New Beginning

From 15 to now he gave into his desire for more and more intense 
genital torture

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I started out at age 15 playing with my cock and balls, tying them 
with cord, clamping vice grips on my cock head and foreskin and 
sticking objects down my piss hole. My dick knew what it liked even 
at that age. The older I got the more I enjoyed all aspects of 
genital torture. I ran across a piercing book and decided that I'd 
look hot with piercings. So I sent away for piercing needles, jewelry 
and a video on "how to do" piercing.  Whoa, what a rush when I 
pierced my left tit.  I waited a couple weeks; just to see how well 
the piercing healed, and was so pleased I pierced my right tit.  Guys 
began to hit on me at the gym, on the beach, and in the clubs.  Every 
one loved playing with the rings and it really sent me into a sexual 
high. 



I rented a couple of video's one rainy weekend and one of them 
depicted a couple of guys doing solo jerk off's.  The first guy had a 
nice enough body and made my dick kind of lukewarm, but the second 
guy had my dick's attention the moment he came on the screen. I knew 
right away he had tit rings and as he took off his shirt, he showed 
tattoos, a smooth chest and big size rings that he kept working, 
pulling, and twisting. When he dropped his pants, I shot cum all over 
the place.  Before my eyes was more jewelry that my eyes could take 
in at once.  A big P/A sticking out of his cocks piss hole, a dozen 
rings forming a ladder, from just under his dick all the way down his 
ball sac back to his ass, as well as a navel ring.  I was in love to 
say the least.  I played that video over and over again throughout 
the weekend and rubbed my cock raw. For weeks that was all I could 
think about and finally came to the conclusion I had to have the same.



I decided I wanted a professional piercer to do me in order to get 
the rings aligned properly, so I started walking through the yellow 
pages looking for a tattoo/piercing parlor.  I was surprised at how 
many there were so I started making the rounds.  I wanted a good 
looking stud that know what he was doing.  I must have gone to at 
least 10 different parlors, before I found the guy. When I told him 
what I wanted he looked a little apprehensive, and kind of reserved.  
I asked him if I'd said something wrong or had offended him in some 
way, but he told me to come back at closing time, and he'd explain 
then.   



I was there promptly at closing. As soon as I walked in he locked the 
door, put a closed sign in the window and pulled the blinds.  He told 
me to follow him into the back room and strip.  I was so excited I 
had a raging hardon as I dropped my pants.  He came up to me and 
started stroking my cock and fondling my balls.  He got down on his 
knees and began measuring my cock and ball sac.  He seemed impressed 
with my 9" uncut cock and lemon size nuts.  He asked me if I was 
single and gay.  I told him I was, but didn't understand what that 
had to do with anything.  He told me he was looking for a lover who 
would also be interested in turning over his body to him to modify as 
he wished.  If I were interested in his offer he would do my 
piercings for free as well as a few additional modifications. I was 
somewhat taken back by his offer.  I had come in expecting to get my 
cock and balls pierced and was offered a relationship to boot.  I was 
intrigued with the idea and he was certainly hot looking, so bold as 
can be I asked him if he'd mind taking his clothes off to let me see 
what he looked like naked.  He just laughed and dropped his pants and 
shirt to the floor.  Standing before me was an Adonis, rippling abs, 
smooth chest and a pierced 10" uncut cock standing at attention.  
Without blinking an eye, I told him I was his, and fell to my knees 
licking and sucking on his cock.  We didn't get around to piercing 
that night, but I did have a sore asshole the next morning.  We dated 
for perhaps a month, before I finally moved in with him and became 
his lover.  He took his time modifying my body.  He gave me a P/A 
first and began to remove my body hair though electrolysis.   It was 
almost six months before Adam announced it was time to put the rings 
in my ball sac.  He inserted two at a time, and within a year I had 
twenty-four rings. Adam love watching me walk around the house naked 
with the rings jigging, and I loved looking at my ringed balls as 
well. Standing in front of the mirror I always got a hardon. My 
biggest problem was wearing underwear, which caused the rings to 
bunch up and pinch. I solved the problem by throwing my underwear 
away and started wearing baggy pants.  They gave me freedom of 
movement and as I walked it allowed my cock to rub down one size of 
my leg while my nuts rested on the other side.  Twenty-four rings 
also acted as weights to my sac causing it to hang loose most of the 
time.  Guys at the gym openly stared while I was in the shower, and 
quite a few walked away with raging hardon's.  Only a few came up to 
me after I'd leave the gym and questioned me about my piercings.  All 
were curious for one reason or another.  Most couldn't understand why 
I'd want that many rings in my sac, while a few wanted to cope a feel 
or wanted to know the name of the piercer.  Only one of the them, 
Charlie, actually had his sac pierced.  



Adam continued to modify my body, adding a tattoo here and there over 
the next couple of years.  My last tattoo, a hooded snaked, covered 
my cock and balls. My tattoo's added a new dimension to my gym 
workouts.  I knew that a number of eyes were always staring my way, 
especially in the shower.  Charlie and I became workout buddies and 
he began to hang around Adam's tattoo parlor.  One evening Adam began 
asking me what I thought about Charlie, and if I'd be interested in 
adding a third guy to our relationship.  At first I became jealous, 
thinking that Charlie was trying to break us up, so he could have 
Adam for himself. When I confronted Charlie he was genuinely 
surprised that we had even discussed the possibility.  He said he was 
interested in finding a lover, but had never thought we'd be 
interested in him.  Truth be told, Charlie had a killer body, with 8 
fat cut inches and walnut size nuts.  I told Adam about our 
conversation and said he if it was ok with me, he wanted to include 
Charlie into the family.  Charlie turned out to be a true submissive 
bottom, and enjoyed being tied up, whipped, and loved being 
gangbanged.  He told us on a number of occasions he wanted to become 
our slave. He asked us to setup a scene where he was tied up in a 
dungeon and tortured, especially his cock and balls.  During our 
session, while we were abusing his cock and balls, he told us he 
wanted to be castrated.  The confession took me by surprise and when 
I looked over at Adam, was somewhat confused by the smirk on his 
face.  



Later on that week over dinner, I got up enough courage to bring up 
the subject of castration and was very surprised by Adam saying how 
turned on he got just thinking about gelding guys, and Charlie's 
reaction saying he wanted Adam to castrate him. They turned to me and 
wanted to know if I had ever considered being castrated. At that 
point my mind was in overload, thinking about being castrated, 
realizing I was seeing a new side to both my lovers, and what the 
possibilities would be like as an eunuch.  My mouth went dry and I 
couldn't seem to find my voice, but as I looked down I realized my 
cock was hard as a rock.  Both Adam and Charlie got up and stood 
beside my chair looking in my lap, Charlie started laughing pointing 
to my crotch.  He finally stopped and said I may have lost my voice, 
but my dick knew what it wanted.  Adam reached down, grabbed my dick 
and said perhaps my dick and balls should be mounted and displayed 
for all to see.



Our sessions took on a different meaning after that, the genital 
torture became more intense and talk about cutting, castration, 
branding, became the theme.  Both Charlie and I would be tied up and 
Adam would work over our cock and balls.  One particular session when 
both of us were tied, Charlie began begging Adam to use his balls as 
a pincushion.  Adam asked if I was game, resulting in Adam piercing 
our nuts with play piercing needles. The adrenaline high I got was 
like nothing I'd ever experienced before.  I knew then it would only 
be a matter of time, before I consented to being castrated.  Charlie 
said he wanted us to be castrated together and Adam said he was ready 
whenever we were. 



During the following year Charlie and I collected, read and saw a ton 
of literature on castration, eunuchs, and nullo's.  The literature 
included transsexuals, s/m dungeon scenes, slavery, sex offenders and 
medical reasons. Adam told us he had been approached but a friend in 
the leather community who wanted his slave boy cut.  He invited them 
over and we all began talking about castration, the reasons, and 
whether it was right for the individuals involved.  Jason the slave 
boy explained the reason he wanted to give up his manhood to his 
master, assuring us he would happiest an eunuch.  He said his only 
purpose in life was to serve and please his master and giving up his 
worthless balls was a small price to pay.  Before they left, a date 
had been set and Charlie and I were to be Adams assistants.  



After they had left, I asked Adam if he had any experience as a 
cutter, to which he told us to follow him.  We went down to the 
basement over to the back wall, where he pulled open the bookcase. 
There lined up on shelves where twenty jars containing balls and/or 
cocks of varying sizes.  He said he had been a cutter for over 10 
years and had removed balls and cocks whenever his services were 
requested.



I asked him when we had first met, if when he said he wanted a lover 
who would turn over his body for modification if castration had been 
part of it. He assured me he hadn't, but he had always wanted a 
eunuch lover. Charlie spoke up saying he was willing to fulfill the 
part. All the while I was looking over the jars my cock was hard as a 
rock, jerking up and down. Adam pushed the back of his hand against 
my cock and I shot a big load of cum. He didn't say anything, just 
walked away.  I was speechless, realizing the effect it had on me.



Two weeks later, Jason and his master arrived, and Charlie and I 
prepped him while Adam got his surgical tools ready.  After Jason 
signed a consent form, we strapped him to a table, spreading his legs 
and securing them.  Jason didn't want a scene, just the balls 
removed.  Adam injected around the ball sac, once he was sure the 
area was numb, he sliced down the left side, and pulled the nut out.  
I was amazed at the color and shape of the exposed nut and was 
impressed with Adam's surgical skill.  He sutured the cord and very 
carefully cut below the suture severing the nut. He asked Jason if he 
wanted him to continue or stop. Jason said he was ready for the other 
nut to be taken. Adam very carefully repeated the procedure to the 
right nut and took a break to look at his latest prize.  He kept 
checking the sutured cords to make sure they weren't bleeding, before 
closing up the empty sac.  Jason was released and taken upstairs 
where he was put to bed and watched.  He stayed with us a week, 
before going home with his master.  He told us he was really happy 
and hoped he would be back soon for Adam to remove the sac.



I woke up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, cum all over 
me, from a dream so real, I felt my cock still shooting as I reached 
down to be sure it was there.  The dream was about my nullification, 
in a darkly lit dungeon, with a dozen men standing around watching. I 
kept having the same dream over and over and I finally couldn't stand 
it anymore and decided to tell Adam and Charlie about it. Charlie was 
speechless while Adam suggested I talk with a psychiatrist friend of 
his.



I went to his friend and we had about six sessions, and I felt like I 
was getting nowhere.  I decided, what it boiled down to either give 
up my genitals or go crazy. So I marched into to the tattoo parlor 
just at closing and told Adam I had come to a decision.  I wanted him 
to remove my genitals.  He smiled that unnerving smile of his and 
said he would be delighted to put his artwork on display.  He told me 
I'd probably have to give up going to the gym because the sight of me 
without my cock and balls would probably result in my being band from 
the gym anyway.



After my decision the dreams appeared to stop, and life went back to 
normal.  When Charlie was informed of my decision he paled, 
remembering he had been begged me to be part of a castration scene.  
Now he realized his balls were to be trophies in the very near future.



We didn't have long to wait. Jason, his master, and a couple of other 
masters, were all invited over the following Saturday evening.  The 
dungeon was prepared, lights adjusted, a camera setup, and the 
operating table and chair were put in place.  Once everyone arrived, 
Charlie and I were led in, Charlie strapped down in the chair with 
his cock and balls hanging loosely over the edge of the chair.  I was 
strapped down to the operating table, my legs spread wide, the table 
tilted so I could see everything that was going on.  



Adam set down in front of Charlie, grabbed his cock and taped it to 
his stomach to keep it out of the way.  He injected around the ball 
sac and once he was sure the area was numb, he picked up the scalpel, 
pulled the balls down, and started cutting around the sac.  Once the 
cords were exposed and tied off, he quickly ran the scalpel across 
the cords and raised he hand holding Charlie's balls. Jason walked 
over holding a tray which Adam laid the balls on.  Jason walked 
around the room, showing everyone the severed balls and sac, while 
Adam finished by sewing up the sac.



All during the castration my cock stood at attention.  I begged Adam 
to make me cum one last time before he removed my cock.  He bent over 
and started sucked and chewing on my cock and in seconds I was 
shooting my load.  He continued to suck my cock until it softened.  
He washed my genitals two or three more times before he began the 
injection around my cock and balls.  He inserted a tube down my cock 
and ran the scalpel across the top of my genitals, exposing the 
ligaments, which he severed.  He pulled on my cock and it began to 
lengthen.  Even though my genitals were numb, my cock began to grow.  
Once he was sure the root was exposed he very carefully began tying 
it off.  He continued to slice down around my ball sac, leaving 
enough skin to close the wound, once he was finished.  He would cut 
awhile then waiting for the bleeding to stop.  He sutured my ball 
cords and cut them, before tying off my cock at the base.  He made 
two ties, looked up at me and told me to take a deep breath, because 
he was getting ready to make the final cut.  I nodded, help my breath 
and watched as the scalpel made it's way around the shaft between the 
two ties.  My cock and balls were severed from my body and hanging by 
the tube. He cut the tube and laid my cock and balls on another tray 
that Jason held out to him.  He rerouted my urethra and sewed up my 
crotch.  I was amazed as I watched the tattoo markings he had done so 
carefully align almost perfectly.  



I couldn't believe I gone through with it, I no longer have a cock or 
balls.  How will my life change?