four times until the fluid had no smell. Thomas let go of my legs and went and sat down. The African began to undress in front of me. His skin was blue black in the candle light. He took off his underpants exposing to my gaze a cock that was enormous and in need of some attention. I sighed again at its sight and the thought of submitting to it without a fight... The African gave a wry smile.

The African undid the manacles and told me to kneel in front of him. I did this and I was then told to feel the weight of the Africans balls. I Held them and they seemed very heavy. He told me that he was my Master and that I would live and work with him from now on. I got tearful as I had an idea what this meant. He told me to worship his cock and balls by sucking his cock until his balls delivered their load. I began to suck his fourteen inch monster. I licked, sucked, licked and sucked until he emptied his load into my mouth. He demanded that I swallow every last bead of his cock juice which I ravenously did. He then manacled me and pulled the rope so I was barely on my tip toes. He told Thomas to hold my legs. Thomas raised my legs up into the previous position. I knew what was next. The African went round behind me again and I felt the tip of his monster cock tap against my hole. He pushed against me and I felt his cock tear open my sphincter and broke any of its resistance and broke through to my colon which felt every ridge on the African’s cock rub against its wall. He fucked me hard and mercilessly for about forty five minutes before his balls released his juice deep inside me.

After this the African got dressed and thanked Thomas for finding me. The African, who now had enslaved me, took me naked back to his abode which was a disused office complex.

He told me to go into the room with the title COMPLEMENT. I did and was confronted with a woman in a trouser suit. She walked over to me and told me to lie down on a stainless steel table. I did what I was told. I watched her as she came over to me pushing a trolley on which was a bucket a scrubbing brush and other things I could not recognise. She began to scrub by scrotum with great effort I screamed and asked her to be careful. Her response was to punch my scrotum which made me end my pleading. She scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until my scrotum was fiery red. She then opened a long thin packet which contained a long wire with a cotton wool scrub at one end. She pulled back my foreskin and pushed the end of the wire with the scrub inside my urethra and twisted it round and round pulling it out and then pushing it back down the length of my cock. I sobbed and became tearful. She then turned me over and began to scrub my buttocks with great effort. She then lifted a long wire bottle scrubber and pushed the brush part into my hole and began to move it in and out twisting it round and round. I screamed and the woman put her free hand between my legs, grabbed my balls and gave them one enormous squeeze she did not let go until I stopped my noise. She continued to scrub the inside of my anus. The woman told me to dry myself, which I did. She then led me over to a frame to which she attached me to with leather constraints. She began to massage an oily substance into my buttocks. She then went over to a table on which lay a leather strap. She then began to whip my buttocks. She must have beaten my buttocks thirty times before she stopped.

The woman opened a door behind which was roaring fire the heat of which soothed my cold skin. She removed from a fire an instrument which I thought was a fire poker but soon realised that it was not a poker but a fire brand. She hurried over to me and placed the fire brand on my right buttock my skin sizzled and I could smell my on flesh burn. I screamed and scream and almost passed out with the shock. The woman then got the bucket of water which she used to wash me with and through its contents over my buttocks. During all this humiliation and torture she said nothing. I wept like a chastised child.

My master came into the room and dismissed the woman. He came over to me and announced I was to be castrated in this room and on this table tomorrow morning. He told me that to be castrated by his hands was the highest honour that a slave could be given. I pleaded for his mercy and asked him to reconsider. He shook his head. He undid the leather straps and told me not to move from the table. I began to sob and sob even more. The master left the room and I was left in the blinding darkness, naked, alone and terrified at what had and was going to happen to me next day.

The night was long and I trembled and my thoughts returned to my sexual encounters with men. Like, Jack for instance. He tried to teach me that sex could be a tender experience. He tenderised my anus by giving long, but soft, strokes and cuming gently on my face. Or, Chips, who stripped me naked in the back of his friend’s car and gave me his cock so hard that he made my anus bleed. Then there was the dildo king who thought it was fine to push a fifteen inch dildo in my hole. My thoughts were crushed as a spotlight came on above me and I heard footsteps coming toward me. I saw two women come towards me one had a cup, which had shaving soap in it the other had an open razor which she was sharpening as she walked over to me. The one with the cup spread soap over my cock and balls and made a good lather of shaving suds the other came over and began to shave my cock and balls and my pubic mound. I began to cry and sob as I felt the razor glide over my skin removing the hair. I asked was this the moment I lost my balls. I asked if the lady with the razor was my surgeon. She said nothing. The two women walked away and the light went out.

Time passed and the spotlight was on me, exposing my nakedness. One of the women was by my side with a knitting needle like stainless steel instrument with a large ball at one end. She lifted my cock, held it upright, pulling back my foreskin exposing the tip of my cock. She placed the ball end of the instrument at the opening of my urethra and placed her thumb at the flat end and plunged it into my cock. I felt the ball end rub against my urethra. She twisted it round and round until she had opened the muscle of my bladder and pushed it into my bladder. All this time I was crying and pleading for the woman to stop. She then went into one of her jacket pockets and pulled out masking tape. She told me to raise my butt which I did and she pulled the part of the instrument that protruded from my cock and wrapped the end of the tape round it.

She then pulled it until my cock was stretched and lay against my shaven stomach. She passed the tape under my body and secured my cock with it. All this pain had a purpose: to stretch my cock as far away from my balls and to expose my balls to any manipulation or maiming that the African cared to inflict on me.

I knew my time as a man was running out.

Dawn broke and there was a lot of activity outside the room. As the light came through the sky light windows I could see the room for the first time. The room was bare except for the metal table I was lying on. I sat up and I noticed the table was inscribed with strange symbols and hieroglyphs. The walls of the room had strange things painted on it and the word painted in red: “Kalitt Mum Bassa”. I heard the door to the room being unlocked and I lay down again. Two women came in and told me to stand up, which I did. The both had a small metal tool with which they unscrewed a part of the table which they removed. A man came into the room with a square metal L shaped pole with a cross piece. This was placed in the place where the table part had been. I was ordered by the man to climb on the table I did this and was told to stretch my arms across the crosspiece. I did this and the man climbed on to the table and secured me to the cross piece with leather straps. He then pushed off the table and I hung like a dead thing on a gibbet.

He then stretched my left leg open and secured it to the table. He did the same with my other. My hip joints began to ache and I let out a little painful whimper.

I must have hung there for almost the length of the morning. I was dozing when the door opened and in came the man who would soon be my Master totally naked apart from a leather belt which had a stone knife. He came straight over to me and began to pray to a strange ritual prayer, thanking a God for bringing me into its care. He chanted strange words and knelt before me. Three naked women joined him and lay with their legs supporting their backs. They stretched their legs apart and began to masturbate their shaved clitoris. He then pulled from his belt the stone knife and raised his eyes towards my ballsac. He lifted himself up holding the knife above his head. He thanked his god again. My balls were at chest height to the African, who was now holding them in his hand. He tugged at them and stretched my ballsac away from my body. He kissed my shaved balls and slashed my stomach with the stone knife creating a large ‘X’. I screamed as the pain rippled through my torso. The African tugged and tugged at my ballsac then plunged the stone knife into it. My blood spurted all over the African’s chest and face as the knife disappeared into the innards of my ballsac. I screamed out a long painful cry. The African then cut my ballsac open and I again screamed. I heard the stone knife saw at my ballsac until it came away in his hand. He put it in his mouth and ate it. My balls were dangling free of there sac and I screamed and screamed. The African came closer and lifted the knife and cut into the chords removing my balls with one sawing motion. I heard them hit the floor below me. The African now turned his attention to my cock. He withdrew the metal rod and my bladder let its contents free. He then held it in one hand and placed the knife against my pelvis and began to saw it off. Blood spurted every where. I began to pass out as he picked up my balls and put them in his mouth, chewed them and swallowed them. He placed my cock in my mouth and told me to eat it. I began to chew on myself and I eventually swallowed my own manhood. I was cut down from the gibbot and laid on my back . The African who was now my Master knelt beside me and with the same stone knife that had emasculated me he pealed off my nipples. The dormitory seemed light years away.