The Collector

Story of a young female who collects the penises of males by cutting them off.

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The Collector

A fantasy story about a young lady starting a novel collection, 
by [email protected] 

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Sally flopped into the swivel chair in front of her computer and 
logged on. She waited patiently as the machine came to life and the 
screen flickered for a moment. The screen indicated that she had 
unread e-mail message. A slight smile spread across her face when she 
saw from whom the message was from. She opened up the window 
immediately and read the message.

'Have made contact with the new owner of the merchandise as
requested. She is in full agreement with your proposal, but does
not wish to delay delivery any longer than necessary, therefore
would wish for procedure to be conducted as soon as possible.
Contact me at you convenience to finalise arrangements.

	Best wishes,

Sarah.'

	The smile on Sally's face widened as she read the message. No 
time like the present, she thought to herself as she reached over for 
the telephone.

	After only a couple of rings, the telephone was answered.

	"Hi, Sarah. Sally. Just read your message. Excellent 
news�.when?"

	There was a pause for a moment or two.

	"This afternoon would be good for me. Around 3pm? You'll be 
all ready for me then? Yes, same as last time would be excellent. See 
you at three." Sally concluded the telephone call and sat back 
looking into space, still smiling to herself, considering the 
prospects for that afternoon.

	Sally was a slim, very attractive twenty- one-year-old 
female, had moved to the area about six months ago and had formed a 
small and close circle of friends in that time. As an attractive 
single female, she had her fair share of male admirers, and although 
she may enjoy their company, none had been successful in getting her 
to bed. Although Sally had a considerable interest in young men, that 
interest did not extend to simply lying on her back and allowing 
someone to screw her. Sally preferred relationships where she called 
the shots and decided what to do, and she considered that males were 
to be used and abused as she saw fit, and then cast aside. Sally was 
dominant in all relationships, but especially where sex was 
concerned. In fact, she was more than merely dominant, she could be 
sadistic. She both enjoyed, and obtained considerable sexual pleasure 
from seeing others, preferably young men, restrained in some way, 
helpless and available for her to amuse herself with. 


	Sally had moved to the area, despite the remoteness, after 
conducting a considerable amount of research. For years, stories had 
circulated about an underground 'white slave trade', whereby young 
and attractive females were obtained by one means or another and then 
forced to serve and please others. It was always assumed that such 
activities took place in foreign lands, not here in the civilised 
West. However, such a trade actively flourished in the West and a 
large number of young girls were offered for sale to discreet clients 
each year. If you had the right contacts, and of course the money, it 
was relatively simple to purchase a 'slave' specific to an 
individuals requirements. Many of these young females were sold to 
males, but in the last few years, an increasing number of enquiries 
had been received from female clients in respect of obtaining the 
services of male slaves. This interest had developed and as a 
consequence there was now a considerable demand for young men 
considered suitable for training to serve female owners.


	Sally had struck up a close friendship with a female by the 
name of Sarah, a woman in her mid thirties, who unofficially acted as 
an auctioneer in arranging the sale of individuals to interested 
parties. Through Sarah, Sally had made a number of contacts and was 
able to offer a service that not only satisfied her own desires but 
also provided her with a small income as well. Females often desired 
to own a male slave frequently because of their superior strength and 
ability to carry out manual tasks, however there was always the 
problem of the male's natural sexual instincts. Females owners were 
always concerned that a male slave could always overpower, assault or 
even rape them. To this dilemma of how to own a male safely, Sally 
was able to offer the perfect solution. 

	At a little after 2pm, after consuming a light lunch and two 
glasses of wine, Sally collected a small briefcase from her bedroom 
and then made her way to a building on the outskirts of the town 
which appeared from the outside to be a rather lavish house. On the 
arrival of Sally, Sarah opened the door and ushered her in, after 
which she securely locked the front door. Once inside the house, 
Sarah and Sally entered a small office on the ground floor and closed 
the door behind them.

	"So, what can you tell me?" asked Sally.

	Sarah opened a file of papers that had been on the desk and 
began to flick through them.

	"His name's Kevin, born in England eighteen years ago. 
Abducted whilst on a holiday here two months ago and has undergone 
some basic training during that period at the Training School. Said 
to be reluctant at first, but more compliant of late and may be a 
good prospect for the future," said Sarah, looking up once again.

	"And�." Said Sally, which caused Sarah to grin.

	"Physically," she went on, "he's in good shape. You got the 
photos that I e-mailed you?" she asked.

	"Yes thanks," she replied, remembering for a moment the first 
time she had seen the pictures of the naked young man taken for 
inclusion in the auction programme. "That's why I called you at once, 
because I liked the look of him."

	"Well, if anything," continued Sarah, 'he looks even better 
in the flesh. Slim, quite attractive and with a nice body."


	Sally smiled and nodded.

	"Anything else of interest?" she asked.

	"The notes from the training centre states that he has shown 
a reluctance to be naked in the presence of females whilst undergoing 
training," smirked Sarah.

	"So, worried about girls peeking at his little dick is he? 
Well, he won't have to worry much longer will he?" said Sally with a 
laugh.

	"And finally," said Sarah, "he's been thoroughly cleaned and 
showered and is now downstairs awaiting your arrival."

	Sally thanked her and taking her case, left the office and 
made her way downstairs.

	Sally unlocked the heavy door of the room and pushed it open. 
The room was about ten feet square and had no windows although the 
ceiling lights gave more than adequate illumination. In roughly the 
centre of the room was a heavy table like object, on which a young 
man was secured. The youth appeared to be in his late teens and was 
wearing nothing but a pair of very brief and tight fitting white 
pants, which clung to his body as if a second skin. The young man was 
securely fastened to the trolley on his back with his head and 
shoulders raised slightly, by means of a two thick webbing belt, one 
which passed over his stomach, and another which passed over his 
upper chest. Both straps appeared to be fastened underneath the 
table. His hands were also secured above his head and a gag was 
fastened in his mouth. As he realised Sally had entered the room, he 
had turned towards her.

	Sally smiled at the boy's frightened face, attempting to put 
him at his ease. She placed her briefcase down on a small table 
beside where the boy lay.

	"You're Kevin are you?" she asked.

	The boy, unable to speak because of the hard gag in his 
mouth, nodded at her, to which Sally smiled again. Although she 
attempted to remain business like, she could already feel her stomach 
start to flutter. She reached over and gently unbuckled the gag at 
the back of his head.

	"There," she said, pulling away the gag, "I don't think we'll 
need that for a while." She put the gag down on the table and turned 
to face him. 

	"Hi, Kevin," she said, trying to sound as friendly as 
possible, "I'm Sally. I'm not your new owner, but she has asked me to 
come along today to discuss one or two things with you, okay?" 


	The boy nodded again.

	Sally pulled up a chair and for the next ten minutes or so 
simply talked with the boy, attempting to put him at his ease, and 
although he remained guarded, he did seem to relax a little. 
Eventually, Sally decided it was time to get on with things.


	"Now, Kevin," she said, "I need to do some very simple tests 
and I will have to position your legs out of the way okay?"

	Before he could reply or think about it properly, Sally 
swiftly secured a leather cuff around his left ankle and then did the 
same with the right ankle. To the cuffs she attached a length of 
chain and then in turn hooked these chains to a piece of apparatus, 
which was suspended from the ceiling. Satisfied he was quite secure, 
she took hold of a small control box and began pressing various 
controls. Almost immediately, a small electrical motor near the 
ceiling buzzed into life. The mechanical device on the ceiling began 
to move and Kevin's ankles were first pulled wide apart, and then 
slowly backwards towards his chest, so forcing him to bend his knees. 
The effect eventually was to force his thighs wider and wider apart. 
Once Sally was satisfied the correct position had been achieved, she 
switched off the motor and put down the control. She swiftly checked 
the bonds that restrained the boy, ensuring that he was incapable of 
anything other than the slightest movement.

Once satisfied that everything was ready, she glanced down between 
the boy's now widely spread thighs. The thin material of the brief 
pants he was wearing was stretched taut around the boy's bulging 
genitals. Sally couldn't help but smile. 


"Those pants look a bit tight now," she said, turning to face him, 
"let's see if I can make it a little more comfortable for you."

She smiled at him and then turned to her briefcase, opened it in such 
a way that the prone boy could not see the contents, and removed a 
small pair of scissors from it. She took hold of the thin material of 
his pants by his right hip and snipped through it effortlessly. 

"No, please�" said Kevin, but she simply ignored him as she leaned 
across his stomach and repeated the procedure with the other side of 
his pants. Once cut, she pulled the now useless garment away from 
between his legs, rendering him now completely naked. Sally began to 
breathe more deeply as she gazed upon the young man's now exposed 
genitals. His penis was circumcised and looked larger than it had 
appeared in the photographs she had seen previously, even though it 
was still limp at this time. Like all slaves, the boy was devoid of 
all pubic hair, which somehow made his genitals appear even more 
naked than usual. She noticed his balls looked large and heavy, 
although her interest was focussed on his penis.

Most women seemed to consider the male genitals to be ugly and 
somewhat disgusting, but not Sally, she was fascinated by a man's 
cock and balls. She enjoyed the sight of a penis, and in the right 
circumstances, she would happily play with a cock for hours, 
sometimes bringing pleasure with her hands, at other times pain and 
discomfort.

"How old are you boy?" she asked of Kevin.

"I was eighteen at my last birthday, Miss" he said, adding the 'miss' 
almost as an after thought.

Sally nodded slowly as if absorbing the information, although her 
eyes remained fixed on his crutch.

"You're very well developed considering your only eighteen," she 
said. "You must be very popular with the ladies with a cock of that 
size"

Sally's hand came to rest on the boy's thigh, about six inches from 
his genitals. She smiled at him briefly, and as she did so, he felt 
her fingers slowly fold around his penis and squeeze it gently. Kevin 
flinched as he felt her fingers make contact with his flesh. 
Normally, like most eighteen-year-old males he would have been quite 
pleased to have some young lady playing with his cock, but this was 
different. Now he was tied up and helpless and he realised that this 
female in front of him could do anything she wished and he was quite 
powerless to stop her. Sally felt herself becoming exited as she 
began to gently fondle the boy's intimate flesh.

"That feels nice," she said. "You don't mind if I play with it for a 
minute do you?" she asked, knowing full well that the boy could do 
absolutely nothing about the situation anyway.


"No..no, Miss," the boy replied stuttering slightly

"So tell me, how many girlfriends have you had then, boy?" asked 
Sally.

"A few, Miss," he replied nervously, his mouth feeling dry, "not too 
many"

"Did you fuck some of them with this big cock of yours?" she asked, 
once again squeezing his penis.

Kevin coughed gently, slightly shocked by the type of questions he 
was now being asked. He paused for a moment before answering, unsure 
of what was best to say.

"Some of them, Miss, I slept with some of them," he replied.

Sally grinned at him enjoying the feeling of absolute power over a 
helpless male. 

"I bet some of them even sucked it as well, did they? I know you boys 
like that, don't you? You like it when a girl starts to kiss and lick 
your cock, don't you? It feels nice when she opens her mouth and 
starts to suck on that big knob, making you all hot and hard? It must 
have happened to you a lot, I reckon, because you've got a very 
suckable cock, haven't you?" asked Sally, enjoying teasing the 
hapless boy. Sally's fingers were now no longer just holding his 
penis, but now gently stroking and fondling it, almost lovingly.

For the next few minutes, no words passed between them. Kevin did not 
know what all this was about, but he was concerned about the fact 
that he was tied down and naked, his legs spread wide with the most 
vital part of his anatomy laid bare. Who was this girl in front of 
him and what did she want of him? She was continuing to gently 
masturbate him, but he didn't know if he was supposed to get an 
erection or not. Secured in the position he was, he certainly had no 
intention of upsetting her, but he wish he had a better idea of what 
she expected of him.

The boy's penis was not erect, but it had certainly expanded since 
Sally had removed his skimpy pants some minutes earlier. All her 
attention was focused on the boy's cock, as her fingers gently 
continued to stroke up and down the shaft of his organ and over the 
circumcised head of it. She loved the feel of a penis in her hand 
when she was totally in control, as she was now. Effectively, she 
thought, the boy had already surrendered his cock to her, it was now 
her property to do with as she wished. 

"Trouble is," said Sally suddenly, "a slave's penis always causes 
problems eventually. No matter how much a boy will promise to be 
good, some time or other, his cock will cause problems and that's why 
it's essential for a Mistress to take appropriate measures, isn't 
it?" Sally smiled at the boy, noticing how frightened he looked.

"What do you mean, Miss?" Asked Kevin quietly.

"Well, you know that most owners keep their slaves naked don't you? 
After all, it's easier to wash a body than to keep washing clothing, 
isn't it. Well, imagine you're working alongside perhaps three or 
four pretty girl slaves, and you're all constantly naked. All of the 
time you can see their bodies as they walk around, reach up, or bend 
over and the like. You've already said you like screwing girls, so it 
could only be a question of time before you started to feel randy at 
the sight of all that female flesh so close by. Then, when you got 
randy, your cock would get hard and you'd want to start screwing one 
of the other slaves, or want to put your cock in her mouth wouldn't 
you? And of course, you know that a slave doesn't have sex unless he 
or she is ordered to do so. Even if you didn't have sex, I know what 
young men are like and no doubt instead of getting on with your work, 
you'd spend most of your time playing with this thing, wouldn't you?"

Kevin shook his head, but said nothing.

"That's why an owner has to make sure that a boy's cock is controlled 
and isn't able to go screwing young ladies, or indeed, even be played 
with. There are various ways of making sure a boy's penis behaves 
itself. You can fasten it up in some way, or keep it locked in a tube 
like a chastity belt so that the boy can't touch it. Some ladies for 
instance use pins, pieces of thick wire about three inches long which 
they stick through the boy's penis to stop him having sex with a 
girl. They will put about five or six pins through the poor boy's 
cock, but I understand it is very painful, especially the one that is 
forced right through the knob of the cock."

Kevin was terrified. Was this what was to become of him? Were his 
most sensitive parts to be tortured in this fashion? He tugged 
against his bonds, but there was no prospect of escape. He was 
fastened securely and totally at the mercy of this girl, who 
continued throughout to fondle and stroke his penis.

"Some other girls put a small ring through the boy's cock up here 
near the knob, and another ring through his ball bag. They then lock 
the rings together so that he can never get an erection unless of 
course his owner decides to release him for a short while so that she 
can perhaps amuse herself with him. But with all of these methods, 
there is always the chance that the boy will somehow escape from his 
confinement and then indulge in acts that he is not permitted to." 
She glanced at his worried face and smiled. "Of course, you can 
always geld a boy, as you would an animal and cut his balls off, but 
boys without their balls tend to get lazy and run to fat." She paused 
for a moment.

"Anyway, you'll be pleased to know that having discussed the matter 
with your new owner, she has decided not to do any of these things to 
you"

The signs of relief on the young man's face were obvious as Sally 
continued.

"Still, your new owner does see this cock of yours as a problem. She 
wants to make quite certain that you don't have sex with any of the 
other slaves, and at the same time ensure that you get on with your 
work and not spend hours playing with yourself."

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but Sally held up her hand to 
silence him.

"Your new owner has decided that really, a boy only needs a penis in 
order to have sex, and of course, as a slave, you won't be allowed to 
have sex in the future. She also considers that a boy doesn't need a 
penis in order to pee, because girls don't have a penis and manage to 
use the toilet quite adequately." Again Sally paused before she 
delivered the most crucial statement so far. "It follows, therefore, 
that as a slave, you don't need a penis at all, do you?" she paused 
again briefly. "So your owner has decided to give your penis to me, 
because she knows that I collect young men's cocks," Sally said 
triumphantly.

Kevin looked slightly stunned for a moment, not really sure what the 
girl had said. He thought he understood, but wasn't sure.

"In short, boy," Sally explained, "you owner has decided that your 
penis is of no further use to you and should be amputated. She has 
asked me to perform that act today, therefore, in accordance with 
your owner's wishes, this afternoon, I'm going to cut off your cock."


Almost immediately the boy began to struggle violently against his 
bonds and began to babble frantically,

"No, you can't..not my cock�surely, not my cock�you can't just cut it 
off�"

He would have babbled on for ever had Sally not rammed the gag back 
into his mouth hard and fastened it tightly into his mouth. His 
babbling was silenced, being replaced by quiet grunts and moans. Once 
effectively gagged, Sally went to her case and removed a pre-prepared 
syringe. She gently pushed the needle into the boy's arm and 
discharged the contents into his bloodstream.

"Just a little stimulant to stop you from fainting you know. It's not 
the pain that makes boys faint, because I understand it doesn't hurt 
much, but sometimes seeing their penis actually come off gets a bit 
too much for them," she said, grinning at him.

She returned to the case, took out another syringe, a dish, which she 
filled with a clear liquid, and an instrument that consisted of a 
handle and two curved blades. By applying pressure on the handle, the 
two blades could be brought together, overlapping very slightly so 
that the hole in the centre diminished to nothing. The purpose of 
this device was obvious.

Sally turned back to the boy and looked at him.

"I shall give you another injection in a moment which will be in the 
base of your penis. It stops any bleeding and effectively seals both 
the severed penis and the wound itself. Once your penis is removed, I 
shall place it in this solution for a moment, which then preserves it 
and ensures that it remains as fresh as it is now, forever. Your cock 
will then join the collection I keep in my bedroom. I have collected 
four cocks like yours already, and yours will be the fifth. Every day 
when I look at it, I shall be reminded of you won't I?" she said 
grinning.

Sally put all the required articles so they were at hand, and then 
reached out again and once again took hold of the limp organ, which 
caused him to wriggle and struggle violently, all of which was to no 
avail.  

"Now, before I actually do it," she said, "I wondered if you'd like 
to come for one last time? I'm not going to suck it for you, but it's 
such a beautiful cock, I'll certainly give you a nice hand-job. Would 
you like me to do that?" Without waiting for an answer from the boy 
she began to expertly stroke her hand up and down the shaft of his 
soon to be severed penis.

"Does that feel nice?" she asked after a few moments. 

"You do have a really cute cock you know boy. It's going to look 
really good in my collection, star of the show in fact," said Sally.


Although she continued to masturbate him, his penis did not become 
fully erect, and after some minutes she gave up and reached instead 
for the syringe.

"Looks like you don't want to come after all does it? I'll just get 
on with it then," she said.

She gently pushed the needle of the syringe into the very base of his 
penis from both the top and the bottom by his scrotum and injected 
the liquid. Again she rubbed his penis trying to ensure it didn't 
shrink too much. Next, she picked up the cutter and snipped the jaws 
of it closed a couple of times in front of the boy's wide open eyes.


The boy was terrified. He yelled and screamed, but no sound was made. 
He kicked and thrashed, but no movement was made. He knew then that 
he was about to have his cock cut off, and there was nothing he could 
do about it. In frustration, he screwed his eyes tight shut in an 
effort to mentally escape from his dilemma. Once again he felt the 
girl's fingers on his cock, this time pulling it quite hard away from 
his body, stretching it out. Then he felt the cold metal of the 
cutters being pushed down over the circumcised knob of his penis and 
down the shaft of it, all the way to the very base of it. 



"I need to get the cutter right down at the very base because I want 
to make sure I get ever last bit of your cute cock. Don't want a ugly 
stump of cock left behind do we?" she said, still smiling at the 
frantic boy.

Satisfied everything was in position and that the cauterising fluid 
would have had time to work, she gently squeezed the cutter handles 
together until the blades touched his flesh.

"Right then, young man," she said, "time to say goodbye to your cock, 
I think."

She applied gentle pressure to the handles and he felt the blades 
grip against the base of his penis more firmly. He struggled for the 
last time, although he knew it was pointless. Now he could feel the 
blades pressing hard against his penis, and a spot or two of blood 
appeared on the blade. Sally applied a little more pressure and the 
blades began to cut deeper into his flesh. She wanted to do this 
slowly and carefully, savouring the pleasure of the moment. The boy 
silently screamed and yelled, partly in pain, but also in rage and 
because he was so helpless to do anything. 


The blades cut deeper, slicing through the soft tissue easily and 
cleanly. Sally grinned, and the boy screamed from behind his gag. 
Sally could see the sharp metal blades buried deeply in the boy's 
penis, cutting through the intimate flesh. Her heart was pounding in 
excitement as the two blades got closer and closer together. Suddenly 
the blades met, cutting through the final pieces of flesh and 
allowing the boy's now severed penis to fall onto his stomach. A huge 
grin spread over Sally's face as she dropped the now redundant cutter 
into her briefcase and seized the now severed penis. She placed the 
organ in the beaker of clear liquid, a solution which would preserve 
the severed flesh in its present condition.

Sally glanced down between the boy's thighs once more. His two heavy 
balls still remained, but where his cock had once been, was now 
nothing, save for the open wound which she dusted with antiseptic 
powder before applying a light dressing. What she had not told the 
boy of course, was that by cutting off his cock, but leaving his 
balls intact was perhaps the cruellest torture of all. He would still 
have all the sexual desires and thoughts of a normal male, but now no 
longer had a cock to obtain any sexual relief.

"There, all done," said Sally in a pleasant voice, and then conscious 
that the boy still had his eyes tight shut, added, "you can open your 
eyes now."

Sally began to tidy up and put things away in her briefcase. After a 
minute or so, she fished the severed organ out of the preserving 
fluid and patted it dry with a tissue. Already the cut end had been 
sealed by the solution. She took hold of the penis and examined it 
carefully, before holding it out in front of the boy's face.


"Does look cute, doesn't it?" she asked as the boy shed a tear. 
"Perhaps," she said thoughtfully, "I could have it made into a brooch 
or a pendant so I could wear it around my neck on a chain. I think 
that would look rather good." The boy said nothing.


She placed the boy's penis into a container and placed it in her 
briefcase, which she then closed shut. 

"Right then," said Sally with a smile, "time I was off. I might see 
you around some day. Bye," and then as an afterthought added, "Oh, 
and thanks for the cock."

It was about a month later when Sally found another message from 
Sarah waiting on her computer. She opened up the message hoping it 
would be something of interest.

'Hi. Have just heard about Kevin, the boy whose penis you removed. He 
is making excellent progress and now fully healed. Owner delighted. 
Contacted me yesterday with the news. Also stated that Kevin has been 
seen by a number of her friends who are most impressed. One, a Miss 
Summers, has three teenage slaves and wants you to remove the penis 
from each as soon as convenient. Can you assist? Contact me.'

Sally smiled at the computer screen. It looked as if her collection 
was about to increase still further in the near future. No time like 
the present, she thought to herself as she reached over for the 
telephone.



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