The End of a Boxer

The slave, Jake “The Gorilla”, is a championship boxer in his prime. At 24, he has a massive 6’3” height and 260 lbs of pure muscle. With dark swarthy features and a hairy back and chest, his muscular arms and legs validate his title “gorilla”. However, his days as a boxer are over and soon his days as a man.

Yesterday, in a testosterone rage Jake savagely killed his owner’s son in the ring. The boy of 18 wanted to spar with his father’s prime possession, against Jake’s trainer’s advice. Jake played with the boy during the first two rounds. He took the third round off, actually letting the lad think he had a chance. Then in the fourth round, Jake “The Gorilla” slowly and methodically beat the boy to death, not letting him touch the matt until just before the bell.

I am the boy’s father and I have decided the fate of this slave.

(Six months later)

Although no longer a man, Jake has adjusted to his new life. I decided that the only compensation Jake could provide is a life of discipline and punishment. I have always had a shop out in the barn. Lately I have added three additional rooms within the barn to accommodate Jake and his new position. I have installed a cell for Jake with a customized table. On one side of the cell, just outside the bars is a one-way mirror to my room, so that I can keep an eye on him at all times. The cell opens into my special dungeon where Jake performs his a portion of his daily service.

I have gradually started modifying Jake’s schedule and in the process Jake himself. I instituted the daily enema. Jake now dutifully climbs up on the rack and takes a full gallon enema and holds it for 45 minutes before releasing it, after obtaining permission of course. He is then plugged with a large butt plug for the day’s work.

Jake has been modified to meet my needs and to stop his aggression. I had him stripped after the funeral by two of my other slaves. He was taken into the shop for revisions. After his first enema lesson, he was spread-eagled standing against one wall. He was shaved of all body hair and remains that way. I moved my portable worktable up and adjusted it to the height of his dick. After gently retracting the foreskin of his 12 inch tool, I stretched it out and hammered a nail through the head and down through the urethra. A large ring has been inserted for securing him and reminding him of his position. Additional rings were placed in his nipples and are now often weighted as part of the training.

I told Jake that he needed to have one more modification to become complete.

After giving Jake a night in his cell to think things over, I did the final modification on the second day. He was given his morning enema and taken to the shop and again spread eagled. Sitting just in front of him on my worktable was my castrating band. He went wild and could hardly be placed in position. I just sat on my workbench and waited for quite awhile for it all to sink in.

I excused my slaves. Then I washed his cock and walnut sized balls in hot soap and water. I lowered his balls through the open band that was laying on the edge of the bench. In a ceremony that emphasized his contrition and submission, I slowly began masturbating his big cock. He tried not to become excited, but with the fear and the butt plug, he produced a glorious erection. Deliberately and meticulously I slowly bought him to the breach of climax, only to stop and rest him. On the fifth course of arousal I slowly bought him to a full ejaculation. As he shot loads of hot cum all over the floor, I pulled his balls all the way down. Just as the last spasm subsided I clamped his nuts. He screamed for quite some time.

Over the next few hours his nuts became darker and colder and began the process of dying. He never lost consciousness, although just barely. During this time I took my riding crop and by periodically caressing his dick, I maintained him erect. Later that night I had my worktable bought over and my vice placed with his dying nuts in between. Slowly and deliberately I again began his torture. I closed the vice, making sure that he never quite lost consciousness. When they were finally closed and Jake’s screaming had reduced itself to a whimper, I had the vet come and sew him up. The plates of the vice had the blood and sinew of this great fighter’s balls spread all over them. I had it scraped off and put in a jar of formaldehyde. To this day they are on a shelf high on the wall in Jake’s cell.

Jake has a new life now. Each morning he receives his daily enema and steroid injection. He is maintained with good muscularity for work but little testosterone. After plugging he works naked as a field slave. He is always given manual work to keep him in shape. Each evening, after being hosed down, he goes to the dungeon for discipline and punishment. He is placed in the spread-eagle position facing the wall of whips and devices I have procured for his torture. He begins each session with 18 strokes of the whip, one for each year of my son’s life. The strokes are administered to a different part of his anatomy each day so that no permanent damage results and he cannot anticipate his use. Additional strokes are given for punishment for each infraction since the previous day. He always gets a few and sometimes many. After the punishment, he is racked and tortured to my satisfaction. I think he is beginning to think of the whips as his friends and likes the attention I give him.

Finally, he ends his day at a special table that I have built in his cell. His legs, spread wide apart, are secured to the feet of this heavy table. His dick is secured to the floor via the ring. He is tied to rings in the table that are the in the right place for his nipple rings and his hands are secured well out in front of him. Then I take off my belt and re-warm his ass, thighs and back for a good “old fashioned” fucking.