being deballed by a Hunk to serve him
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A DREAM FULLFILLED… Once more in a dream I saw the city in the valley, and seacoast beyond and the snowy peak overlooking the sea… and there I was named Al’Rob. There with my real body of desire. The body I was when as a little boy I liked to masturbate my ass and was always very much fulfilled, getting a fantastic sensation all over my body. Doing so I was touching my nipples and was wondering if my breast will finally grow, like it happens to girls. But I was not wishing to become a girl. I was liking my boy’s body but liking even more other boys. As I grew up I realized, when I was masturbating that I was thinking of young or not so young guys I had seen on the screen, on pictures or on the street. I was attracted to all sorts of men … but first of all the muscle gladiators of the swords and sandals movies: like Steve Reeves or Kirk Morris …. Movies’ heroes but also in the “real life” cops, marines; real tough males! As long as my balls were not developed to their full size and my penis not getting big erection exploding sperm I was not bothered with my genitals. But when I started wetting my pants, swelling crotch I didn’t like my body transformation wishing I didn’t have these things between the legs. Not too many years ago I saw that hunk… a veterinary in real life… and started making some collages representing real muscular and hairy men with no male attributes (the ones I identify most) and others with beautiful cocks and balls. I also start writing a lot of stories involving castration rituals. But how to reshape my body? Wearing a ball’s bag with sharp nails within, or more complicated devices, just pressing my penis and balls, both in my hand as I was doing when masturbating since my younger days. I also did try to cook my balls, burned them, used electric devices… In the countryside I had started searching for legendary plants that will reduce my male organs but stimulate my ass like cunt. I was radically passive. But nothing was really working and it was hard to find men accepting it. They would have me dressed as a women but my favorite attire was that of a gladiator – that has nothing to do with woman’s dresses indeed! But today in my dream I was going to be fulfilled. A fantastically built warrior appeared to me holding tight a leather band ready to size my balls … When deballed he says I’ll be his and will be consecrated Shaman of his Tribe… I had found my Master Cutter… you! My God whose incarnation of the Goddess I was! But I woke up from the dream all sweaty with a huge erection as if I was a man, My Man! What I wished most I feared most. Still I was wishing to get my little penis like clit becoming hard and sensitive, getting wonderful orgasm as I’ll submitted to thy O my Man!