Cyclist Gets New Ball Bearings

A story of they guys becoming friend and one become the slave of the 
others and gives his ball to show his divotion.

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Cyclist Gets New Ball Bearings
By [email protected]

I had just moved from interstate and joined the local cycling club in 
our area.  They are an interesting bunch of blokes.  I certainly got 
a good look over both in my bike nicks and later in the showers by a 
certain group of the blokes.

Mind you being six foot three inches tall, a thirty-inch waist topped 
with platinum blond hair with bright electric blue eyes and a cute 
face didn’t help attract attention.  Then there is my over naturally 
tanned smooth body with a basket in my licra shorts that could not be 
hidden even if I tried.  Not even black bike shorts hide my package. 

In the showers’ which was an open room with shower nozzles around 
three of the walls certainly had the smaller group in raptures.  They 
perved on my body and my nine inches of thick slack cock and vast low 
hanging balls wobbling in the breeze as I showered.  To be certain 
about this group I had to think of a way to be sure that they were 
gay before I opened up to them, even though the signals appeared to 
be right.

So I started to rub my butt as I bent over fingering my ass hole.  I 
slowly stood up as I began to cup my balls and massage my cock.  Most 
of the others had left the shower room to get dressed but the smaller 
group was all getting erections at the show I was putting on.  I 
stopped and walked out to get dressed. 

After I dressed the leader of the gay group asked if I wanted to join 
them down the club for a drink.  So I agreed and it was there they 
introduced themselves to me.  We had a few drinks together.  It was a 
good chance to meet some new people with a common interest.  I am not 
one for all the bars and stuff trying to meet people.  So I had a 
good time getting to know the guys.

Some time passed so I headed off home, I noticed a couple of the guys 
could not get their eyes off me and watched me till I was out of 
sight.  Out of the few guys who were more than interested in me a 
couple of them were rather cute as far as I was concerned.  I made a 
mental note of both Craig and Zack who were both well endowed as well 
as it turns out.

The following day at training Craig and Zack made sure they stayed 
close to me.  As we road around the three of us got talking about 
allsorts and one thing lead to another.  I invited them back to my 
place for a drink and a bite to eat after we had finished our 
training, they accepted.

My flat was rather small but kept immaculately with the few 
possessions I have tastefully in place.  I had a few pictures of hot 
men in black and white around the room in the S&M scene.  One of the 
pictures was a compilation of a guy with his balls tied up, then one 
with a knife and finally the guy castrated.

Craig and Zack both looked at the pictures for some time without 
comment.  But they could not get over how well I kept the place and 
watched me with interest as I ran around serving them and preparing 
the meal with a minimum of fuss.

Mind you I had striped off my shirt and just wore a pair of green 
shorter than normal bike shorts with no underwear.  The shorts just 
managed to cover my bubble butt and that was it.  It showed my basket 
off to the maximum.

It was Zack who came over as I worked and pulled my short down.  So I 
simply stepped out of them without saying anything.  Not long after 
they too took their clothes off.  Fortunately my flat was at the back 
of a group that was hidden by big trees and bushes and that no one 
ever ventured down the back end of the units.

We eat and drank and after I cleaned up before the three of us got 
down to some serious romping on the floor and foreplay.  Once we were 
all hot and worked up they both screwed me as I sucked them off.  
They both jacked me off during the action and I was the one that got 
covered in cream.  We ended up all falling asleep curled up on my bed.

Morning came and it was the sun streaming in the window and the birds 
singing that woke us all up and we realised that we had spent the 
whole night together.  So we got up and showered together and had 
some breakfast before getting on with the normal day’s routine before 
we meet again for training.   The three of us became as thick as 
thieves and if you saw one you saw the others.

Several months passed and Craig and Zack asked me to move in with 
them.  It wasn’t hard to make a decision as the contract that I was 
working on was finishing and the company was in receivership.  So I 
would be out of work in a week or two and jobs were hard to find in 
my field.

I moved in and once I had finished work the guy asked if I would be 
their slave and keep house, cock the meals and cleaning etc.  I 
approved and the guys worked on a contract for me to sign which gave 
them total control over me and that they would look after me in 
return.  They also changed my name and I now have to answer to Spanky 
or Pussy Boy, but Spanky would be the main one.

Part of the agreement was that we would all still be involved in 
cycling.  But the guys would decide on what events and that sort of 
thing I would enter in and the clothes I would wear.  At home I would 
be naked apart from when I went shopping.  Then I could only wear a 
singlet and a brief pair of green cycling shorts with no underwear.

In the agreement my sexual gratification was of no concern.  I also 
agreed that I would show my devotion to their sexual needs and at 
stage when I was ready, I would prove it by voluntarily giving up my 
balls and allowing other modification to be done to me as well.  The 
guys wanted me to ask for it.  Mind you I was the one who suggested 
it and was turned on by the thought of giving my balls to them.  
After all they did own me.

During the next six months the three of us settled into our new 
relationship, things worked out well and were running rather 
smoothly.   I had won a couple of cycling races and my body was in 
such good shape that many others drooled over it at the club.  I was 
a hot item but no one ever made a move on me, as they knew that I 
belonged to Craig and Zack.

I told the guys I was ready to give up my balls and body to them.  
Both of them were delighted and said they would start the procedure.  
They told me that they had worked out a plan of what they wanted to 
achieve with my body.  That it would include my castration when they 
had some other modifications in place first.

There was much excitement in the house with my willingness to go all 
the way for them.  I decided I would not ask again and allow my 
Masters to proceed with their schedule for me.  I didn't have to wait 
long before things started to be done to me in preparation for the 
modifications to be done.

The next day the guy brought home a friend of theirs Jeffrey who is 
their Doctor.  I was told Jeffrey was going to do a full physical 
first and then start with a few small things first.  So the guys 
brought in a whole pile of equipment whilst Jeffrey got himself ready.

Jeffrey then started on me.  He inspected everything leaving no stone 
unturned.  Jeffrey commented on the size of the eggs in my basket let 
alone the sausage dangling there.  He probed and prodded everywhere 
he could and said he is a healthy boy that's for sure.

A strange looking device was wheeled in and set up.  It had a funny 
looking nozzle come gun thing on the end of the cord attached to 
it.   A pair of dark glasses was put on me as I lay on the table 
before them.  The machine made some funny noises as it warmed up and 
as Jeffrey got ready.

Some cream was rubbed around my pubic region and over my balls and 
between my legs.  Next there was a flash followed by a slight 
stinging sensation and the stop felt a little warm.  They kept 
working and the area grew as the flashing went on.  My ball bag felt 
a little more sensitive but not too much more.  

They worked on me for just on an hour before they stopped for the 
day.  When they took the glasses off and I was able to look the are 
they had been working on was a bit red like I had sunburn and 
hairless in that area.  Some lotion was applied and I was told they 
would do some more in a couple of days. 

Once several more sessions with the laser had been done I would never 
have a hair on my torso again.  They had even done my hairline and 
face so I couldn't grow manly hair seeing I was to be their boy 
forever.   No side burns any moustache or beard.  My hairline was 
kept the back of my neck with a square cut look that was clean.  All 
that had to be done was to keep the length of my hair on the head.  
My blond hair was always kept trimmed to look like a cute little 
schoolboy.

After my body had recovered from the laser treatments the next stage 
was begun.  I wasn't told what they were going to do.  They begun by 
piercing my nipples and navel and from my navel they attached a dog 
tag with the property of Craig and Zack along with their phone number 
on it. So if I got lost I could be returned to them.

Then I was given an anaesthetic and I was soon asleep.  It was dark 
when I woke and my cock felt rather sore and all bandaged up standing 
straight up.  A tube came out from between my legs to a bag on the 
side of the table.

I was kept sedated for a few days whilst the healing began to get me 
over the wost of the recovery period.  I was told I would never piss 
out of my cock again.  My urethra had been relocated behind my ball 
bag, but before my pussy hole. They has also cut the nerves to my 
cock and that the tube that now filled my piss channel had been 
filled with some spring like material in a protective sheath.

It allows them to bend and shape the length of my permanently 
stiffened cock, yet it was slack as far as my body was concerned.  I 
now had an eleven-inch thick cock that they could position and it 
would stay there.  I also have a heavy gauge Prince Albert ring in 
the end of my cock that had been welded closed so I could never take 
it off. The PA also had a little bell attached to it so they knew 
where I was at all times and could not sneak up on them.   Plus I had 
to sit to now piss and it would wet the back of my nut sack.

Again I was given time to heal before they did some more to me.  I 
was surprised that I still had my balls, but that was up to Craig and 
Zack.  It was also strange not felling my cock.  It's like its not 
there but it is, it's warm to touch but it had no sensation to it.  
When others touched it I could only feel it if they pulled on it and 
then the sensation came from its root and where it was attached to my 
body.

The guys decided that they needed to mark me as their property 
permanently.  They decided to brand me with an Omega symbol.  I was 
prepared and the guys got someone in who had branded many boys over 
the years, so he knew what he was doing and how to achieve what Craig 
and Zack wanted. 

So the first thing they branded was the head of my lifeless cock.  
Mind you I didn't feel that one.  Then they did my right pectoral 
just above the areola.  I stung like hell and the smell of burning 
flesh, my flesh that is, made me sit up and take notice.  But I would 
endure anything for Craig and Zack. 

I was given a break and drink whilst they prepared for the final 
branding.  They had me tied to a fence for this one so I couldn't 
move and my but hung properly.  Craig and Zack held me when they did 
my pectoral.  The guy counted there and then thrust the brand into my 
right hand butt cheek and held it for a short period of time and it 
was over.  I groan just once as it was done, as this one was much 
bigger than the others were.

Perspiration poured out of every pore of my body.  Both Craig and 
Zack kissed me now that the branding was over.  They told me how 
proud they are of me.  Again time went by as the brandings healed.  I 
was fortunate that they healed quickly and with no complications.  
The branding were also nicely raised and stood out precisely and 
clearly.

Later they had they had my cock tattooed in lime green from the tip 
to the base.  Adam was a brilliant tattooist.   Several different 
black symbols were tattooed on my shoulders.  On my back at the top 
of my butt in large black letters the word "Slave" was tattooed.  A 
large multi coloured Omega symbol was tattooed around my right ankle 
that really stood out.

My left-hand butt check was tattooed with "Spanky the Pussy boy, 
property of Craig and Zack.  Spank and return immediately."  Then is 
smaller lettering  "See dog tag on navel ring for phone number." 

The day arrived when Doctor Jeffrey returned and I was washed from 
heat to toe before they had me up on the table.  Several injections 
were put in around my ball bag so I knew this was the day I would 
give Craig and Zack my balls.  All I would have is a floppy empty 
sack hanging there till it eventually shrivelled up under my useless 
cock.

An incision was made down the centre of my ball bag where the natural 
line is.  Jeffrey made an unusually long cut for a simple 
castration.  He did some more cutting inside the bag and it wasn't 
long before my left ball was hanging outside it's normal home.  Then 
the same was repeated on the right ball.  Some pictures were taken of 
my huge balls hanging on their long cords between my legs.  Pictures 
were taken of them lifted up and I could even see them.  They were 
huge orbs and Jeffrey said that he had never seen any that big before.

Jeffrey then tied the cords off close to my body as he could and then 
gave Craig and Zack a scalpel each and showed them where to cut.  
Craig took my right ball and lifted it and then cut the cord 
separating my ball from me forever.  Zack then did the left one.  
Jeffrey took both balls and injected them both with some 
preservatives before putting them in a class bottle with clear fluid 
in it.  

My balls were pickled so the jar could be mounted in a specially 
constructed trophy.  The trophy had a plate engraved with the date 
and inscribed "Here lies the balls of Spanky the Pussy boy."  It was 
to show everyone my balls and remind me that they now belonged to 
Craig and Zack.

Both Craig and Zack came over and kissed me from both sides, which 
blocked my view of what Jeffrey was doing.  I could tell he was doing 
something with my ball bag but I couldn't tell what.  When the two 
guys moved away all I could see was Jeffrey sewing the opening he had 
made back up with fine stitches that wouldn't show once they had 
healed.

A small tight jock strap was brought out and the three of them fitted 
it stuffing my cock and pouch into it.  I had to wear it for a few 
days to allow the wound to heal without being stretched.  When I 
stood up I was still surprised buy the size of the bulge and the 
weight in my basket sticking out of the jock strap.

My ball bag was still numb from the injections and as I went to feel 
my sack the guys started to laugh.  I was very stunned to find 
something huge and hard still there under my cock that was stuffed in 
there as well.  Craig and Zack said we have replaced your balls with 
surgical stainless steel balls that weigh four hundred grams each.  
That's why you have to wear the jock strap till the stitches come out 
boy.  We've given you some new ball bearings boy.

I was pampered through the healing period and it was good to be free 
of the jock strap once the healing was completed.   The weight of my 
new ball bearings is exquisite as they sat at the bottom of my 
sack.   They rattled as I moved around like a cat with a bell on its 
collar, not to mention the bell attached to my PA.

After several months my ball bag had stretched some eight to nine 
inches.   It would swing wildly between my legs and if I tried to run 
naked they would slap from one leg to the other behind me like a ram 
running after a ewe in a paddock.  When I was in my bike nicks the 
guy's would bend my cock into all sorts of shapes to make it look 
silly and stand out even more.

Whenever we did bike training or had been in a race down at the club 
the guy would make me take a shower with then so the others could see 
their handy work that they had performed on me. The three of us had a 
fairly active sex life back at home and I kept house whilst Craig and 
Zack went to work and we reminded together.  

Craig died last year and it took some getting over.  However Zack and 
I are still together and share everything together.  I have never 
once missed my real balls and the years have been kind to both Zack 
and myself.