Reunion

Classmates for Life so it seems. 

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I'm a 28-year-old blue eyed blond, 6 foot, 195 lbs., smooth 
chiseled chest and abs with 15-inch arms. Most of my friends say 
I'm a hot item, since they have all had me at least once or twice.  
What normally gets people's attention is the bulge between my legs. 
They always want to unwrap the package, and I'm usually more than 
willing to let them swing on my 10" uncut slap of meat.  I love 
having my cock sucked, chewed and manhandled along with my egg size 
hairless nuts.  Nothing makes me cum faster than having my nuts 
worked over while someone is chewing on my long foreskin.

Well I got a invitation from a college buddy of mine to attend a 
reunion and decided it would be a great idea to get back together 
with a few of my fuck buddies from college. We had all had a good 
time back then and I hated the idea of leaving a few of them, 
especially Brad.  Brad and I were identical in size right down to 
our overhang; the only difference, he was a gorgeous American 
Indian.  We made a striking couple and even though we were just 
great in bed, he was a closet case.  The first night I got into his 
pants was at a fraternity party, he was drunker than a skunk and I 
had been staying close by in case he needed a friend to take him 
home.  Of course he did and agreed to let me help him to the car, 
once we were inside I told him my place was closer than his and 
asked if he minded bunking down with me for the night.  He slurred 
his words, but I got an ok out of him before he passed out.  We got 
to my place in about 10 minutes and I woke him up and managed to 
get him up to my apartment and into the bedroom and on the bed 
before he passed out again.   I turned on the night-light and 
stripped before removing his clothes.  He was pretty much dead 
weight, but it was worth it to see him naked.  With his long black 
hair spread out over the pillow and that gorgeous body exposed, I 
had an instant hard on.  I was so horny; I couldn't stop myself and 
started licking him from head to toe.  I inhaled his male scent and 
almost came before I started sucking on that almond colored snake 
resting asleep between his legs.  I sucked the sleeping snake 
gently at first and then started nipping on the foreskin, sucking 
those eggs shaped nuts and back on the foreskin.  Before long the 
sleeping snake awake, spat a thick creamy load onto my tongue and 
went back to sleep.  As I was gathering up the creamy load I shot 
all over the side of the bed.  The next morning I awoke early and 
began the sucking ritual all over again.  As I was chewing on his 
foreskin he started stroking my hair and encouraging me to bite 
harder, which I gladly did, resulting in another thick creamy 
load.  I started to reach down to get myself off, when Brad slapped 
my hand away and rolled me over on my back.  He spat in his hand, 
coated his cock and shoved that snake up my ass in one swift 
shove.  He leaned over me and kissed me hard stifling my screams, 
until my ass got use to the log up there.  Once he started pounding 
my ass, he bent over and started sucking me off.  I've never had 
anyone since that who could fuck and suck at the same time and in a 
matter of minutes I was shooting my load down his throat and he was 
depositing his up my ass.  We collapsed in a heap and took a few 
minutes to catch our breaths, before saying anything.  He leaned 
over, gave me a peck on the cheek, crawled out of bed and headed 
for the shower.  I joined him and sucked him off a third time while 
in the shower and shot off at the same time.  While we were drying 
off, he told me that what we had done was great, but it couldn't 
happen again.  He was straight and I had caught him off guard, 
since he'd had too much to drink.  He told me, if I ever told 
anyone he'd beat my ass, until I couldn't walk.  I was somewhat 
dazed as he told me that, because I didn't think a straight guy 
could suck a dick like that especially as expertly as he had.  I 
agreed to keep his secret, but couldn't hide my disappointment.  He 
was such a hunk and I would have loved to be one of his closest 
friends.  He got dressed and asked me to drive him back to the frat 
house so he could get his car.  Once we arrived he gave me one of 
those gorgeous stares of his, said thanks for the ride, got into 
his car and drove away. I was really heart broken, returned home, 
had a good cry, and fell asleep.  I saw him around campus all that 
week, but he didn't speak so never did I, but just seeing him made 
me all hollow inside, I didn't eat, slept very little and 
daydreamed about him all the time.  Saturday night, I went out, had 
a few beers, and not seeing anything that came even close to Brad, 
I went home and went to bed.  Try as I might, I couldn't sleep, got 
a beer and was setting naked at the kitchen table when there was a 
knot on the door. I got up and opened it only to find a very drunk 
Brad standing in the doorway.  He walked pass me, taking my beer 
from my hand, and started taking his clothes off. I quickly closed 
the door and stared at the gorgeous hunk before me. Once he was 
naked I was on my knees before him sucking for all I was worth. 
Once he came, he pulled me up and carried me to bed.  We sucked and 
fucked all night long and when I awoke, he was gone.  That’s how 
our relationship went for the next two years until graduation.  He 
was all mine behind my apartment door, but once in public, we were 
just nodding acquaintances.  

Upon graduation, he disappeared; I assume back to his family and 
friends, while I went out in the world to forget. I went through a 
lot of fuck buddies, but none compared to Brad. So getting the 
invite was more than my poor heart could take, hoping upon hope 
Brad would be there. I made my reservations and decided to make a 
two-week vacation out of it.  If things didn't turn out, then I'd 
go to San Francisco for the rest of the vacation.

I arrived early, went to the hotel and checked in, then strolled 
around town.  When I returned to the hotel, Danny was there handing 
out name tags and packets for the reunion.  It was a real shock to 
see him, in only six years he had gone to fat and looked so much 
older.  At first I didn't recognize him, until he spoke, then it 
took me a little while to gather my wits about me.  He recognized 
me, and appeared to be drooling as he handed me my stuff.  I made 
small talk and asked who all was attending.  He named off some of 
my other fuck buddies, but I didn't hear Brad's name mention.  Of 
course Danny didn't know about us, so I finally came out and asked 
if Brad would be attending.  He looked down the attendee's list and 
verified he was on it.  I finally got away after some more small 
talk, without inviting Danny up for a quick romp in the hay. Being 
a tad overweight was one thing but Danny bulk was a real turn off.

The big night finally came, and I wore my tightest jeans, showing 
my assets off to their max, a silk pullover, and a jacket.  A 
number of my friends came over, chatted and stared at my bulging 
crotch.  Every once in a while I'd get a flash back of Brad's face 
and my cock would lengthen, and I'd notice a lull in the 
conversation as the eyes fastened on my crotch.  Toward the end of 
the evening someone came up behind me and ran their hand over my 
butt.  I turned around ready to punch someone's lights out only to 
be staring into Brad eyes.  I actually went weak in the knees.  He 
just smiled and said in a very low sexy voice how much he'd missed 
me.  I was speechless.  He told me to meet him in his room in 10 
minutes and walked away.

Everything after that was a blur, somehow I said my good byes, and 
made a beeline for his room.  I knocked and was greeted by a naked 
Brad, who pulled me into the room and pushed me down on my knees to 
greet my snake buddy.  I wasted no time at all getting reacquainted 
and was rewarded for my efforts with a big creamy load, just as I'd 
remembered it.

He stripped me and threw me on my back just like the first time, 
and fucked and sucked me till both of us climaxed. We laid side by 
side toughing and cuddling.  I couldn't get over how never of us 
had changed.  If it was possible he was even more gorgeous that 
before. The one thing I noticed was his being sober.  I asked him 
if he was still in the closet, and he said yes to a limited degree. 
He was single, financially well off, and led a very respectable 
life.  

We spent the entire two weeks in that hotel room and I was 
surprised I could walk at all, with his cock constantly up my ass.  
The last couple of days I grew depressed knowing that we would be 
parting and hating every minute of it.  Brad sensed there was 
something wrong, and finally over our last dinner together got it 
out of me.  He smiled and told me he had a proposition for me if I 
was interested.  I jumped at the chance and said yes immediately.  
He told me not to say anything until I had heard what he had to say 
and then to think about it before giving him my answer.

We went for a long walk and he finally stopped on top of a 
footbridge and told me his proposition.
He was in the market for a 24 hour by 7 day a week slave, who would 
willingly turn over his body to him, allowing him to do anything he 
wanted with it. He sexual tastes had turned to what he considered 
the darker side and he wanted a slave to satisfy those tastes.  He 
told me to think about it and if I were interested then he'd 
explain in greater detail what he had in mind for his slave.

He left me on the bridge and said he'd see me in the morning.  My 
mind was in turmoil, I wanted this man so bad, and yet I wasn't 
sure about the slave thing.  I knew I was in love with him, and 
would have given up everything to be with him if he'd asked me to 
come live with him, but being his slave made me shiver.  Just what 
did he have in mind.  Needless to say I got very little sleep, and 
was a wreck by the time I saw him the next morning.  I was somewhat 
angry as well, knowing he had led me on these two weeks, allowing 
me to fall in love with him all over again. I felt like he had 
betrayed me and given me no option but to agreed to his proposition.
  

The next morning, I went to his room and was greeted by a naked 
Brad, who smiled and invited me in.
He told me he was pleased to see me and assumed I had come to a 
decision.  I told him I had, but wanted to know why he had stung me 
along these two weeks.  He said he hadn't, I was the one who wanted 
him, and had forced him to reveal his desires.  So, it was my 
choice to go home, or become his slave. It was fine with him either 
way, but I had to decide before the day was over.  His cock grew 
and bobbed up and down as he was talking and I couldn't take my 
eyes off it.  I wanted it so bad; I could smell and taste it just 
by looking at it.  I fell to my knees and kissed his cock, and 
started to suck him again.  He pulled away and said he needed my 
answer before I could have my pleasure.  I told him I would agree 
to his conditions.  He said then listen very close, because he was 
looking for a eunuch slave. I stared at him in disbelief.  He 
wanted to castrate me!  This couldn't be happening; I loved him too 
much to leave him, but give up my nuts, no way.

When I said I couldn't let him castrate me, he said fine, he 
understood and no hard feelings.  He turned, walked over to the 
chair and put his clothes on.  He said his flight home was at five 
so he had to check out of the hotel.  He wished me well, and picked 
up his suitcase.  He told me to shut the door when I left and 
walked out the door.  I started crying in angry, heartbreak, and 
frustration.  How could he do this to me? What was my life going to 
be like now?  I knew I'd never find someone like him, so my life 
would have little meaning.

The next few hours were a blank, but at 4:30, I was standing in 
front of him at the air terminal, telling him I would become his 
slave and all that it entailed.  He smiled that gorgeous smile and 
said he knew I'd come.  He handed me the ticket and said welcome to 
a new live, slave. 


When we arrived, I carried his luggage to the car, and was given 
directions to his home.  Once we arrived, I carried the luggage 
into the house and up to his bedroom.  Once there he told me to 
strip and never to wear any clothes while in the house.  He took me 
into the bathroom and clipped what few hairs I had around my 
genitals and arms.  Then he shaved me, so I was as smooth as a 
baby's bottom.  He told me I was to keep myself that way at all 
times.  That night he put a ball stretcher on and weighted it with 
a five-pound ball.  It pulled my big nuts down stretching the sac 
as well as the cords.  I felt the cords pulling from way up inside 
my abdomen.  He told me that each day I would be required to pump 
my cock and balls for at least 2 hours, wear the ball stretcher for 
4, and workout for another 4.  He wanted me in tiptop shape, within 
3 months.

Every morning and evening I would service him by sucking and being 
fucked, and the remainder of the day I went through my daily 
routine.  About a month later, he invited a doctor in to examine me 
and told him he wanted to have my hair permanently removed as well 
as to insert a number of piercing.  He wanted rings in my tits, 
navel, ear lobes, and a Prince Albert through my cock.

The next month he had me strapped down and began saline injections 
into my sac. At times he would inject the saline into my sac, cock, 
and even into the nuts themselves. He said he was making sure my 
sac was loose before it's removal.

He kept the saline injections up for a least six months. I got use 
to the idea of my balls hanging heavy between my legs and was able 
to walk without too much trouble.  He seemed to enjoy handling my 
big sac and was always playing with it.   He bought me a big pump 
and cylinder's for Christmas and had me add that to my daily 
routine.  I'd pump my cock and balls daily until I had a really big 
set of genitals hanging between my legs.  The only break I'd get 
from pumping was when he injected the saline into my sac.  I knew 
my balls were getting bigger because after the saline was absorbed 
my balls would still hang down heavy. This ritual continued for 
over 2 year the daily pumping and injections.  Whenever we had sex, 
Brad was constantly working over my genitals, slapping, or punching 
or dumping hot wax all over them.  He stretched my foreskin and 
forced hot wax down inside and once the wax had cooled he would 
tack my foreskin around the edges into the wax. On several 
occasions he strapped me down to a table and shoved needles into my 
cock and balls and forced me to shoot off all over my stomach. He 
always grabbed the cum off my stomach, applied it to his cock using 
it for lubricate while fucking me.  

One day he came in and told me to crawl up on the table.  He 
strapped me down, putting straps over my arms, stomach and legs. He 
went over to a counter and brought back a tray and uncovered it 
beside him. I looked over and realized the playtime was over. My 
balls hung over the edge of the table By this time my sac was 
hanging at least half way down my legs. He picked up a scalpel and 
began slicing about 2 inches below my cock.  Due to all the 
stretching the skin was thin and it took very little pressure to 
cut into the sac. The weight of my big balls helped to separate the 
sac and as the scalpel continued around I could see the cords 
beginning to show.  Once the circle was complete he picked up a 
pair of scissors and snipped the center membrane and pulled the 
sac, exposing my nuts.  He laid the sac on the tray and began tying 
the cords. Sewing them tight, it was so weird to see my nuts 
swinging back and forth as he was inserting the needle and thread 
into the cords.  Once he had finished he grabbed both nuts pulled 
them taunt and sliced across cords until they separated from my 
body.  After years of seeing these hugh heavy hanging nuts between 
my legs and then suddenly nothing, I fainted.  My last though was 
how I was going to miss them.