He heard the familiar computer ring when Mark messaged him to open his camera. They’d only met online two weeks ago. On Grindr. Mark was less than one kilometre away, somewhere on the streets nearby. He was an aggressive kind of guy and their chat had moved to his interest in castration and fags into fishnets from day one. That was what made the online sex so hot.

Jason hid the cream out of sight and pulled a pantyhose leg out of his bag, slipping it over his head like he was going to rob a bank. He was into kinky sex online but wasn’t stupid. He didn’t want his life fucked up by letting Mark know what he looked like.

“There’s my girl” grinned Mark in his deep voice with an Australian accent. “Do you have your pantyhose ready baby?”

Jason stood up and held the pantyhose in front of the camera, then sexily rolled it onto his shaven legs. His cock and balls flopped out of a pre-cut hole and he reached for the black PVC dress. It fitted tightly over his chest and snug around his crotch, with his shaved ballsac hanging below the rim. His dog collar completed the fetish, turning him into an anonymous fuckable whore.

“Oh yeah baby, you are one sexy bitch tonight”. Mark sounded hard and horny already. “Now you know what to do, get that castrating tool for Daddy.”

Jason felt a shiver run up his spine. Being ordered to do something dangerous always made him feel good. His partner of 12 months, Paul, was so passive that he thought he would never experience the thrill of domination again.

If he had the time to be honest with himself, he’d admit it was his own fault. When they met, Jason had said he was a versatile top and for the first 10 months he’d played that role. But then one week-end Paul had caught him dressed in fishnets and playing with his kinky fantasies and castration tools. It wasn’t something Paul was into and the spark between them died on the spot.

Since then Paul had been travelling a lot for work. And Jason was bored.

The orange elastrator band opened wide as he gripped the handles of the tool. Jason’s balls were big but his sac was greased up so the band slipped over the nuts nice and easy.

“Lets break a record tonight faggot, six rubber rings for 50 minutes. Will you do that for me, bitch?”

Jason smiled. That’s why he’d put on the desensitizing cream, it was the only way he could show Mark how serious he was. Without it, he’d never had a band on for more than 30 minutes.

It only took three minutes to get all the rings in place. Mark was watching intently, though Jason didn’t see the wild look in his eyes. Mark was also cheating, but in his case he was cheating on his wife. So his camera was facing a blank wall.

“Mmmmm you’d making Daddy very hard, slut” Mark groaned. “Now put on the silk panties over that faggot cock and show me what a sissy you really are.”

That was the easy part for Jason. The panties were a fishnet g-string he’d bought a couple of years ago. He knew how sexy it looked on him.

Now it was time for the activity. Each time they cammed, Mark asked Jason to do something when he was banded. He didn’t know what it would be until all the rubber rings were in place.

“I think it’s time we started pushing your boundaries, faggot” coaxed Mark. “You look like a hooker in that outfit so it’s time to walk the street and see what you pick up. Is there a streetlight near your house, sweetie?”

Jason nodded, his cock throbbing. Going outside was a huge risk. Even though it was after midnight, you never knew who would be on the suburban street.

On the other hand, it was a dead-end street and usually pretty quiet. Plus he was dressed in black, so if someone did start to drive up the street, he could always dive into the bushes.

“I’m going to give you 15 minutes baby. Now get those sexy faggot balls out of that door and make it to the streetlamp. Stay there for five minutes before you come back inside and present your dying nuts to me. Got it?”

Jason gave Mark the thumbs up and left the computer screen. He flicked on the lights in the stairwell and made it down to the garage. When he opened the side door he checked the nearest neighbours. They were elderly and always in bed by nine, so no worries there. The lamp wasn’t too far away. He tiptoed on the footpath, staying close to the fences. His throbbing cock took away most of his common sense as he thought about the risk he was taking. Fuck, a whore with banded nuts, what a bitch he was tonight.

The 5 minutes by the lamp went very slowly. Not a car was in sight, and no person was out this late. Jason stood still, with his left hand around his banded nuts. They felt cold. And his cock started to go soft. Was it worth the risk? He could have just pretended to go outside and Mark would never have known the difference.

Finally he’d had enough. It was time to walk back. He scampered down the street, walking at a much quicker pace than before. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all. But then… he was proving how submissive he was. That was the mindfuck.

He walked up his path to the side door, making sure he locked it when he got inside, and made his way back up to his study. The computer screensaver was on. Jason kneeled back down in front of the computer and brought it back to life. He was back on cam, but this time Mark wasn’t there. No response.

“Fuck” muttered Jason into his pantyhose hood. “He better come back soon, otherwise I’m going to have to jerk off by myself.”

He waited 10 minutes, browsing different castration sites on the net. That was enough, he knew his balls were suffering and there was little point waiting for Mark any more.

Jason’s cock got harder as he felt in his bag for the dildo. As he lubed it he imagined what it would be like to have a cock up his ass for real. “Fuck I’m a dirty bitch” he whispered to himself as he slid the black cock through the hole in his pantyhose and into his ass.

When it was right in, he lay back on the carpet stroking his cock. Every time he jerked his banded balls swung wildly between his legs. The rubber rings had completely sealed them off and the cream had efficiently desensitized them from any pain.

Just as the stroking got harder there was a loud creak in the floor. Jason froze instantly. He was getting used to being in the house alone at night, but strange noises still scared him. Could it be a person that made that noise? His cock instantly softened as panic pulsed through his body.

“My my, you really are a sexy little faggot aren’t you”. The voice was unmistakable. Before he had time to gasp there was a man’s body on top of him, grabbing his wrists and holding them above his head on the floor.

“I’m glad you could follow instructions so well, it made you very easy to find.” Mark’s smile was hidden beneath a rubber gimp mask, as he tied up Jason’s wrists with a tight cord to the leg of the bed.

“Time to suck a real cock, you stupid little faggot. And don’t think I won’t castrate you if you don’t do exactly what you’re told”. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver blade, sharp enough to turn any bull into a steer.

Jason’s body exploded with fear. It was only supposed to be a jerk-off fantasy, not a real sex session. He writhed on the floor, overcome with shock. “It was only a game, I’m not into it for real” he blurted out, his voice in a pitch so high you’d think he was already a eunuch.

“No baby, nice and quiet eh” Mark grinned, putting his big mechanic’s hand over Jason’s mouth. “All I want is a blow job baby, then I’ll let you remove those nice little castration rings from your faggot nutsac.”

Red blood pumped through Mark’s veins as he looked down at the sexy black fishnets. He ran his left hand over the fag’s thighs, then felt under the black dress. Mmmm, two round balls. Cold. Sealed off by orange rubber rings. Helpless.

“Oh yeah, you’ve done a real nice job on yourself faggot. That’s what I like to see, a drag queen who wants to be as feminine as she can when she sucks cock. And I can help you with that baby.”

He wrapped Jason’s ankles up in a noose before lowering his big uncut cock near the faggot’s mouth. Now baby, I don’t want to see what you look like either, so it’s your mouth I’m after.” He pulled up the pantyhose mask and cut a hole with his knife before pulling it back over the fag’s face and raising his cock into the fag’s new mouth hole. “Oh yeah bitch, now make Daddy happy.”

Jason knew what he had to do, there was no choice. Hell, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t sucked cock before.

He sucked and sucked…. And struggled to breathe. Five minutes of sucking, and Mark was still hard. They kept going. Ten minutes.

“Jesus faggot, you ain’t doing a good job are ya” Mark growled, thrusting in and out, in and out.

I need more stimulation bitch. Try harder you little faggot cock sucker”. He reached down under the PVC dress and felt the ballsac again. The nuts were even colder. “You little fucker, just like a steer, that’s what I like to see. Are you a screamer faggot, how much pressure can you take on these faggot nuts.”

Mark enjoyed it when he inflicted pain and got a reaction. Always had. Now was his chance to make the bitch feel what he could do to her. He wrapped his hand around the banded sac and started twisting.

“Good girl, you feel this baby?”

Jason was still struggling to breathe as the cock thrust in and out of his mouth. He couldn’t feel a thing. The numbing cream still made his nutsac feel like a dead weight between his legs.

“Fuck baby, you need to feel PAIN” growled Mark. He wanted to hear the fucker scream, that’s what he needed to make him cum.

“Take this you bitch” he gasped, squeezing the sac hard like a baseball and twisting again.

He was so close to squirting, but the fag didn’t even react. “Again faggot, or your nuts are fucking dead!”

He squeezed and twisted again. The sac was already getting soft and the nuts were squishy, and this time they almost came off in his hand.

“Fuck bitch, you really want to be a castrated slut?” Mark’s cock swelled at the thought and he smiled, amazed that the fag didn’t react. “Turn over baby and I’ll fuck your ass right now”

He pulled out of Jason’s mouth and flipped him over. “Ahh, what have we here? Faggot already plugged with a dildo eh? Time for a real cock” he smirked, pulling out the dildo and pumping his own cock up the fag’s ass.

“Now we’re going to make this a session you won’t forget” he promised, reaching for the knife.

Jason didn’t know what he meant. His mouth was aching and his ass felt raw. He just wanted it to be over with. His mind was racing. Would he get out of this alive? He was completely submissive and vulnerable, the bastard could do whatever he wanted.

“Now let me fuck a steer baby” Mark ordered, his cock inside Jason, his left hand holding Jason’s twisted ballbag and his right hand holding the knife. Mark’s castration fantasy and his deep-down loathing of submissive gay men had taken over. At that moment the power to remove the fag’s balls was intoxicating. There was nothing that could stop him.

The blade easily found its way between two of the rubber rings.

“NOW bitch” he groaned, sliding the blade through the bands and pumping cum into the submissive fag.

Jason felt the pumping sensation. It was the biggest cock he’d had inside him and it hurt. He heard the moans of orgasm and knew there wouldn’t be long to go.

“Jesus baby, now that’s what I call a hot fag session” Mark sniggered, pulling out off the smooth hole. He looked on the floor and saw the result of his quick flick with the knife.

“Look what I’ve got for you baby”. He grabbed Jason by the hair to lift his head up and dangled the ballsac infront of him. He’d put the blade of the knife in the middle of the rubber rings, so three were still holding the nuts in the ballbag.

Jason gasped, he couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t felt a thing. Was that really his balls in front of him? They couldn’t be.

Mark laughed and stood up. “Don’t worry about chasing me baby, I’m out of here tomorrow. On a plane and off. Good timing for a castration session, eh baby? And what a souvenir to take with me.”

Jason could hardly process what he’d said. He twisted around to see the black gimp mask look at him for the last time. The dark eyes staring through the narrow slits as he pulled up his gym pants. “What have you done to me? It was a fucking fantasy, I didn’t want my nuts off for real” he wimpered.

“Fuckin bitch, you should never have had balls. You know that and I know that. I’ve done you a favour girl.” Mark made for the door with the sac in his pocket. This was a moment he’d jerk off to for the rest of his life.

It took an hour for Jason to work his wrists loose and make his way to the hospital. Auto-castration was the official explanation. In a moment of sexual fantasy a frustrated crossdresser castrated himself and flushed his balls down the toilet.

Jason’s boyfriend Paul reacted coolly to the news. He’d endured 2 months knowing his boyfriend was a crossdressing submissive into kinky fantasies and that had been enough for him. Living with a gelded submissive was out of the question. If Jason had bothered to look at Paul’s Grindr profile he would have seen it change to ‘looking’ over a month ago. They had no future together.

The first night after he returned from the hospital Paul sent a Grindr message to one of the dominant guys he’d chatted to over the last two months. “You know how I said my b/f was into cd and castration play? Well you were right, he’s pushed the limit and fucked himself up. Cut his nuts off when I was away on that trip I mentioned, just like a steer. Can you believe it?”

A week later he got a reply in his inbox. “No surprises there mate. Guys like that need to be deballed. Stops em suffering with balls they should never have had. Go get yrself a real alpha cock next time. Can’t suck on mine again coz I’ve gone back to Oz. Good knowing ya, cheers mate.”

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