Big Ed

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 Older, husky, dominant man--- hairy, beer gut, seeks young, small framed,
 submissive and boyish.  Must be in shape with very small endowment and beefy
 ass.  No whiners.  Leave a message in Box 342
 
 
 I answered the ad, leaving my phone number and a description of myself.  He
 called me back a couple of hours later, asked me a few questions over the
 phone and then gave me an address.  "Come by tonight.  I'll see you at
 7:00", he said matter of factly.  His attitude gave me a boner.  I rang the
 bell right on time.  My stomach was in my throat as he opened the door.  I
 was pleasantly surprised how attractive I found him.  He looked like Dick
 Butkus-  He must have been 6'4", with bright green eyes, a thick mustache,
 manly face and the build of a wrestler or a football player.  He looked me
 over.  "Very nice", he said, motioning me into the living room.  "Go stand
 by the fireplace son.  I'll be right with you".  I could feel his eyes on my
 butt as I walked.  I hoped he liked what he saw.  There was a fire going and
 it felt good against my backside.  He came back into the room with a cigar
 in his mouth.  He sat in a big leather chair, and lit his cigar, holding his
 hand around it as though a draft might extinguish it.  "Well, get naked--

 let me see what you've got", he said.  I almost formed my lips to register a
 complaint about being embarrassed, but I remembered the "no whining" rule
 and quickly got out of my clothes.  When I was completely naked, I stood
 still, facing him, waiting to be appraised.  "That is a little tiny thing
 you got there, son".  I blushed, realizing it was especially shriveled--
 nervous, I guess.  "No need to be embarrassed.  As you already know, I have
 quite a thing for small dicked boys.  Now turn around", he commanded.  "And
 a big white ass to boot!  You'll do fine-- just fine", he grinned.  He got
 up from his chair and started down the hall, toward what I assumed was the
 bedroom.  "Come on!  Get in here boy, we don't have all night".  I followed
 him into a small room, which contained only  an examination table, a big
 stainless steel whirlpool tub and some equipment, whose purpose I didn't
 know.  "I do physical therapy work, mostly with college ball players", he
 offered as an explanation for the contents of the room.  He patted the
 white-papered, padded table with his thick, weathered hand, "Why don't you
 sit that purdy ass right here?", and so I climbed up.  He sat on a short
 stool on wheels, and flicked his cigar into an ashtray shaped like a naked
 lady.  He rolled around on the stool, as though he were as comfortable on it
 as he was his own legs.  At one side of the table and then the next, he
 clicked two stirrups into place.  "Slide back and put your feet into these."
 I did as told.    He touched the inside of my thighs, pushing them further
 apart, to better his view of my privates.  The second I felt his callused
 hands on me, I felt my dick rise up my belly to stand full mast.  "I think
 somebody likes me", he said playfully.  I giggled a little, like a  little
 boy, in spite of myself.  "I thought that might happen, but I can take care
 of that--  But first lets get a couple of pictures and then I will want to
 measure it.  And that's a full hard-on-- that's as big as it gets?"  "Yes
 sir, I'm afraid so".  He looked me straight in the eye.  "The smaller the
 better son.  No more apologizing-- be proud.  Boys like you with your big
 round white asses, small dicks and soft skin, you were built just to tempt
 men like me."   He placed his measuring tape at my belly and pressed my dick
 against it.  "Four inches, bone hard", and he wrote it down on a chart and
 then snapped 3 poloroids, laying them on the table next to him.  "How tall
 are you?", he began asking questions as though I were at the Doctor's.
 "Five-Seven."  "Weight?"  "175".  "What size pants do you wear?  31".  When
 he finished with the questions, he wheeled over and picked up a syringe off
 the table by the door.  I hadn't noticed it before.  I looked alarmed, but
 said nothing as he starting injecting my groin in several places.  I jumped
 a little.  "Sorry",  this is just to numb your cock and balls.  Should take
 effect almost immediately.  "There, That did the trick"  I looked down to
 see him flicking my now numb and quite shriveled equipment.  I couldn't feel
 a thing.  He measured me in the flaccid state (2 1/4") and he took a couple
 more shots with the poloroid.  He then picked up another syringe and
 injected my cock twice, at the base, on the left and right.  A third syringe
 was used to inject each of my testicles.  He offered no explanation.
 
 When he had finished, he slapped me on the ass, "All right you.  We're all
 done here for now.  Get that purdy ass down to the end of the hall and into
 bed!  I got up and padded quickly down the hall, found the big bed and
 climbed in.  It felt strange not to be able to feel my cock and balls as I
 walked.  
 
 He showed up a couple of minutes later.  I was surprised to see him
 completely naked.  And what a sight.  Thickly muscled and covered in light
 brown fur, a huge boner sticking straight out in front of him.  Even hard,
 it had a full covering of foreskin over the head and his heavy balls swung
 between thick tree trunk thighs.  Even with no feeling in my dick, I still
 wanted him bad.  He lay back and let me service him for a very long time.
 He had me turn my ass around so he could play with my hole.  I backed up on
 his fingers, showing him how much I wanted him inside me.  When he laid me
 on my back and fucked me, holding my ankles, it felt great.  I realized that
 all the pleasure had to be coming just from my ass, as I'm sure he intended.
 
 
 He finally shot, pumping me doggy style on the bed.  He reached under me and
 cupped my small, numb cock and balls in his big hand.  As soon as he did, he
 exploded deep inside me.  He made me stay in that position while he went to
 the bathroom.  I heard the sound of his heavy stream of piss in the toilet.
 He returned with a dry tissue and a roll of tape.  I was confused.  He wiped
 down my ass with the tissue, and then unrolled a 6 inch piece of medical
 tape down the crack of my ass, over my hole, sealing it tightly.  "I want
 you to sleep with my load in you", he offered.  I awoke and could feel my
 dick and balls again.  The feeling of the tape over my hole reminded me that
 I'd slept with his cum in my ass.  I got hard at the thought and started
 humping the sheets.  I was startled as I felt his big hand come down on my
 ass good.  He continued to spank me until I'm sure it was quite red.    "Bad
 boy!  Its not about that.  Never do that in front of me again!  He left the
 room and returned with the syringe.  "Spread your legs", I did as told.  I
 was once again injected and my genitals went numb.  He was still pissed, but
 had me blow him and swallow his load before sending me home.  He told me to
 be here again next Saturday, same time.  I wasn't to call before then unless
 it was to cancel, and if I did, it better be a damned good reason.  
 
 I showed up the next weekend he followed basically the same routine:  the
 shots in my dick, sex, the tape over my hole.  He brought me ice cream in
 bed and we watched television.  I fell asleep on his thick furry chest.
 When I woke up the next morning, I rolled over on my back, trying to be
 good, hoping he wouldn't send me home.  But he did.  Only this time, I got a
 long deep kiss at the door.
 
 When I returned for the third weekend, I was on the table, with my legs in
 the stirrups.  He was about to inject my cock, when he commented, "Hmmm, no
 hardon this week.  You're getting tired of me already?".  "No, not at all",
 I said defensively.  "Calm down, boy!".  "Actually, I'm playing with you a
 bit.  You see, the shots I've been giving you in your cock and balls are for
 this very purpose.  The ones in your cock will gradually reduce or restrict
 the flow of blood into your dick, until erections will decrease in frequency
 and firmness, eventually disappearing altogether.  As long as the shots are
 administered every week, that is.  The ones in your testicles will also
 cause them to shrink in size, but will still supply your body with the
 testosterone your body needs, so you can stay well muscled, the way I like
 you." At first I was stunned, even angry, that he'd been doing this without
 my consent.  Then I thought, "You never even asked-- You willingly did
 anything he asked, no questions."  I softened and smiled at him.  "That
 really turns you on, doesn't it?  Taking my hardons away from me?  " Oh
 yeah... tremendously--  and the best part is, if we keep this up, your cock
 should diminish to about half the size it was when you first came here".
 And I think the decrease in size will be permanent-- even if we stop the
 shots.  I looked at him square in the eye, "You do anything you want to me".
 I trust you completely, and I've never felt more satisfied.  I stayed until
 Sunday night.  This time he sent me away with several paper bands, which he
 told me to wear around my cock at night.  I was to sleep in underwear, so I
 wouldn't dislodge them.  Then I was to report whether they were broken in
 the morning.  This would let him know if involuntary erections at night had
 ceased.  The first two nights, I was almost disappointed to find they were
 broken.  After that, I didn't break a single band until I returned to Ed's
 the next weekend.  We were both very excited about it.  That weekend, he
 asked me to move in with him.  I did so without hesitation.  He continued to
 give me the shots weekly.  But he only gave me the numbing shots when I
 requested them (I grew to enjoy the lack of sensation), since his main
 purpose in doing so was to eliminate erections, and I never got them
 anymore.  
 
 On the first anniversary of our meeting, Ed re-measured my soft cock,
 something he'd been dying to do, and found that it was now barely an inch,
 less than half its original flaccid measurement.  My balls were also about
 half their original size, small enough in fact to fit nicely into their
 "sockets" in my belly and Ed often pushed them up inside me when he was
 playing down there. Obviously excited, he rubbed his hands together,
 announcing that he had a surprise for me.  Never one to beat around the
 bush, he produced a length of rope and began tying my ankles to the stirrups
 on the table.  He then tied my knees as far apart as they would go.  He came
 around and cranked up the top of the table, so I could watch.  He proceeded
 to numb me down there, only this time, I noted that he numbed a much wider
 area.   He took out some clippers and began shearing the hair from jut below
 my navel all the way down my upper legs, wiping out my thick, black bush
 along the way.  He had commented often how much he loved my pubes, how my
 pubic hair was much longer than my dick.  But he got really excited shaving
 it off, evidenced by the big tent in his pants.  He then took out a razor
 and made me bald from my belly to my knees.  "Fuck, I don't know why I
 didn't do this sooner.  That looks really sexy!"  It turned me on too.  But
 that wasn't even the beginning of my surprise.  He swabbed the whole area
 with an orange liquid.  He then produced a scalpel and sliced open my ball
 sac.  I didn't feel a thing.  He clamped back both sides of the skin, so he
 could work.  I thought he was going to castrate me, but instead he pushed my
 ball up inside me, into its "socket" and sutured it in place, so that it
 couldn't descend.  He repeated the procedure on the other side.  Then he cut
 the wrinkled skin on my cock, in a circle, just behind the glans.  He
 repeated the procedure at the base of my cock and pulled it forward,
 skinning my tiny dick.  He then clamped the head of my dick, just to weigh
 it down, keep it out of his way.  He then began trimming and suturing the
 skin of my scrotum together, creating a flat, tight appearance, until he had
 sutured up to the edge of my glans.  He then sutured the scrotal skin around
 the head of my dick, which was now pointing straight down and was very near
 my asshole.  He closed the remainder of the opening.  When he was finished,
 I had the appearance of only a small glans, like a tiny mushroom growing out
 of my otherwise completely flat crotch.  "Now you don't have any choice but
 to continue the shots, son.  If you ever did get another erection, or if
 your balls returned to normal size, they wouldn't have anywhere to go."  
 
 In a few weeks I was completely healed and very happy with my new
 appearance.  Ed didn't let my body hair grow back and now insists that I
 shave everything from the neck down.  He bought me some new underwear.  They
 are completely flat in front, without a fly, since I can now only piss by
 dropping my pants and underwear and sitting on the toilet bowl, which he
 loves to watch me do.
 
 We were laying on the bed watching television the other night, his hand was
 down my underwear, as usual.  "Ed?", I said.  "Yes boy", he looked down at
 me.   "I love everything you've done to me, you know, between my legs?"
 "Yes?" he looked puzzled.  ..."But next year, would you, er, maybe..."
 "Spit it out boy, maybe what?"  "Would you go back in and remove everything,
 so that I was  left with just a piss hole?   He grinned big,  "You bet!"
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