I thought that I would faint. I looked at TJ and opened my mouth to say something, when he smiled at me and still holding my hand said, "Tom if it is all right I want to stay and hold his hand. He has really been good about this so far. Frankly I am surprised that he has not objected in any manner."
"That is fine. If it is agreeable with you I am going to go check on a patient that is in the recovery area while John puts the disinfectant on him and gets him prepped."
CHAPTER 6 ~ DAY THREE CONTINUED
At that point TJ walked out of the room with the doctor, was gone just a minute and then they came back into the room. The doctor said, "John step out here a minute." He did so and when he came back into the room he released my legs from the straps, lowered them and allowed me to close my legs, and then he put the table back so that it was level. TJ said "stand up a minute and get some feeling back into your legs. I know you must be cramping up from being spread open for so long" He was right.
When I had stood for a moment, TJ said to me, "I want you to strip me, fold up my clothes and put them on the chair." I could not figure out what was going on, but did as my master told me to do. I did so and then he continued, "Now get down on your knees and suck my cock until I am hard and good and wet."
The look on William's face was better even than the one on the nurse. William was hesitant for a moment, during which I looked at him sternly and he sank to his knees. The humiliation and embarrassment was great, especially when he had to shuffle over to me on his knees so that he could take my cock into his mouth. Just as he took me into his mouth nurse John returned to the room. His face was a picture and he simply stood there saying nothing but watching William suck on my cock.
When I was hard and my cock slick, I withdrew from his mouth, got up on the table, lying on my back. I told William to reach into his asshole and to remove the dildo that had been in him since this morning. Then I said to John, "Hand William the KY Jelly and take the dildo and wash it off for me."
And continuing said to William, "Lube up my cock and then lube up your hole. Then get up here with me and sit down on my cock."
I don't know who was the most surprised. John's mouth hung open and William had a pleading look on his face. I continued, "William you have been well behaved so far today, don't start fucking up now. You have been stretched and have wanted this; now you are going to get your wish." He snapped out of it, lubed me and himself and then climbing up on the table he lowered himself on to me, taking my cock up his ass hole. He called out in pain as he slowly allowed himself to be skewered on my penis. I know it hurt him so in an effort to help him, I wrapped my arms around him holding him to me. "Glad we did the stretching aren't you?"
I said to John, "Close your mouth and tilt the back of this table up so as to provide me some support while I sit up."
John started to say something, and I interrupted him and said, "Do you want me to call for Tom?" John got a look of fear on his face and tilted the table immediately. I continued saying, "Now get me a pillow for my head."
John brought the pillow and tilted the table so that TJ could lean back pulling me with him. God I hurt from his cock; he had been correct, and thank goodness he had been stretching me. He had his arms around my middle and he whispered into my ear, "Lean back, relax and close your eyes." I did so and he slowly stroked my sides and tummy making me feel warm, relaxed and safe in his arms, while John put my legs back in the stirrups, spread them wide, strapped me in, put a strap across my waist, raised the table so that when the doctor sat on his stool his face would be at my waist level, and painted my breasts, the head of my cock and between my legs with brown cold disinfectant.
Dr. Taylor came back into the room and was not the least bit surprised when seeing TJ on the table holding me. He said, "Let's go ahead and get started with his tits. John get me a can of the local anesthetic so I can deaden his nipples. TJ interrupted him saying, "Tom we are going to do it without the deadening agent. My head whipped up turning to look at TJ, when he turned my head back so that I was looking straight ahead and whispered in my ear, "Do this for me; you can handle the pain so long as I am holding you;" I swallowed and nodded my head.
Dr. Taylor came over to the right side of the table, and reaching over to where John had put the tray of surgical instruments. I had purposely not looked at the table as, the doctor, picked up this instrument that looked like a cross between needle nose pliers and a vise grip. I thought that I would faint. I closed my eyes and felt him pull the nipple of my right breast up and away from my body. Master said "Open your eyes!" How could he tell they were closed? I did so, looked up and then I realized that there was a mirror on the ceiling and he was looking me in the eye.
William was surprised that I could tell he had closed his eyes, but opened them on command and looked up at the mirror. I smiled at him and he looked at me with a pleading expression. I kissed the side of his head. Because Tom was starting to work on his breasts I moved my hands down so that I was stroking his stomach and the upper regions of his thighs. I purposely stayed away from his cock, his scrotum, his taint and I already had possession of his ass hole. Tom took his first instrument and took hold of the right nipple in the pincher part, and then locked it down. It was obvious that while the instrument had hold of the nipple it was not like an alligator clamp; William did not flinch when he pulled the nipple out and away from the body, and then laid it down on the draping material. He then picked up the cannula and looked directly at me.
I said in a normal voice so that everyone could hear me, "William do me proud. I want you to watch this process in the mirror so that you can see everything. You know it is going to hurt, but we are starting out slowly. Of the hurt that you are going to experience this afternoon it is the least severe. "Who is the man in our family?"
"You are."
"Do husbands have pierce titties?"
"No sir."
"Who in a family has their titties pierced?"
"The bitch."
TJ took my balls in his hand and starting squeezing. I kept my eyes open and saw the cannula go through my nipple. The doctor then picked up an instrument that looked a little like a soldering iron except instead of a large heating element on the end there was a needle. John plugged it in, but the doctor did not turn it on. The pain of the needle and cannula going through my flesh really did not hurt. I know I flinched a little but that was really as a result of having to look at it happen. The doctor then put the end of the cauterizing needle in the cannula which let the cauterizing needle go through the nipple in the passageway created by the needle. When that was done I saw him look at master. He then turned it on and my world exploded. The pain was dreadful; there was smoke and the stench of burning flesh. Slowly he pulled the needle back through my breast burning, scorching and cauterizing its way to permanently make a tunnel.
Master whispered in my ear, "Please relax. Your sphincter muscle has a death grip on my cock." He continued to whisper how proud he was and how much he loved me. I slowly eased up on his cock and realized that I was drenched in sweat. Master continued by saying, "John get him a glass of water please." I took a sip and handed it back to John. By then the doctor had the bar through the nipple and was screwing the round ball on the end. He wiped the breast down with more antibiotics, told John to put ice packs on me immediately and moved to my left tit and repeated the process.
The doctor was pleased and moved to the end of the table and was between my legs. He turned to John and said, "Give me the two sides of the weight ring." I looked up at the mirror and into master's eyes with a questioning look on my face. He said don't worry this part does not hurt at all. There will be no piercing to do this procedure and there should be no pain.
I could not understand what the doctor was doing. He had in his hands two pieces of metal that together made a circle and on each end was a hole. Each end was made so that the circles when put together could overlap while at the same time creating a smooth contiguous surface. He put them together and put a little thing in each hole to hold them together. He checked to be sure that they were no too tight but at the same time he pushed up on each testicle to be sure that there was no way regardless of how a testicle was turned, for either of them alone to pass thru the opening. When put together there were these two circles around my balls. I was puzzled but at least the only pain I was feeling at this point came from the burning and hopefully the ice packs would help.
I looked down and saw that Tom had the two halves together. When he finished with the rivets William's scrotum would be ringed permanently unless I allowed it to be removed. What he did not realize at this point was how much the thing weighted. From what Tom said each was about a pound. When William stood up the circle would be pulled down by gravity, slowly stretching his nuts. All of the literature said that he would have an ach in his groin for about a year, the time it would take for the amount of stretching that I wanted to occur. At that point his sack should be at least 9 inches long and perhaps as much as 12 inches, which was a little more than half way to his knee.
The look achieved when I enclosed the rings around the scrotum really was great. The poor slave would be uncomfortable until he got use to a two pound weight swinging on his nuts but he could deal with it. I was really impressed by the way he handled his nipple piercing; it was obvious that TJ was doing a great job. As I was studying the fit, TJ asked me if I would allow John to shuck his drawers. I told John to do so, and with a humiliated look he stepped out of his pants; his medical uniform jacket hung down too far so I told him to just go ahead and get naked.
Master bit my ear lobe and pulled my head back to him. He said, "Look at his nut sack." I could not believe it. His nuts hung damn near to his knee almost two feet. He wore bikini underwear. "Isn't that hot? When we get done that is how you are going to look. He has to wear the bikini underwear for support."
I had to agree. I really thought that John looked incredible with his low hanging scrotum.
The doctor said, "Alright let's get the taint done. He tilted the table a little more so that our heads were lower and the feet higher. Master reached down and gathered my new rings, my balls and sack in his hand, pulling them up and out of the way, asking TJ to hold them up. The doctor took a clean needle nosed vice grip and pulled out a tab of skin. I saw master looking and he said move it a little towards his sack. The doctor did so and repeated the process like he had done with my breasts except there was no cauterizing. It hurt a lot more but was nothing compared to the burning.
When he was done, he said, "Let's take a short break. Slaves take a sip of water and relax a minute. John wipe his brow with a cool cloth. TJ are you alright?"
"Yes I am fine." The doctor and John stepped out of the room leaving Master and I alone. His cock was still rooted in me; it had never once lost any of its firmness. When we were alone he said to me in a normal voice, "Look at me in the mirror; look me in the eye." I did so and he continued, "Now you know that what is about to happen is going to be the worst. You know that the doctor cannot use a cannula because it would not create a large enough whole. The doctor is going to put a zero gauge ring in the head of your cock. Zero gauge means that the size of the ring is about the size of the lead in a number two pencil."
For the first time I had my doubts. The pain from the first three piercings was bad but nothing compared to what was about to happen. I looked up with fear on my face and a pleading look in my eyes, and said, "Master I am not sure I can stand the pain. When this is done my cock will look like a joke; it will be mutilated. Please don't make me go through with this piercing but if I do then please let me have something for the pain."
"William, let me explain some things to you. First, is you are fucking up after being so good. You are doubting me and not trusting me. Second, and more importantly quite frankly is the fact that you are thinking as to what is going to happen. Slaves are not supposed to think; they are supposed to let their master's think, to trust their master's judgment and decisions. You are thinking instead of accepting the decisions I have made. Finally, and perhaps the thing that is most hurtful to me is that you continue to use the pronouns, I, me, and my." I really don't want to ever hear you use them again. Let me explain; instead of thinking you need to accept; instead of saying I can't stand the pain...' you should be saying `I am a slave and belong to Master. He wants this cock piercing done without any pain medication and this slave's purpose is to assist in carrying out his wish. If the slave suffers some pain that should bring joy to the slave because it insulates the master from the pain and brings pleasure to the master. The slave bears the pain for the master. Then there is the matter as to whose cock is going to be pierced. Is it your cock or my cock? The answer does not matter because a slave doesn't own anything including its body."
"Now let me explain to you where this process is going. As I know you understand mankind has gelded the various animals it has domesticated over the years. This gelding was done for a number of reasons the most prominent is that it calms the animal down because it removes various hormones. You don't realize it but John here is Tom's slave. Several years ago, Tom was having difficulties with John because John was over sexed. It really was Tom's fault because he enslaved John while he was 18 and still trying to sow his oats. At any rate Tom tried chastity belts and other devices, none of which worked, so he gave John a choice; be castrated and remain with Tom as his slave, or he could keep his nuts but he would leave Tom and never see him again. John could not stand being away from Tom so he voluntarily gave up his nuts so that he could remain Tom's slave. I know you can't tell by looking at him but when he comes back in the room I am going to let him come over to you and let you feel his silicone implants. Tom stretched his sack to remind him of the fact that he is a eunuch; a castrated person. He obviously can't be a man as he has no balls. I have no intention of having you castrated."
"In fact I want you to keep producing the sperm that you produce as it flavors the fluid that your prostate uses to deliver the sperm. As I have explained to you, a male gets an erection so that he can manipulate his penis to produce an ejaculation. The male body absorbs any sperm that is not used. In other words sperm has a short shelf life and if it is not ejaculated then it in essence goes bad and the body simply pisses it away. Such is not the case with the fluids produced by the prostate gland. The male has to ejaculate this fluid or it builds up and the male becomes agitated, lively and constantly wanting to get his nuts off. You use to suffer these stages of blue balls, and in fact you complained over the last several years when Emily like all females cut you off or at best cut you back. You like all the rest of the male species took matters into your own hands and beat off."
"Let me be very clear. You are to never ever beat off again unless you are instructed by me to do so. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master."
"Alright. Now then a slave can go for ever without an ejaculation provided that his prostate is milked and the fluids kept at a manageable level. The slave will become agitated, horny and ready to carry out its master's instructions so that it will be allowed to ejaculate the excess fluids. The problem is that a slave should never be allowed to ejaculate because ejaculation is a rite reserved for masters. Now in some instances slaves are used by subs to provide them with service but obviously since more than 30 years ago I took possession of your nuts and popped your cherry you were not and never will be the fuckor in our arrangement. So what I am saying is this; you have cum for next to the last time unless I specifically want you to cum. There will be no more of that incredible feeling deep in your gut as the fluid from the prostate merges with the sperm and is ejaculated from the head of your cock. I will keep you milked which provides me with the favorable fluids that you produce, but at the same time keeps your sex drive at a heighten state. Some would say that it is cruel to deprive you of the pleasure of cuming or ejaculation. Such is not the case, and those persons do not understand consensual slavery, for you see you will have and enjoy a mental ejaculation every time you receive my sperm, either by my fucking you or by your taking my sperm orally. It is really the ultimate sacrifice of a slave for its master; remember you have voluntarily done this to yourself. It has taken you since we first wrestled on the floor of your bedroom and I got my fingers between your thighs and pinched you. Do you remember?"
"Yes Master."
"What do you remember?"
"We were wrestling and you used your superior abilities to maneuver me so that I was face down on the floor."
"How is that I could do that when you out weighted me by 30 pounds, were taller than me and were a rough and tumble football player, and me a skimpy little soccer player?"
"It is obvious that you were more dominating even 32 years ago."
"Do you realize that today is in fact the 32nd anniversary of that first wrestling match? Go ahead and finish what happened that day."
"Well as I said you maneuvered me so that I was face down and you were trying to get a hold so that you could make me submit. I had my arms tucked under me, my head down and my legs squeezed together in a defensive mode, when you wiggled your fingers between my thighs and instead of your continuing to wiggle your fingers you pinched my thighs. I squealed and opened my legs to try and get away from you. Instead you got your hand on my balls and squeezed."
"What did I say?"
"Either spread your legs and lift up your butt or I am going to tighten down."
"What happened then?"
"I tried to buck you off of me and to get away from the hold that you had."
"And then what happened?"
"You tightened down on the grip that you had on my balls and said, `spread them bitch."
"And what did you do?"
I spread my legs, lifted my hips off the ground and let you have free access to my balls.
"That was the first time but not the last, was it?"
"No Master it wasn't."
"What is the situation that you find yourself in today?"
"You have taken possession of me, your cock is in my pussy and you have your hands on my balls, or what used to be my balls, now your balls. Your legs keep mine spread, I am open and defenseless."
"The other reasons that I want to be sure these nuts in my hand remain working and producing the hormones that they do is because it gives me great pleasure in holding them, in rolling them around, in punishing them and in kneeing them. You like me to do so don't you?"
"Yes Master."
"William, until this is over while we are master and slave in reality I want you to speak to me one on one. You won't be punished for what you say or how you say it. I want you to know that I am giving you this right because I trust you not to abuse it. I want you to be absolutely certain that I am with you through this and that I love you."
"Thank you Boss. I love you with all my heart."
"I know that and you are about to show it."
The doctor and John came back into the room. I had forgotten what TJ had said until he asked Tom if I could feel John's scrotum. Tom agreed and John red with embarrassment came over to me and presented himself, by spreading his legs, putting his arms behind his back and pushing out his groin. I reached down and there was no question but that John had been nutted; instead of two orbs that felt like testicles he had two pieces of glass or silicone substitutes. When I was finished I looked up at John and he had tears in his eyes. It was obvious that he envied me.
I nestled back into TJ's arms, without the ability to push down on him I tried to relax into his chest more so that he would take more possession of my body.
The doctor reached down, picked up my cock and told John to play with it to get it hard. He could not suck on it because of the disinfectant. John was surprised when I had no reaction to his efforts. He turned to the doctor as if to say, what now? TJ's had moved his hands away from my junk but when I had no reaction to John, he moved them back down and pushed John's hands away. He took my penis in his fingers and gently started to minister to it. Instantly it became rock hard and throbbing. He kept playing with it and I was surprised as I started to leak precum; frankly it flowed and was running down the shaft. TJ scooped it up with his fingers and rubbed it over the head. The doctor took this metal instrument that was about 6 to 8 inches long and TJ spread precum all over it as well. The instrument was straight until towards the point where at the tip of it the metal curved over and around like a fish hook. It did not have a barb, but the point came up probably pretty close to an inch. You could tell by looking at it that the inside part of the hook was sharpened like a knife. The doctor pushed the tip down into the piss slit in my cock about an inch or an inch and one half. At that point he stopped. He lay the instrument down on the draping that was on my belly and took off his gloves. He stepped back and took a drink of water. I could not figure out what was going on. So far there had been no pain. There had been a little discomfort when the instrument was sliding down my piss slit but once the downward pressure eased there was no pain; just a full feeling.
My legs were outside of William's and I hooked them over his ankles so that my legs were holding his down. It was purely for psychological effect as his ankles were strapped to the stirrups and his thighs were strapped to the part of the table that connected the stirrups to the table and finally his waist was strapped to the table. He could not have moved even if I was trying to help him. I had orchestrated all of this process with Tom ahead of time, including Tom's having stopped the procedure. Tom said, "I will be right back. John and I have to check on this patient and discharge her."
William let his breath out and relaxed back onto me. I brought my hands up from his stomach around his breasts which were red and inflamed from the piercing and burning and to his mouth. He smiled at me in the mirror and suckled on them like a baby feeding from its mother. He leaned his head over onto my wrist and rubbed up against it like a horse or dog that wanted to be petted. I rubbed his head, scratched him and kissed and loved him. He smiled some more at me, neither of us speaking for several minutes. I then said, "William you have a choice. You know that Tom is coming back in here any moment. It is not too late. You can stop this process right now. When John comes back in here he is going to remove the straps that are holding you down. I am going to put my hands at my side; they will not be touching you. I will move my legs so that they do not hinder your movement in any fashion. You will be perfectly free to get up and leave; what is about to be done to you has to be entirely voluntary on your part. If you decide to leave you have to know we are finished; our relationship cannot be half way; either you are all in or I am all out. After John has removed the straps Tom will come back in and then you have to tell him what you want him to do: either remove the instrument without any type of impact on your cock, or that you want him to carry out what I have instructed him to do on what used to be your cock. The choice is yours."
I was staring at him in the mirror and he never broke eye contact. I was so wrapped up in what I was saying that I did not realize that his eyes were simply flooding tears. They were running down his cheeks. At that moment John came back into the room obviously very confused. He undid the straps from William's ankles, his thighs and then around his waist. As he offered his hand to William to help him get down from the table everything stopped as the doctor opened the door and came into the room.
Time stopped as far as I was concerned. If I understood TJ correctly John was and in fact he had removed the straps that had been holding me down. My legs were free for the first time in an hour. I lifted them up and moved them around to get some circulation back in them so that I could stand. I leaned forward and reached over my shoulder to scratch my back. I could not reach it and looked over my shoulder at TJ and with my eyes asked him to reach where I could not. He did and I realized that it was game time; everyone was staring at me and I could not figure out why. I lay back down on TJ's belly and squeezed my anal muscles against his cock still deep inside me. I could feel him flex it a couple of times and I smiled. I looked at the doctor and at John and said, "What are we waiting for?"
The doctor stared me in the eyes and said, "Now William you realize that I am about to cut a hole in your cock so that I can put a piece of steel through the hole. When I am done the permanent ring will be in the piss hole, go down about an inch and then exit out the side, circling around to come back to the point of beginning?"
"Yes sir."
"And you want me to continue?"
"Yes sir."
"Alright; John put the straps back on him."
"Doctor please I don't want the straps. Master is going to put his legs over the tops of mine, I am going to put my arms at my sides and Master is going to encircle them with his and then put them across my belly. All I need is my Master." I smiled in the mirror at TJ and I could see tears in his eyes. I moved my head around so that I could lick them from his cheeks, nestled my head into the crook of his neck and shoulder and waited.
Everyone looked at the cock in question and realized that it had gone soft. The doctor turned to TJ to have him make it stiff. He never moved his hands. He nudged my jaw with his head and I looked at him in the mirror, his legs wrapped around mine, his arms holding me across my belly as I looked him in the eye. Only he and I knew that he was flexing his cock inside me. He kept on flexing it as my cock stood up, tall and proud for its last time; our eye contact never broke. The doctor picked up the instrument and again paused. I never knew that he had paused; time ceased; I could not see what happened."
I wondered what was going to happen when William was given the chance to walk away. The only thing I had to hold him was my threat of us being apart. That threat was not done to punish or deprive him but it would have had to happen for my sanity; I could not live around him without having all of him. I flexed my cock as the straps were removed so that he would know that we were joined. I did not try and move my cock back and forth inside him as I did not have the leverage. My arms were wrapped around him and my legs entwined with his. The only thing I could flex was my cock and I indeed flexed it for all that I was worth. I saw the instrument start its upward movement cutting and destroying the integrity of his cock. Blood spurted from the wound in time with his heartbeat. I was looking at it afraid that Tom had nicked an artery or major blood vessel. I took my eyes off of the cock to look at Tom to see what was going on. He had put down the instrument, the handle of which was sticking out of the shaft of the piss slit in cock and about an inch below and to the side the knife part was there having served its purpose of cutting the hole. Tom took the instrument out of the bloody cock it having done its job. Tom looked at me, his hands not touching William or the instrument. As we agreed he would wait until I gave him the go ahead. I bit down on William's shoulder getting his attention. He jerked in my arms and looked at me in the mirror. He could tell that my bite had drawn blood. I licked it up with my tongue and nudged his head so that he turned to meet my lips; my tongue came out and painted his lips and face with his blood that I had drawn by biting him. He moaned as he gave me his attention. Looking him in the eyes I spoke to him.
I could taste my blood that master had sucked out of the bite on my shoulder and then licked onto my lips and into my mouth. I moaned as his tongue took command and possession of my lips, tongue and mouth. He said to me, "Look down at what use to be your cock. Look at the poor pathetic excuse of what should be evidence of a man's sustenance; look at the thing that is now little more than a tab of skin. This is not the last conversation like this we are going to have today; there will be one more a little later. In the meantime you have not been held down; you were given every chance to stop this process, but you voluntarily have laid here on a real man's cock; a man who for more than thirty years has had you by the nuts; has mauled your gonads; has called you bitch and your response has been to spread your legs so that he could have his way with you. They are already spread so keep them that way while the doctor emasculates you. At least John has an excuse he has no balls; you have them but you have given them to me; for me to squeeze, hurt and knee. Ok Tom go ahead and finish the job."
He picked up the ring which was about an inch across. It looked huge; he put it in the piss slit and closed it. He then took the soldering iron and permanently sealed the fate of the bloody thing that had been used to conceive two children; had served my wife and me well for more than 25 years; had just like all men had brought me incredible feelings. Now it was bloody, had a hole in the side and a gross ring of metal that disappeared down the piss slit. All of a sudden I realized that there was pain associated with what had been going on and I moaned.
Tom was dabbing at the head of the bloody piece of meat. He had to stop most of the bleeding before he could finish the procedure. No one knew what was to come; what would physically strip William of his manhood and make him totally dependent on me. Gradually the bleeding stopped and he put the salve on the head and at the exit site. He then turned to John and said, "Come with me we need to get one more piece of equipment."
I was having problems dealing with the pain. It had hit me all of a sudden and I moaned and was dealing with it when I realized that I could not handle it. I broke down and started crying. Tears were running down my face, I was having difficulty breathing, trying to get my breath around my sobs. I was crying not only because of the pain but also because I realized that what had been my cock was now little more than a bloody replica of what it had been. Suddenly I felt rebellious against Master. He said that I would at best have one more ejaculation. Why? Certainly I would have to learn to deal with the ring in the head but there was no reason that I could not rub up against Master when I got hard and get off. As long as I could have an erection, ejaculation was still possible. Time seemed to stop again as questions came to mind: why had I been referring to TJ as Master when he said I could call him TJ during the piercing of my cock? Why was I thinking I could have an ejaculation when he had said I could not? Why was I fighting him? What else did he have in store for me and the doctor and John had gone to get?
I realized that Master no longer had his arms around me and that his legs were no longer restraining me. I looked up into the mirror to see Master looking at me. I felt ashamed that I had been having the thoughts that had been going through my mind. I could not meet his gaze. He flexed his cock that was still hard, still deep inside me, where it had been for more than an hour. The flex made me look up my face flush with shame; how could I have had those thoughts?
I knew that William's mind was trying desperately to put up one last defense to stop what it must have subconsciously known was the coup de etate; the death knell of his manhood; the stripping of everything that is indicative of being a male. In just a moment his mind must have realized that I would then have total and complete control.
The doctor walked back into the room without John. He did not look at anyone, but washed his hands and then put another set of sterile gloves on. He picked up the bloody and mutilated flesh and verified that the wound was no longer actively bleeding; instead it was simply leaking.
As John came into the room I was looking at him. He either would not or could not look at me. He had a package in his hands but I could not see what was in it. I could not imagine what else they could do to me. My breasts had been pierced and then burned; the skin between my scrotum and my asshole had been permanently altered with a ring; and, then my cock had been destroyed and a ring inserted into the piss slit. What else could be done? The doctor held up this relatively short piece of metal that was a cylinder made out of what appeared to be stainless steel so that we all could see it.
Tom held up the cage. I put my hands back on William's belly and slowly stroked him. I said, "William do you know what Tom is holding up?"
"No Master."
"It is called a cock cage. It will fit around and over your cock. As you can tell it is about two inches long. The reason for the length is that when we first got here you saw Tom soak your cock in cold water to shrink it. He did and said that when totally soft from the cold water it was about an inch and one half; regularly soft it is about three inches, so we are using one that is two inches. That way if your cock ever stretches beyond its shrunken stage achieved by cold water the spines inside will come into play. Look inside the two halves and you will see that the cage is lined round and round by these metal spines. It will fit around your cock, and then be closed so that the Prince Albert is sticking out but the entire flesh part will be inside the cage. As you can see there are two holes on either side. Those holes will be padlocked to the strap that will go around the back of your scrotum making two rings holding your nuts. The purpose is to teach your cock to stay ultra-soft. In other words your cock will have to learn to stay at the stage of softness as when it has been in ice water or about an inch shorter than your normal soft length. When you try or even when you are asleep and subconsciously want to have an erection you will feel instantaneous pain from the spikes that are inside the cylinder. When the pain gets bad enough you would be hard on will wilt. Put it on him."
Why? If I could not have an erection then I could not have an ejaculation. Master could not suck me? What was happening? The doctor opened the cage, put my cock in it and then closed it. I could feel the spikes until the shaft centered itself in the cage. Then he put the strap around my sack and locked it to cage. He took the two keys and told John to put them in Master's pants pocket. Having completed his work he took his gloves off and stood back. Master leaned forward and bit me on the other side of my neck. Knowing the mental impact it had on me he started flexing his cock. He moved around slightly and when he did his cock changed angles. All of a sudden I could tell it was now flush up against my prostate. He continued his flexing his dick and to the extent that he could he was moving his hips so as to accomplish a slight in an out action. I moaned because of the way it felt. The physical movement over road the pain. I wanted to help him but between his legs holding mine still, hands on my belly and him holding my head still because of the gripe his teeth had on my ear lobe I could not move. I was helpless; I might as well have been paralyzed; I wanted to help him fuck me right there on the table in the surgery room with two strangers watching but I could not move.
I reached down and took the cage in my hands while I continued to flex my cock against his prostate, I rubbed my legs over his, I kissed and took love nips at his ears, neck and shoulders. I held the cage in my left hand while with my right I reached down and took hold of his scrotum. I rubbed it, softly making hand love to his gonads. I tickled and lightly ran my fingers over his nuts. He moaned as his cock got hard; he cried out as the steel pins inside the cage stuck into the shaft that remained. William cried and I continued to fuck him from the inside, held the cage and stoked his scrotum. William let lose a scream, tears flowed, his sweat came out of him in a stream and sperm flew out of the end of the cage. I could not believe it but the bloody fluid flew 6 feet across the room and when the shots stopped it continued to flow like a river. It came out to such an extent that it ran down my sides and onto the paper covering the surgery table. I looked in the mirror and realized that William had fainted.
Master's breaking of me was complete. I came to still on his cock and realized that I had a problem. Not only had I shot cum onto the floor and stool that the doctor had been sitting on but it had flowed all over Master and me. I hurt all over; my nipples were on fire; my taint throbbed and my cock was beyond description between the puncture and the pin pricks made by the steel teeth. But those were not the real problem; I looked and could tell that neither the doctor nor John knew of my problem. My eyes then looked in the mirror to see Master staring at me. Did he realize what had happened? I turned my head and pulled my neck back so that I could look directly into his eyes. He returned my look with no expression on his face; it was totally deadpan. My eyes filled with tears and I had to look down. I started to turn my head back so that I did not have to see the look on his face. As I looked straight ahead I could tell the doctor and John knew something was going on because no one was saying anything or doing anything; I had no choice but to look up into the mirror only to find Master looking me in the eye. I looked down as his hand came up and turned my head, pulling it back so that we could look directly into each other's eyes; a small smile appeared on his lips. What was I going to do? I was stunned when I felt his cock flex inside me yet again. Did his cock have no mercy? Would the damn thing never go down? How was it that it had fucked what Master said would be my last ejaculation without any impact on it?
Poor William. Even I could not have planned or even dreamed of the humiliation of what had happened. He was a nervous wreck; way past embarrassed as to what had happened; it was our little secret for the moment but there was no way that Tom and John not be aware of it very shortly, even before I pulled my cock from his ass hole. I said to William, "Why have you not been calling me TJ when I told you it was all right for you to do so?" I could tell that William was a basket case. There was this overriding situation and I asked what appeared to be an irrelevant question.
Why had I been calling him Master? Hell I had even been referring to him as Master in my conversations with myself; and damn there he goes flexing that damn cock of his yet again. As he flexed it yet again, he said, "I asked you a question?"
"Yes Master. When we are in a situation like this I can't call you TJ."
"Why not?"
"I am not sure how to say this, but please don't take it the wrong way. I am lying here with your cock 7 inches up my anal passage. I have just voluntarily allowed a doctor to modify my body and not only am I not pissed but my only thought is that if you want to do more; am I able to withstand the pain. I feel that I am not worthy of you. You are my Master. As you can tell I have a nick name to be used in private only; Boss." When we are playing golf TJ is one thing but when we are like this no way."
"We will see. John I want you to go get some gauze pads, some wet wipes and an adult diaper. My slave here has lost control of his bowels and when I pull my cock from his pussy his shit is going to flow out of him. Tom may we use your shower? I can tell I am going to be covered."
"Slave I can't believe that you shit all over your master" said TJ and then he burst out laughing.
I was surprised to learn that it was only 2 O'clock. The gay couple had to have some idea that we had been to Doctor Taylor and they helped with the bag as Master got me to the bed. He took my clothes off, put a large gaze pad on the bed and put me in the bed naked. I was embarrassed that he did not pull up the sheet so that when one of the proprietors brought the bags in he had a full picture of my flaming tits, bloody dick and legs that were spread wide apart. Master gave me two pills and I fell asleep instantly, completely exhausted and snuggled in his arms.
I awoke a couple of hours later, got up to a leak. Master told me that from now on I would have to squat to pee. Also he would have to help me until the wound healed he wanted to take the cage off. He took me into the bathroom and told me that I was to sit directly on the rim and not use the seat as it was reserved for men, except in public restroom where I was to use one of those paper seats. He used the key and unlocked the cage, removed it and held my cock, aiming it at the water. He then put me back into the cage and suggested that I carry some of the paper liners around with me. He fed me some soup and bread and turned off the lights. Sometime during the night he woke me up and gave me two more pills. I went back to sleep with his arms around me.