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CHAPTER ONE My name is JA, I am currently attached to a slave post located in the village square. I have done nothing wrong and my attachment is in no way noteworthy. I am but one of nearly thirty male slaves here. Each of us is standing on our toes with our hands held by handcuffs behind our backs. We stand on our toes because each slave's balls are held tightly trapped by a steel ball which is suspended from a cable. The cable is attached to a long pole that is about six feet above our heads. The cables have been drawn tight, thus forcing us to stand very still on our toes. This stance helps relieve some of the upward pull. The pain is not great, but the pressure is constant. The individual slave cables are some four feet apart rendering slave to slave contact impossible. We pleasure slaves do not speak to each other because of our training and the fact that it's illegal to do so. The Mistress owners of each slave assure silence from their slaves using various devices that render speech Impossible. The device installed in my own mouth is my owner's favorite. The device of silence consists of a stainless steel rod just over a foot long and about a quarter of an inch in diameter. The rod passes through my pierced tongue and is attached to the collar which I wear. The upper portion of the rod being in my field of vision. Mistress greatly favors this device since in addition to maintaining silence it helps lengthen and strengthen the tongue. A long tongue is greatly valued by female owners. The ball which encases my balls is nearly at waist level. This also shows my value as a pleasure slave. The length of the ball sack shows at a glance .the number of years as a slave. Low hanging balls are a desired trait of the pleasure slave. From experience I know that the ball sack can be stretched one Inch per year by the constant application of weights, ball inserts, and attachment devices like the one holding me now. When unrestrained, which is not often, my balls hang nearly to my knees. This stretching increases the quantity of the slaves cum. I noticed the slave attached on my left. Unlike my device of silence this slaves mouth was filled with an inflate-a-bag this is a rubber balloon with a pump bulb attached. The mouth filling bag can be inflated to any desired size. The smallest Mistress can indeed break jaw bones with little effort. The slave was quiet young and the bag had been pumped rather large. I could see sweat running down his nude body. His head was encased in a leather hood which extended just below his nose. The bulges where his eyes and ears were indicated the padding to prevent sight and sound from reaching the slave. He stood there on his toes blind and deaf to the world around him. I saw the dual tubes which ran from the hood. These were his breathing tubes and I knew from experience breathing alone was causing him agony. The tubes had been left to hang from the hood and lay in the dirt near his feet. I could see small clouds of dust each time he exhaled. The length of the tubes was designed to cause him to labor greatly to obtain dry dusty smelling air. As I stood watching this faceless slave a Mistress brought her slave to the attachment rail across from me. While I watched the Mistress locked the slave's wrists to the collar he wore, then placed his balls into a split steel ball. The Mistress then ordered the slave onto his back. When the slave had assumed the position the cable was tightened until the slave's toes just touched the ground. She then turned and left. I wondered what the slave had done to be placed in the killing posture, as this position was known. It was a well documented fact that no slave could maintain the position for an extended period. The strain and head down posture would result in a blackout. The slave's body weight would tear his balls from his body and he would bleed to death in the dirt. I knew also that it was the law that any female could dispose of her property in any manner she chose. The afternoon wore on slowly. The hours of standing were beginning to hurt my legs. I prayed that my owner would return soon and release me from the cursed steel ball. It became dark slowly and my mind wandered back to my earlier life. The world I had known ended in the 1990's. This was the moment in time when the United States had completed its insane rush to destruction. The end had not come from without as generations had feared, but from within. Layer upon layer of laws had been passed to ensure the rights of minorities. These were designed to insure that all men and indeed women were equal. We reached a point where individual accomplishment became the source of ridicule. No "one" excelled at attaining wealth, material goods, or fame. Indeed the only goals which were acceptable were those produced by a team. Technology had reached a point where the family unit had been destroyed. Men and women competed for the jobs in American business. The beginnings of the struggle had been blacks, browns, and whites competing to attain money, jobs, and power. The U.S.A. had evolved beyond that point and the central struggle became between male and female. The nations largest majority, women, used the "rights" granted minorities to force the battle of the sexes to the forefront. In 1992 a woman was elected as president of the United States. The control and destiny of the country passed into the hands of the female. The passage of laws at the federal level rather than the state or local, became the rule rather than the exception. The bribe was always the same, enact the law in the various states or lose federal funds. This simple, but effective, ploy had first been used against schools, then against speed limits when the 55 mile per hour law became effective during the Nixon reign. Without exception the states bowed to the will of the central government until each had relegated its "states rights" to the federal rulers. The swarm of laws had started in the 1980's when women gained the "right" to kill "abusive" husbands and lovers because of fear. The number and scope of the laws Increased to the point where the male of the species became only a tolerated member of society. Technology had created the means for the female to create life using sperm banks and in time the "in thing" became having children without the assistance of males. The family disappeared and men became the social outcasts. The number of women giving birth without ever having been penetrated by a male member reached alarming numbers. The male had become "useless" as he allowed his technology to overtake him with these and other events it was only a matter of time until the dominate female emerged as the role model for all younger girls. The ratio of females to males had increased due to the alarming number of male suicides. In 1996 the rate of males killing themselves had reached one in five. In response to this crisis the congress passed laws allowing the enslavement of males for their own good. This far reaching bill allowed the dominate female to take the measures necessary to control males and prevent their suicides. I was a male of this era and became the first to surrender my freedom as a gesture to my fellows. My wife at the time was a senator from California. She had risen to this position of power from a person in Palo Alto. I worked as an aerospace engineer during that time. Shortly after Dee's election to the senate and the passage of the "Male Preservation Act", which she sponsored, I submitted to being led into the senate chamber, before nationwide television, wearing a collar to demonstrate the "goodness" of such legislation. I JA, then known as Rob had been used as the Judas goat to create a ground swell of support for the control, by women, of the male. I will never forget the feeling of pride as I stood before the senate and received a kiss from my wife. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I felt an erection growing in my pants, the fact that I had been denied sexual outlet for five months did not enter my mind at the time. The days, weeks, and months following my public display I can never forget. I became the role model for a new generation. My happy appearance in chains and under female control produced a ground swell that engulfed the nation. The declaration of the male as an endangered species was taken up as the cause for every free thinker in the nation. The ploy was carefully planned and within months the television news was carrying reports on marriages wherein the man presented himself to his woman in chains. The television media held such sway on the public, that men across the nation began to see themselves as cowards or worse unpatriotic who did not, in public, surrender their bodies to their women. The hysteria continued for nearly eleven months. It was reported by the media that fully eighty-two percent of the male population had presented themselves to their woman and taken the oath of obedience. The next session of the congress enacted a law making failure of a male to take the oath a crime. The law provided a period of ninety days for those remaining males to submit. In addition the law that all slaves were to be branded on the right buttock. The males already pledged were also required to be marked as proof of their commitment. Males remaining unmarked after ninety days would be arrested and placed into training centers. The suddenness of the law and its wording caused near panic. Branding clinics opened across the nation. Women with their husbands and lovers stood in lines to receive the required mark of compliance. The law specified the location and size of the brand and stated that the brand must be visible at all times when the male was in public. This requirement forced rapid changes in male fashions. The shirt became the accepted streetware for males, its short length allowing the mark as it had become known to be seen. One not stated side effect was that the male reproductive organs were also on constant display. As the deadline for marking neared the male suicide rate exploded. This action further fanned the flames In favor of the male preservation act. When the deadline occurred ninety-six percent of the countries males had received their marks. The remaining males were collected quickly and sent to training farms for rehabilitation and conversion. The enforcement of the law was unprecedented as fully clothed males stood out in a world populated with men wearing only shirts. Those wearing only shirts but unmarked were turned in by law abiding citizens across the nation. During the months between my public display for Dee and the passage and enforcement of the marking law I had undergone many changes at the hands of Dee. Due to Dee's connections in the world or micro- electronics I became the first male to be fitted with a device named EMT; this stands for, ejaculation monitor and tracker. It is a tiny device about the size of a cigarette filter that is powered by a ten year battery and implanted in the male. The device is implanted in the region behind the balls and surrounds the tube which carries the male ejaculate to the penis. The EMT accurately records and reports via its tiny radio system each time the "wearer" has orgasmed. The second function tracking work's as a position locator. A network of antennas operating in the same manner a cellular telephone monitors the movement of the implanted male as he enters and leaves each cell. The system can instantly locate any male thus implanted. This device was one of the electronic marvels developed under government research money to extend control over the Inferior male. The EMT implantation was a simple procedure requiring only a small incision and two stitches. The device when installed could be felt inside the ball sack as a small lump located high up near the body. The development of this device allowed the female absolute control over the sexual outlet of the male. No male with the EMT could have sex or even masturbate without it being known and recorded. The device was calibrated after being installed. The calibration requires that the male masturbate in the clinic under observation of a female technician. The technician would adjust the gain in the monitor and record the number of pluses of fluid through the tube. These settings were added to the computer file to provide a time basis for sensing "one" orgasm. This calibration required two visits one a day since last ejaculation and one after a full week without ejaculation. This requirement to jack off standing before a technician proved almost impossible for me. I failed to produce and erection. The technician was prepared for this and inserted in my anus a vibrator which stimulated the prostate gland and provided almost instant erection. I was snatched back into reality by the stinging cut of my Mistress's whip. CHAPTER TWO In my recalling the past I had failed to see or hear the approach of my Mistress. I knew that punishment would be provided later and that it would be severe. My Mistress said, "Feet apart, head down." I assumed the posture. Mistress released my balls from their steel prison. I received a blow on my balls from her hand. The pain nearly causing me to fall. I stood as trained with head down and feet apart as she attached the walking ball weight, this simple device weighed five pounds and came complete with a small chain lead. Mistress jerked me toward where the cart stood. I stood in position while she attached the harness. She removed the rod gag from my tongue and I savored the freedom. My tongue was dry and felt like it belonged to someone else. It was several moments before the sensation of moisture and feeling returned. This occurred only after the metal bridal and bit had been fitted on my head. The Mistress then mounted the cart and attached the chain from my balls to the hook on the cart. I felt the pull and knew it was tighter than usual. The pressure caused me to lean forward some. This drew another cut from her whip across my back. I stood straight enduring the pain in my balls. Mistress flicked the reins held in her left hand and said, "Trot slave." I began to pull the cart toward home. The carts are small affairs and weigh about one-hundred pounds with Mistress riding the total weight provided on the slave through the drawing bars was only about twenty pounds. This fact was a result of cart design and balance. I pulled the cart along at a brisk walking speed. The bearing rein attached to my head sharing the pulling load with the waist cinch and my chained balls. Having ones balls pulled between your legs while covered with the weight forces you to walk or run in an odd open legged manner. Even with careful strides the balls are yanked with each step. The Mistress had a home located nearly a mile from the center of the village. The trip normally required about fifteen minutes. I could tell the Mistress had been drinking and was in a bad mood. I had not gone fifty yards when the whip struck again and Mistress commanded, "Run slave." I ran. Male pleasure slaves are maintained in peak physical condition, however I was exhausted by the time we arrived at the barn where I was pulled to a halt with a vicious jerk on the steel bit in my mouth. My mouth hurt, my balls ached, my arms were numb, I was tired, thirsty, and hungry, and sporting a huge erection when released from the harness, and bridal. Mistress jerked my ball chain and led me toward the house. My hands had been fastened in front and I was pushed into the slave shower. Mistress kicked the retainer board into place and closed the lock. The slave shower is not unlike a regular shower except for the fact that it has cold water only and the floor contains two holes to hold the slaves feet. This allows the Mistress to leave the slave to bathe without fear of escape. Mistress turned and left. I turned on the icy water and drank my fill from the shower head. I removed the ball weight and placed it on the shower floor. The pleasure slave is required to be completely cleaned and is allowed to remove the ball weight during washing. I soaped my body having become accustomed to doing so with handcuffs. Having completed the shower and dried off I placed the heavy weight (which I had also washed) back on my balls. I had but one other required action and I delayed doing it for several minutes. I finally took the nearby enema bag which I had filled during the shower and inserted the large nozzle in my anus. I unclipped the tube and shuddered as my bowels filled. This final cleaning routine is a sort of cat and mouse game between slaves and their masters. The slave cannot win, but plays the game because there is no choice. When the Mistress returns the slave must be full and ready to void. If a slave has not filled himself before the unannounced return he is punished. If the slave has been made to wait to long he loses control and messes up the shower he is punished and forced to clean himself again. The agony of standing and waiting with a full enema is torture. The game for the slave is guessing the time his Mistress will return. The Mistress will on occasion not return until the next morning forcing the outcome. This evening I timed her return well. I had hardly finished filling my bowels when she returned. I was wrong. The Mistress was carrying a butt plug. It had been lubricated and without ceremony she inserted the thing in my ass. She took the four leather straps attached to the plug and tied them over my shoulders. Two passed up the rear and one went beside each ball. Mistress then released the foot stocks and ordered me outside. I was taken into the barn and attached to a chain from the loft. A leg spreader was locked to my ankles and the ball weight removed. I was left to stand in this condition. The Mistress picked up a piece of rubber hose and I knew that a ball beating was in store. The ball beating is the most dreaded of the regular punishments which slaves must accept. The balls of the male hanging from his body make an easy target and the short rubber hose is bad. I had little time to think about it. The hose struck me smartly on the balls. Tears welled in my eyes and I screamed. The added pressure of the trapped enema enhancing the pain of the blow. I received a total of ten blows to the balls. My hands were released from the chain and I staggered into the bathroom frantically untying the straps which held the butt plugger. The trapped water exploded into the bowl and I felt chilled as the water rushed from me. I then felt sick and turned to heave the water I had drunk during the shower into the basin. Ball beating is a pastime requiring empty stomachs. The Mistress then wrapped her lead chain around my balls and pulled me toward her bedroom. The bedroom where I spend many of my night is a sight to behold. In the center of the room is the king-size bed. The room extends for more than ten feet beyond it in all directions. There are many steel rings attached at various points in the room. These are the slave rings to which I am attached in my owner's bedroom. She locked a ball ring above my balls and attached the chain to the slave ring at the foot of the bed. I crawled immediately onto the bed and assumed ~ head down position. My face was pressed into the bed covers and I had moved to the full extent of my ball chain. Mistress than removed her clothing. She had been wearing a rather short plain dress during the enema and ball beating session. It was part of the ritual that I was not permitted to look at her during her dressing and undressing. The only exceptions were if I were commanded to actually dress or undress her. I felt her touching my balls and knew that she was putting on the reigns by which she would direct and control my actions during the forthcoming oral sex session. The reigns consisted of a pouch of leather filled with short sharp spikes. The pouch is placed over the balls and two leather thongs extend from it. The Mistress can pull the thongs and produce great pain for her male slave. My hands which had been resting on the bed were taken behind my back and thumb cuffed together. I dislike the thumb cuffs because they force the wearer to hold his hands in position without support. The normal handcuffs provide more support and allow the slave to relax the shoulder muscles. I knew that this session would be a painful experience. In spite of this knowledge I felt my penis suspended in a state of full erection. I was already looking forward to being allowed to eject my cum. I very much wanted a discharge session. I felt the movement of the bed as my divine Mistress moved into position above my head. I felt the pull on the reigns which was the signal to raise my head and begin. I saw before me the cunt of my Mistress. The pink lips below the hairless mound. I moved my mouth to those lips and began the time honored duties of a man either slave or free to pay homage to the sexual parts of a beautiful woman. Mistress had placed the small curtain across the bed near her waist; this prevented my having eye contact with her or seeing her breasts. I like the curtain far better than a blindfold. I could feel the pre cum dripping from my penis. I spent about an hour with my lips and tongue bringing pleasure to the divine cunt. Several times when she felt the need for more pressure the reigns were pulled forcing me to move forward against the ball chain. The pain from the spikes and the added pull on my balls producing torment for me, but provided the extra pressure needed to bring Mistress to climax. The session ended with Mistress pulling away from my cunt juiced face. I again assumed the face down position. I heard Mistress moving about the room. I then felt the reigns being removed from my balls. Then I felt her hands between my legs as she slid the milking unit onto my huge erection. The milking unit consists of a rigid metal tube which contains many small studs. These studs dig into the male cock and cause some pain. The unit provides electrical stimulation to the male organ. The milker ends behind the head of the penis and has an attached rubber cup to contain the male discharge. I was going to be allowed relief. Her other hand gripped my balls. With a vicious squeeze of my bare balls "CUM" she commanded and like the well trained pleasure slave I am I shot my long withheld load of cum into the container. The male slave whose balls have been drained is nearly always allowed to eat. The first item of his evening meal being his own discharge. Mistress removed the rubber cup and raised it to my lips. I had produced a copious amount and I swallowed it down and licked the cup as required. I at that moment was very hungry after the long afternoon. A collar was locked on my neck and my hands freed. I stood to allow the release of the ball chain. I was then permitted to leave the room to feed myself. The collar which I wore prevented escape since it held a small box that contained a dart that would be remotely activated to plunge a knockout drug into my neck. I had as most slaves had the effect demonstrated when my Mistress had obtained the collar. When I had finished my meal and cleaned up in the bathroom I returned to the Mistress. I expected to be fastened to the foot of the bed for the night. Tonight I was to be allowed to sleep with Mistress. This caused me joy. When permitted to sleep with her I sleep nude except for my collar wrist and ankle cuffs. The cuffs on the ankles are attached at the foot of the bed. The collar is fastened to a ring above my head and my wrists are attached to a ring on the collar. In this manner I sleep in great Comfort, but am prevented from touching the Mistress or my penis. I am normally hooded for sleep, but tonight was permitted to see the incredible naked goddess who slept beside me. I slept the sleep of the pleasure slave who has been drained. CHAPTER THREE I awakened before Mistress. I took advantage of the rare opportunity to view my sleeping owner. Her body is perfectly tanned including her prominent bare mound. She is sleeping on her right side facing me. One magnificent breast shows below her arm. The nipple is erect and the dark aureole is the size of a silver dollar. My member is standing at full attention. I see it there between my cuffed hands and wish that I could stroke it. I am drawn again into a daydream. The milking session from the night before made me recall the earlier days after the male preservation act. It was decided that all males' sperm would be collected and held frozen for future use should the male numbers become too small. In addition the bank could be used as an alternative to currently available males. The provisions of collection were also designed to allow the superior women to have their males castrated, sterilized or otherwise rendered incapable of reproduction. The collection centers had been set up and we the males of America were taken in for processing. I had heard that the regulations required the extraction and freezing of one liter of sperm from each male. This did not sound excessive at the time, but I was to learn first hand just what it implied. I was taken to the center and left. In fact I was attached by a neck collar along a wall in a room. The room contained about fifty other naked men similarly attached. The female attendants would unlock one male and remove him from the room. When my turn came I was lead from the room. We entered a small cell like room which was littered with hair. There was a strange looking frame in the center of the room and it was here I was pushed. The frame was fitted with straps to hold a man in a vertical spread-eagled position. In seconds I was secured. The women the proceeded with clippers to remove my hair. I understood immediately that it was not just my head that was to be clipped as one of the women pushed a buzzing clipper into my pubic patch. In short order underarms, head, groin, and chest had been shorn. I was then treated to the next phase. My eyes were covered for protection and I was brushed allover with something. Whatever it was stung like hell and I was told that in a few minutes I would be released and placed into a shower. The minutes dragged by with my balls feeling the burning much more than the rest of me. The shower consisted of an extremely strong spray of cold water. We were thoroughly wetted down then attendants scrubbed our bodies with strong bristled brushes. In moments we were again assailed by the water, and finally pushed into a room that dried our now totally hairless bodies with warm almost hot air. The depilatory had left me as smooth as a baby. I was led into a large room with many other naked hairless men and strapped against a large X frame. A female attendant carrying a clipboard approached each man and asked his name. She then checked the paperwork writing a number as a second woman attached a small plastic tag to each man. The tag was attached by a small gun like those used to attach price tags by passing through the tagged Item. Our tags were passed through the loose skin between the lower side of the cock and the ball sack. The piercing caused only a small burning sensation and then a cream were applied which was to prevent infection. I was injected with something and a device which looked like an egg with a tall was inserted into my anus. The shot was something designed to arouse the male. It took several minutes to take effect but produced the biggest erection I could ever recall. I was then taken by two women to the milking chamber and placed face down over a plastic covered couch like device. The area near the center of the couch had a large hole about twelve inches across. This area was to allow the males cock and balls to hang below into the collection room. I now understood the placement of the identification tags which carried our identifying numbers. I was strapped down onto the short couch. Me wrists and ankles were locked into attached restraints. My body was further held immobile by straps placed across my back, each thigh, and shoulders. A leather hood was placed over my head. The hood denied sight and was playing soft music when placed into position on me. The music changed to the sultry voice of a woman. I felt my penis and balls being touched where they hung below my prone body. The raging erection had not subsided and I felt a light mist or spray on my private parts, or I should say my now public parts. The person below seeing only a disembodied male sexual organ and its associated gonads hanging into the slight dome shape caused by the raised ceiling under the couch. This unseen person formed a ring of fingers around my shaft and within seconds had extracted the first load of semen. The voice in the headphones began a sexy monologue and I could feel pressure and vibrations in my ass from the egg which had been placed there. My semi-erect penis was forced into something and the device was suspended from my ball sac. I could feel the extra weight. The drug, the voice, and the pressure and vibrations inside my rectum near the prostate gland caused the second discharge in several minutes. I recall thinking that this was the final humiliation for a man. The man had always had the right to choose when and where he would make love or masturbate and where he would shoot his load. The system had now snatched this choice away and the males were being milked with efficiency and as much feeling as a dairy farmer for his cows. The device into which my penis had been placed also seemed to vibrate and I could feel a sucking effect. I felt each of my legs, behind the knees, wiped with something cool and then the slight sting as Intravenous needles were inserted. This procedure occurred just after my ass cheeks had tensed when I sent my third discharge into the milking machine. I do not know how long I was kept on the milking couch. I was aware of periods of sleeping bothered by sexy dreams. It seemed like I was there forever, and that I must have had thousands of ejaculations into the machine. I was finally released and dragged by the arms since I could not walk into a small cell with a bunk. I was injected in the arm with something and the world went black, I slept. I don't know the length of time I slept but upon waking up I was aware of several things. I needed to pee badly, I needed to shit badly, I needed a shave badly, and my body felt as though it had been beaten allover. My cock and balls hurt like hell and my balls were twice their normal size. I turned my attention to the exposed toilet in the small cell. When I say that I need a shave it was an understatement. My entire body was covered with stubble. I estimated by the feel of my beard that more than a week had passed since my body had been denuded of hair. I noticed that the egg had been taken out of me, but I still wore the tag attached in my ball sac. I looked at the number on the tag 367 DTB, then noticed other writing embossed into the plastic tag it read "MILK & CUT", my mind reeled then as I knew that MY balls were going to be taken from me. The sleeping male in the cell next to mine began to wake and I turned to see him perform the same ritual as I myself had just completed. I noted his inspection of the tag, but detected none of the horror I was feeling. CHAPTER FOUR The castration of the human male was not a new Idea. It was an Idea however that had been banned by law in most countries of the world. The Catholic Church had practiced this ritual mutilation on the privates of young men in order to produce singers for the stage. The Romans had practiced castration on the eunuchs kept as household slaves. The countries of the Middle East still required that harem guards be castrates. I was attempting to recall everything I had ever heard or read on the castration process. The early seventies through the middle nineteen nineties had produced a wave of transsexual men who were surgically altered to females. These men had legally been classed as women. Legally that is until passage of the male preservation act. The transformations then became criminal acts with severe penalties Imposed upon both the transsexual patient and the doctor or other assisting in surgical alteration. The man in the next cell spoke to me, "They really did a number on us with the milking process," he continued to speak, "my balls must weigh three pounds and hurt like hell." I nodded in his direction knowing the agony he felt. I could not bring myself to engage him in conversation on our mutual and individual woes. I was surprised that there were so few holding cells in the area where I and my nameless companion were located. From the shear number of males being milked it seemed that many more would be in order. I soon found out the reason. These were the recovery cells and it happens that between two and six males complete their required offering to the milking process during the planned recovery period. I had been awake only a short time when the third male was brought into a cell and dumped onto the waiting cot. In a few minutes more I was taken from my cell by two rather large women. A collar had been locked around my neck and I was lead down a long hallway. Even before entering I knew that I was going into the operating room. I was attached by the collar to a ring mounted into the wall. I was now permitted to watch the activity taking place. As I was attached the only other male in the large room was unlocked and lead toward a large vertical stainless steel plate. The plate was shaped roughly like an inverted letter "y". I could see the restraining straps for legs arms and neck. The man was strapped to the plate and a button pressed causing the table to tilt back until his head was slightly lower than his feet. The shape of the table allowed access between his widely spread legs and his penis and ball sack hung suspended in the air. As the man was tipped over he began to scream. A woman promptly inserted a ball gag into his mouth effectively silencing him. Several well dressed women entered the room. One went toward the helpless male; I could hardly believe it when she kissed his forehead. The female surgeon entered and spoke with the woman. There were some questions asked and answered, apparently having to do with the offered options. The selection was made and the surgeon took her place between the legs on the man. A tray of instruments was placed nearby and the operation begun. A large clamp-like device was opened and placed carefully around the scrotum. His balls were pulled firmly downward and the clamp closed and locked. The man jerked in his bondage as the clamp was locked and then appeared to pass out. The clamp smashes the blood vessels, nerves, and spermatic cords to prevent bleeding. A scalpel was produced and with a single cut his balls were removed. The doctor now held in her left hand the males balls. The balls were placed into a small jar and set aside. The clamp was removed and staple stitches clipped to the incision. There had been almost no bleeding. I watched in fascinated horror as a catheter tube was forced into the penis. The tube entered the bladder and his piss began to drain. The doctor then inflated the catheter using a hypodermic syringe. Another smaller tube was introduced into the one hanging from his penis. This shorter tube was pushed inside using a small rod. The rod was withdrawn and it left the smaller tube coiled inside the bladder and extending into the larger tube somewhere beyond where the penis entered the body. The doctor with a quick stroke of the scalpel sliced off the penis at the root. Blood spurted from the wound as the doctor pressed a red hot electrical iron against the cut. The bleeding stopped and the smell of burned flesh made me sick. I did not want to watch, but could not help myself. The table was elevated some and I could see the smaller of the tubes emerge from the wound. The doctor placed several stitches to attach the pee tube to the flesh and pulled out the tubes. The table was tipped slightly and the man placed onto a gurney and pushed from the room. All of the women except one had left the room. The seconds passed like hours as I stood trapped and naked before the woman. The workers returned and I knew that it was my turn to feel the knife as my sexual organs were taken from my body. With no emotion the women attached me to the table and tipped me into position. I was not yet screaming, but a ball gag was forced into position. I then saw my wife enter the room. One other woman also entered. The third woman who had been in the room joined the others. I could not make out the discussion, but could see the doctor discussing the options and showing them a notebook with color photos. My wife approached my helpless form. She informed me that the woman wanted to purchase me as a pleasure slave and that if I agreed she would allow the purchase. She added that she intended to have my balls removed if I stayed with her, but that pleasure slaves were not usually cut. I could not speak but nodded my acceptance of the situation. Without as much as a backward glance my wife and her friend turned and left the room. I was now bound before my new Mistress; my heart was pounding as she stepped to me. "Slave JA, you are now mine." she said. I had given a slave name. "Do you agree to any and all trials I shall require of you?" I nodded again. She then instructed the doctor to inject my balls with the shot. I had no idea what they were talking about. The doctor asked, "How much?" Mistress replied, "One pound in each half." The doctor now stood between my legs, she held my balls in her hand. I could not see everything, but suddenly my balls felt like they had been struck with a bat. The pain was actually coming from my left ball, because a moment later the other signaled its own torment to my brain. I passed out. I was awakened with smelling salts immediately. The table was tipped up and I was unstrapped. Mistress placed a collar and leash on my neck. My balls were now burning, but they were still there. I then felt the added weight. Mistress then led me naked from the room. Walking caused me to notice the additional weight pulling my balls and the solid thud I felt as they swung against my legs. I also noticed that I was sporting an erection. My Mistress jerked my leash and commanding me to hold my head high led me from the clinic. I was still completely naked and the bright sunlight hurt my eyes. I was led toward an auto and commanded into the trunk. As I lay in the darkness of the trunk I felt my swollen balls with my hands. I then realized what had been done. I could feel many small hard spheres below the skin of the sac. She had placed one pound of something inside each ball. I did not then have knowledge of the stretching of the male's ball bag. I heard her speak from a speaker somewhere. She told me casually that If I masturbated she would finish the cutting that evening. I shuddered at the thought. In truth the last thought in my mind was masturbation CHAPTER FIVE I had been driven to the home of my Mistress. I was removed from the trunk by a rather small nude man, or I should say a eunuch, since he now had neither a prick nor balls. His entire body, including his head, was devoid of hair. He obeyed the crisp orders of the Mistress and I was taken into the house and told to clean up in the bathroom. The warm shower felt extremely good, my pains seamed to vanish as the water swirled into the drain. The great ache in my balls remained the only constant reminder of my ordeal. I was permitted to shave and the short stubble on my on head renewed the memory of the marathon milking session. My nude male companion never left me and I had noticed his eyes lock onto my prick and enlarged balls more than once. His face was a mixture of fear and hatred. I was lead into the bedroom of the Mistress and chained face up upon a couch near her enormous bed. I fell asleep instantly. Sometime later I was awakened by the sounds of the Mistress in the room. She was dressed in a revealing nightgown and sat combing her long hair before a mirror. I was surprised to see that I was sporting a full erection which Jutted above my belly. The Mistress seemed to pay me no notice. Mistress stood and turned toward me. I gasped as I saw for the first time the incredible breasts and the hairless mound of her sex. She came toward the couch. My prick stood like a flag pole as she climbed onto the couch and positioned her sex lips to my mouth. Without command I pushed my tongue into the warmth of her gash. I licked sucked and nibbled for many minutes and she obtained several orgasms. During each pleasure she would begin to rapidly slide her cunt up and down my face pressing hard. She then repositioned herself and inserted my prick into her wet hot hole. When she had settled onto my balls I was again reminded of their new contents which she placed there. The pain shot through me. The pleasure I was feeling far outweighed the pain I felt. I was in heaven as the lady began to slide up and down on my prick. She then spoke for the first time, telling me in a soft voice that I must not come until she told me to. The voice though soft carried the ring of authority. I could feel my orgasm approaching and turned my thoughts to objects in the room in an attempt to delay my discharge. I did not have to delay long as within seconds she told me to cum into her. I exploded in several long spurts, each ejection of semen causing my balls to tighten producing shooting pain from the Implanted weight. It was the best fuck I could remember. This proved to be one of the few times that I had been permitted to shoot my cum into the Mistress. On rare occasions she still requires an old fashioned fuck, always with me chained face up and her controlling the action and my sexual release. The worst times are when she gives herself repeated orgasms and then dismounts and forbids my relief. I lay chained in position unable to touch my prick. The erection seems to remain forever as I am covered by the freshly deposited scent of her sex. Another cute little device is the breeding bed. This consists of a box into which the male slave is fastened. The object of the "bed" is to present for use the males prick and balls. The slave is required to lay down in the box. The box forces the slave's ass slightly higher than his head with an adjustable seat area. The box is closed by a lid which has a cutout made to fit around the cock and balls. The top of the box is finished in smooth padding for the woman's comfort. Padded earphones are placed on the slave before the lid is closed. In addition a vibrating egg is inserted into the slave's rectum. The slave is then locked in. The box is a dark sightless and soundless hot prison. The awareness of the cool air on your prick and balls, and the knowledge that they are exposed works torment on the mind. Breeding is but one purpose of the bed. I understand from Mistress that young women are normally given their first taste of the male organ upon the bed. In this manner the girl may deflower herself or sometimes be forced into this action while being unseen by the slave. I have no knowledge of the number of times I have found myself trapped by the bed. I think that often there is no other woman and that it is my owner who wishes my service in this manner. The top of the bed is not flat since this might be uncomfortable for the Mistress, but contoured around the slave's body. The bed presents the ultimate in bondage devices by rendering the slave not only helpless but motionless as well. The only freedom of movement I can find is in moving my toes and fingers. The egg is turned on a recording or music is heard in the headphones. The slave is brought to erection. This might seem a pleasant enough exercise for the slave you think. The slave is still required to withhold his cum until it is signaled. The signal being, since hearing is denied, having ones balls crushed. The Mistress may indeed authorize this action with her tiny hand or may signal by setting fully upon the balls. The frantic bucking of a heated Mistress causing rhythmic crushing of the balls must never be taken as permission to cum. Indeed some of my riders enjoy bringing great pain to the trapped and fast held balls during every downward thrust. The male is thus used for the woman's pleasure, while she remains unseen and in total control. It still provides some unique pleasure whenever I feel the slow progression of my prick into a virgin gash. The hesitation at encountering the maidenhead, followed by the forced entry into the tight hole. I can often feel the small flow of blood as it coats my prick and balls. I have no knowledge of the age of the participants, but the tightness of some makes me think that the world's women are having sex very early in life. I can recall one tiny hole that refused to accept the fullness of my cock. The end of this encounter had been tiny hands playing with my hard-on and an order to cum, Induced by a hard blow to my balls. In addition to this sort of use in the education of young women the male pleasure slaves are loaned on occasion to the young ladies for education in other matters. These outings as they are called are designed to acquaint the female with her expected role in society in the use and control of the male. These outings are often some of the most trying times for the male slave. The situation is worst whenever there are several young women along. The collective creativity of their minds combines to create a living hell for the loaned property. Since the slave has no rights and cannot complain about his treatment he must endure the torment. During the outings slaves are locked into a restrictive hood. The hood serves several purposes; it prevents the slaves seeing the faces or bodies of the young women, and reduces the Inhibitions, if indeed the young Mistress has any, by providing her with a sightless male animal for her amusement and enjoyment. The hood is equipped with a removable mouth covering which in no way hampers a woman from demanding the use of the slave's mouth in her explorations. CHAPTER SIX I had been informed in the morning after being released from the chain attached to the foot of the Mistress's bed that I was being assigned an outing that day. In preparation I was required to bathe and cleanse my inner body by two enemas. When ready I was commanded to don the hood, which was then locked in place. The mouth covering was attached with the attached penis gag lodged in my mouth. I was then commanded to set on the bench near the door. Since I could not see I was forced to crawl and find the bench. The bench is just that it consists of wood and is designed to seat two slaves. The location for the slaves is controlled by the fact that the bench has protruding from its seat two medium size butt plugs. The handcuffed slave as indeed I was this morning must impale himself on one of the plugs. The plugs are maintained slightly lubricated In order to ease their entry somewhat. The act of centering your ass hole over the plug is made more difficult by the low height of the bench. The slave must hold himself bent over using only his legs, then feeling for the plug, he must line himself and then sit down. The bench has been designed low so the slave can not lower himself slowly thus easing the plug into his body. The moment the slave relaxes his leg muscles the full weight of his upper body slams downward forcing the plug to the hilt as the slaves buttocks impact the bench. Thus seated the slave is quiet secure since the height of the plug in his ass, combined with the fact that his knees are higher than the bench make standing up again Impossible. The bench is attached to the floor to prevent its turning over during insertion or later removal when the slave is assisted in standing. The butt filling plug lodged firmly in my anus caused my slave prick to become erect. I sat there feeling my cock as it expanded above my thighs. I did not have long to wait for my young "date" to arrive. She knocked at the door and was admitted by the eunuch male who I had long ago learned had been the husband of my Mistress. Nipple clamps were placed on my nipples and then the ring on the top of the hood was pulled lifting me from the bench. The plug sliding from my body caused only momentary pain. I could then feel something being placed over the head of my cock. It felt like metal. The moment it was completely covering the glans something was released that caused the thing to clamp onto the head. My prick head was pinched painfully. The device caused my erection to shrink immediately and after the initial pain my cock head felt numb. I felt a pull on my nipples and the head of my cock. I knew then that the three points of my attachment had been joined to a leash. I hurried along behind the young woman who for the next several hours would me my Mistress. I could hear people moving about us as we walked. The voices were female since slaves are rarely permitted to speak in public. I could hear orders being given to slaves and even an occasional blow from a cat as it's caressed a slave's bare back or buttocks. I was ordered to knell. I could feel the grass on my knees as I complied. The mouth piece was removed from the hood and I was told to lay down. I then felt he young nearly hairless sex of the girl pressed to my mouth. Her feet were beside my head and I was supporting most of her weight on my face. I assumed that I was to lick her to orgasm. I was wrong and received a slap on my balls for the effort. She then issued the command "DRINK". I moved my mouth slightly to surround her young pee hole. The first spurt of piss fell onto my tongue. Her shower continued and I was forced to swallow fast. I managed to take all of her release with only a small amount running down my chin. I then began to tongue her dry. I disliked being forced to ingest urine. I could clearly remember my initial training. My Mistress had locked me into a low box that closed about my waist. I had lain there in the darkness wondering about the purpose. A cover was raised and I saw then the function. The box held me directly below the sex of my Mistress. She sat down again blocking off the light and ordering me to drink pissed allover my face. The hot salty liquid stung my eyes, flooded into my nose and filled my mouth which I had opened. The shower was over quickly and Mistress stood looking down at me. She ordered me to swallow. I swallowed the warm piss. In about two seconds I upchucked the piss and other contents of my stomach. The experience of loosing your lunch while restrained on your back with head immobile is something you can never forget. I was forced to lay in my own mess for hours. The cover had been shut to contain the odor in my black prison. The following day Mistress had me chained in her bathroom beside the toilet. She had a small funnel with a rubber tube attached the tube lead to a ball which was strapped in my mouth. All day I served as receptacle for her golden piss. I understood the threat when she prepared me for my first drink. She placed a clamp on my nose. This forced me to breathe through the tube and swallow what came down the tube, and I knew that if barfed I would suffocate in my own vomit. I swallowed her gift and self preservation forced it to stay down. I had been kept in this position all day receiving repeated offerings of piss as it passed into my mouth from the tube. Twice during the day I had been made to urinate into a pan and this recycled piss poured into my mouth down the tube. I knew it was her waste water since that day the only drink I received was her piss. The one day training session had produced a slave who would not hesitate to drink on command. The clamp was removed from my prick which immediately began to erect. I was again led by the young woman this time leading me by her small hand gripping my flesh pole. My hands were released and attached above my head. I stood on toes not knowing what was in store for me. I could not sense the girl near me and assumed that she had gone into a store or visiting with someone. The warm piss passed quickly through my system and I was confronted with the real and urgent need to urinate. Since she had said nothing I assumed it would be alright to do so. I pissed and received a stunning blow to my balls. The blow caused the flow to stop and I screamed into the penis gag. "Slaves are not allowed to relieve themselves in the park." The young woman said. I felt a ball weight being attached and then I was released. The lead attached to the ball weight was jerked pulling me backwards. I moved along in tow urged on by the less than gentle pulls on my balls. I was ordered to piss then with her holding my prick. It took several moments to relax before I could hear the splash of piss hitting the sand. I was then led away gain pulled by the ball weight leash. My hands remained free and I was enjoying the feeling of being unfettered. I was then attached to the fornication block. This device consists of a large wooden block over which the slave lays upon his back. The slave's legs are attached on either side of the block as are his hands. The resulting posture is that of the male slave bent severely backward with his head hanging over the block a final strap is placed through the ring at the hoods top and passed under the raised block. The strap is attached and tightened to the ball weight ring. Thus the balls which hang off one side of the block are pulled into tension and force the head further back. The slave is forced to arch his back as the strap is pulled tighter. The slave is then bowed over the block with only his buttocks and shoulders touching. The erect prick of the slave is then presented standing vertically for the enjoyment of his "date". I felt the young Mistress mount my stretched body and settle into place with my prick encased in her small warm slit. The added weight caused an Increase in the strain on my neck and balls. The young woman than began to raise and lower her pussy on my slave cock. The sweat was poring from my tortured body, but as usual the sexually excited slave hardly notices the pain when his cock is embedded in a hot pussy. I felt my load straining to shoot fort into the pumping pussy that held my prick. I knew that I could not cum without permission. I assumed that I would be denied relief and concentrated on the smell of the hood and the strain on my neck. I then heard the order to cum and released my load into the tight folds of the young cunt. I could feel spurt after spurt as the cream raced from my balls into her belly. The pain then became much worse since my body relaxed. The Mistress dismounted and after removing the mouth piece from the hood placed her sperm filled gash to my mouth and ordered me to suck her dry. I gobbled down the copious spending from my balls which had mixed with her own juices. I normally enjoy eating a Mistress even with her cunt full of male discharge, but the pain racking my neck made the task an unpleasant one. The stretching strap was finally loosened and I was allowed to relax somewhat. I remained on the block. My weighted balls were lifted and I felt something being forced into my rear. It was a slave's cock. I then felt another being introduced into my mouth. I was going to be made to suffer the rape of the male slave while bound here in the town square. I knew that both males' slaves would also be hooded. They like me providing amusement for the assembled young ladies. My balls were clipped to the ring under my chin and pulled until they presented no obstacle to the male who had pushed into my anus. The cock in my mouth was forced further into my throat and I could feel the hairless testicles of the slave against my nose as he fucked my throat. I lay fully penetrated at each end as the slaves pumped their hard cocks In and out. The ordeal seemed to last forever until finally the "CUM" order was given. I felt the cock in my mouth expand and inject its load into my clasping gullet. I could not taste the cum because it was well down my throat. I did however feel the hot jets as their sprayed into my anus. I had been well raped. The cocks were withdrawn and I felt others take their place. It was a long afternoon as pair after pair of slaves used my body. When the ordeal was completed I felt a butt plug pushed deep into me. I was the released from the block. I could hardly stand upright after the ordeal. My guts were full of cum and my throat was raw. I also sported another erection. The sport for the afternoon had left me weary and hungry. The Mistress then fed me. The food was common slave fare when the slave was away from his owner's house and consisted of hot dogs. The slave is fed two to four at a time and is required to open his mouth and swallow without chewing. The food passed into me and I was given some wine. The wine is poured through a tube, which the slave swallows. The tube is then withdrawn. I was then attached to a tree while the ladles ate their meal. I dozed off listening to their girl chatter. A small warm hand on my cock awakened me. The hand was stroking my erection. I was being used. A voice ordered me to cum and I sent my cream into the air. There were giggles around me. Some of the younger girls were learning about male slaves early. I was returned home still impaled on the large butt plug which contained the load of sperm within me. When returning the slave the Mistress does not enter the house, but attaches the male in a device near the door. This is a matter of etiquette since the slaves owner may be out or busy inside. The device consists of a single post with a split tube at the top. The slave's penis and balls are placed within and the lock closed. The slave's hands are locked behind his back and thus he stands unable to move until his owner releases him. I was released soon. CHAPTER SEVEN The Mistress removed the hood freed my hands and ordered me to the bathroom where I was able to expel my large sperm enema. I was then ordered into the slave shower. After being attached by the neck to the Mistress's bed I was allowed to sleep. I was awakened by a hard blow to my balls. Mistress stood over me with her ball beater. I was released and ordered to stand. I became aware then of the soreness in both my anus and throat from the previous days activity. My balls were locked into a large weight. The strain on them when she dropped the weight caused additional pressure and pain to my body. Mistress sat on her dressing chair and opened her silky gown motioning me to her. I knelt before her as required and began to lap her hairless pussy with my tongue. In moments she had attained a pleasure. She pushed me aside with her small foot and closed the gown denying her naked sex to my eyes. I was then attached by a chain from my bound wrists. This forced me to assume a severe kneeling posture with my head pointing down. Mistress placed a light hood over my head and proceeded with her bath. When the hood was removed I could see the Mistress had attired herself in leather riding clothes. My hands were released and I was lead to the out building. Mistress placed the saddle on my back and tightened the cinch straps. The riding saddle for the male slave consists of an arrangement much like a hikers back pack except that the saddle rests near the slaves lower back. The saddle itself is a rather small affair somewhat larger than a bicycle seat that has near its front a leather dildo which serves to secure the rider while providing stimulus to her sex. In addition to the saddle the slave is locked into a set of reigns attached to a large bit inside his mouth. In this manner the slave may be commanded during the ride. The final part of the slave's attire consists of a large butt plug which has a large horse's tail affixed. The slave's hands are attached at the underside of the seat. This allows the hollows between his side and arms to contain the legs of his rider. The saddle also has two stirrups which hang at the slaves sides. I was lead to the mounting table and the Mistress settled herself onto the seat wedging the leather dildo into her cunt. We were then off for a morning ride. I carried Mistress into the small village and around the square several times then was guided north from the village. We were going to the home of one of Mistress's best friends. This friend also kept slaves both male and female. There were few female slaves since it required a request by the female and several tests to determine if such was her true nature and desire. Once the slavery was granted it was however absolute and final. The once free woman than became property just as the hapless males. I was stopped beside a mounting block and my owner dismounted. I was tied to a post nearby by a chain attached to the heavy ball weight. I had been tied in a position where I could suck water from a cloth bag hung on the pole. Mistress entered the house. This friend had three rather attractive female slaves in her stable. I had seen them many times but of course slaves were not permitted to talk so I had never spoken to them. The two women emerged from the house each dressed in riding garb. I was remounted and we went into the nearby barn. Mistress's friend was saddling a female slave for a ride. We then proceeded to carry our lovely owners into the rolling fields near town. We were walking silently as our motion and the saddle horns did their work on our owner's cunts. My companion slave was a sight to behold beautifully shaped and carried herself with pride. Her breasts were forced forward and presented themselves unsagging to the bright morning sunlight. The nipples had been pierced and each held a shiny gold ring which caught the sunlight. Her pubic mound had been permanently depleted of hair and she wore her pussy rings in both outer lips. The rings were connected to the locking bar which is used on women to prevent copulation. This bar is constructed in a manner that does not provide contact with the clit and does not provide pleasure to the slave. Indeed the bar is bordered by tiny sharp spikes which cause a somewhat open legged gait. We headed toward the house. My erection was fully standing out above the weighted balls. We were dismounted and tied side by side. After a short rest our owners returned and lead us to the barn. I stood watching as the chastity bar was removed from the female. She was then locked into a head stall which held her head and arms much like a stock. I was then instructed to service her. I moved into position and bent my knees to bring my hard prick to the entrance of her cunt. On command I penetrated her in a single thrust. The slave was a virgin and I felt the tearing of the maidenhead. I was ordered to sperm her well. I thrust several times and sent my load into the tight warm pussy. She was being bred and would be serviced by me until she became pregnant. Her owner wished to bring her to milk and hopefully produce another female slave since the offspring of female slaves are at birth slaves themselves. I was to stay at the house until it was certain that the breeding had been successful. During the nights we were locked together in a large cage un-fettered. It was the first time in years that I had held a woman's body and made love in a normal fashion. I spent a week in servicing the female. We were chained together her pussy rings to my ball weight. We were permitted to talk and spent the entire time together. Life was good. Mistress was in a mood when I was returned home. I was well aware of her requirement for sexual service since I spent much of my time with my head between her legs. In my absence she had obtained a new bed. The bed had an added feature a head sized hole in the center near the foot. I was ordered to don a skin tight body suit which covered me from the neck down but, left my prick and balls exposed. Mistress then fitted a cock cage around my balls and cock. This too was a new Item. When the cage was snapped closed