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Trevor's Transformation, Chapter 9
"Who is it and what do you want?" I spoke into my phone with a pissed off tone of voice.
A seemingly disoriented Trevor spoke into the microphone by the doorbell. It's me, sir, Max, er, I mean Skippy. You know, um, uh, Trevor.
"What do you want?" I answered back in the same tone of voice.
"To come in the house, you know. Please? It's fucking cold out here."
"Oh well isn't that just too bad. Where have you been?"
"Out with my friends, man. Heh, you know, the guys from the club we met the other day. I was like um, partying with them."
"And who gave you permission to go with them?"
"I don't know -- no one, I guess. Did I need permission to go?"
"You're a worthless piece of shit, dog. You're under my ownership, you need my permission to take a SHIT!" Trevor just hung his head. Will and I were still standing naked in the kitchen; our hard cocks were still dripping with precum as we both were in desperate need of sexual release. We both walked back downstairs, Will grabbed his clothes, put on his slacks and tee shirt, I put on my jeans and tee shirt and we both walked back upstairs. My brain was working overtime thinking about what was going to be the appropriate punishment for Trevor. As soon as I unlocked both the steel door and the screen door, I could smell the mixture of weed, alcohol, and sex all over Trevor. Now I was really pissed off!
"What the fuck have you been doing? You know you're in deep shit trouble, don't you? Now get in here before my nosy neighbor calls the cops on me."
"I'm sorry sir. I am a bad dog, er boy that keeps fucking up. I fucked up bad. It's just that the guys from the club -"
"I don't give a shit about those guys from the club. You should have known damn well that you were not supposed to leave this house. If you would have gotten caught doing your stupid shit, I would have been responsible for your fuck-ups. Now get downstairs, NOW!"
For the short time until Will and I could devise a plan for Trevor, I slipped a spiked, leather collar on his neck and fastened a leash to the collar which I then hooked up to the eye hook in the ceiling, which was located about a foot away from the wall. The leash gave him just enough room to sit against the wall on a small stool. He would not be comfortable at all, but at least he would not hang himself from the leash and collar.
I decided that taking a break to save up our energy to punish Trevor would be the best course of action for Will and myself. While I so badly wanted to finish what Will and I had started in the basement, incorporating Trevor/Skippy/Max into our marathon lovemaking evening might just make this an epic night of action. Will agreed and was all in for doling out some punishment on Trevor. We decided that I'd go first, while Will watched me administer the first part of Trevor's punishment, then it would be his turn.
Trevor knew he would have to endure whatever punishment we were about to give him. If he did not comply, he'd be thrown outside and more than likely I'd take him right back to the police station, where he'd be arrested for violating the conditions of his release. I reminded him of this prior to getting started, and he begrudgingly nodded his head in agreement that he would comply.
First things first. Since he stunk like pot smoke, alcohol and obviously the recipient of a good ass fucking by the other pups, he needed a good shower. I bound his hands together with duct tape, same with a piece of duct tape over his mouth. With the leash, I led him to the open shower in the room next door. There I fastened a chain and leather handcuffs around his wrists, then hooked the handcuffs to the loop in the ceiling. Next would come the anal douche using the attachment on the shower. Judging by the bruising and redness around his hole, it looked like he'd been the recipient of several cocks that night, and probably had the loads from those cocks still in him. I spit on the end of the enema tube, and quickly inserted it in his abused hole. I let the water fill him up for about 10 seconds, then commanded him to let loose. Sure enough, the water coming out appeared to be white and sticky, so I rinsed him again. This time clear water came out. To be sure though, I filled him one more time and this time after pulling the enema attachment out, I inserted one of the bigger butt plugs I could find.
Next I turned on the warm water and hosed him down from head to toe. Will observed and I asked him to grab the liquid bath soap and brush and commence to scrubbing Trevor from head to toe. Once he finished, I pulled the butt plug out and instructed Trevor to purge. He did and nothing by clear water was released, so I left the butt plug out. It appeared as if Trevor's pubic hair was starting to grow back from the last time I'd shaved him.
"Well maggot, I can see it's time for another shave." I said to Trevor with a disgusting tone of voice. "And since you chose to go out without my permission, this time it's going to cost you all of your body hair."
"A-A-All of m-my hair, sir?" he asked with a tone of fear in his voice now.
"Yes you worthless fuck. ALL of your hair!" I now led him back to the playroom where I spread his arms apart and shackled them to the chains that were suspended from the hooks in the ceiling and shackled his ankles to the chain that was parallel with the floor, so he was essentially spread eagle. With that I heard him begin to sulk so I motioned for Will to bring the razors so his hair removal could begin. He also brought the shaving cream so we could remove his pubes, underarm, and leg hair. I instructed Will to start with his golden locks of hair on head; hair that was probably down to his collar and more than likely covered his entire face. Since Will had experience cutting hair, I let him do the honor. I could tell that Trevor was getting pissed. Never had I taken such drastic measures with him. Before, I let Trevor choose between his dark brown pubes or his long, curly blond hair (Think Sammy Hagar from his Van Halen days), but now I needed to send a firm message to this kid that I meant business. Will now had on a pair of leather shorts that he keeps at the house, and he was definitely hard and tenting in those shorts as he noticed the bulge in my leather shorts as well. I winked at Will and motioned for him to start the electric hair cutting razor to begin cutting Trevor's hair, or at least see just how much he would beg to keep his hair.
"Military buzz cut Master J?" Will asked before he got started on Trevor's hair.
"Yes sir, Master Will. This maggot thinks he can do what he pleases, then something has to go. I say the hair. What do you think Master Will?" Will laughed an evil laugh, then agreed with my thoughts, waiting for a response from Trevor.
"I agree Master J. That's the one of the only things that might keep this bad pup from running."
"P-P-Please, sir, I-I-I'll agree to almost anything, just please don't cut my hair." We had him now. He was scared for some reason and keeping his full head of hair meant everything to him, so I made him a deal.
"Okay, FAGGOT, you want to keep your hair, then you're going to lose all the rest of your body hair first, then you'll learn about the rest of your punishment." Trevor nodded his head in agreement, almost relieved that he wouldn't lose his girly locks. We started with his armpits. They were full of nice thick dark hairs, which Will quickly shaved off, then I followed with shaving cream and a razor. What sparse chest and treasure trail hairs he had were now gone. His hairy legs were now as smooth as a baby's bottom. That left his bruised and red hole and crack, as well as his pubes which were somewhat obscured by the cock cage that he had now been wearing for over a week and a half. I retrieved the key for his cage, unlocked the lock and removed the cage. Almost instantly, his cock grew to its full length, and was now almost tight against his scant short pubes. He wanted so badly to cum since he'd not had a real orgasm and ejaculation since before the cage was installed. As I applied the shaving cream to his pubes and full sack, his cock was just throbbing, and a stream of precum had begun to flow. Trevor's skin, now completely hairless was getting goose bumps from the cold in the room, and he started to shiver.
"Hold still unless you want me to cut your dick off, you fucking piece of shit."
"But I'm getting cold, sir."
"Master Will, go ahead and warm this faggot up. You know how to do it." With that, Will grabbed the flogger whip, the one with ¼ inch strands of leather attached to the handle. Will began whipping Trevor's bare ass, each hit making him jump. "You'd better hold still faggot, while I shave the hairs on your sack, unless you want me to cut your nuts off." Trevor did his best to hold still, and of course I wouldn't deliberately cut his sack, as Will and I worked in tandem; I shaved, while he waited between whips. By now after about a dozen times being flogged with the whip, Trevor's ass cheeks were turning bright red.
"Master J, should I continue?"
"Of course, Master Will. I'm done here, and this faggot is now completely hairless except for the hair on his head which he has chosen to keep, and instead will now receive the alternative punishment, one that will definitely keep him from running away again. So I ask you, Master Will, when a pup won't stop running away from home, and chooses to disobey his master, what do we do to him??"
"We neuter him."
"Correct Master Will. Lucky for you, you learned early on in your training as my sub not to run, didn't you?"
"Yes, Master J. I did learn. You taught me a valuable lesson that I've not forgotten today. And it's helped me to be a good member of society. I really liked keeping my nuts. But, since our faggot friend Skippy here thinks he wants to be Max, then it's time to give him his alternative permanent punishment. Neuter him. But not right away. You know what to do, sir."
"S-S-S-Sir, w-w-what does n-neuter m-m-mean?" Trevor was stuttering and shaking, causing the chains to rattle.
"What do you think it means, faggot? It means TO CUT YOUR FUCKING NUTS OFF! So you'd better enjoy your LAST time to shoot your cum, because once your NUTS are cut off, you won't care about running away, or fucking some cute little blond bitch from Culver's, or mounting one of your so-called friends from the club! You're going to be my fucking servant, doing as I SAY, and will be a worthless nut-less dog whose only pleasure in life will be serving your MASTER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I was inches from his face, screaming so loud that even Will was surprised.
"YOUR MOTHER will be so happy that you're no longer going to have the desire to FUCK UP and make her LIFE MISERABLE ever again!!!" Fear had now overcome Trevor. His rock hard cock had now gone completely limp, and piss began to dribble out as his nuts quickly retreated up in his groin, as they tried to escape the wrath I was about to unleash on him.
"P-P-Please sir, d-d-don't c-c-cut my n-n-n-nuts off. I'll do anything, just don't do this to me. I I-I'm so s-s-s-sorry for leaving. I won't do it again. Cut my hair, please. Whip me until I'm red. Just please don't cut my balls off." He began to cry like a baby. I wasn't going to let him off that easily. Not this time. I motioned for Will to let him know that we needed to move Trevor to the table where we would fasten him spread eagle on his back on the table that had hooks that would fasten his body in the shape of an X rendering him completely trapped and unable to move. Anticipating a fight, Will carefully unlocked his ankles, then shackled them together while I did the same with his arms. Will was right, Trevor did try to fight back.
Unfortunately for Trevor, he was completely at a disadvantage. He tried to scream, but in one quick motion, Will fastened the ball gag around his neck, diminishing his screams to nothing more than a quiet whimper. Little did Trevor know that Will used to wrestle in high school, so in one short move, we quickly had Trevor pinned down on his back on the table -- his shackled wrists reaching out from his head, while his shackled, freshly shaved legs dangled uselessly on the edge of the table. In another quick motion his hands were unshackled and attached to the table, then the same was done to his legs, giving us full access to his limp cock and shriveled sack -- his balls were still tight against his groin in fear of what was about to happen. The fear in his eye told the story. While I had pushed Trevor in our BDSM play in the past, I'd never threatened him like I just did. I would give him every reason to think that he was going to lose his nuts. This would be fun and would hopefully teach him the lesson that he needed to learn.
I grabbed the quarter of an inch thick braided nylon rope from the cabinet, slipped on a pair of latex gloves, then started massaging Trevor's shriveled sack to get his decent sized balls to come out of hiding up tight in his groin. Almost thirty seconds later, his cock started growing again and his nuts started to relax. I began to pull on them and about a minute later they had extended from his groin about an inch. I started wrapping the rope tightly around the upper part of his sack, then started wrapping it around the two cords of his balls, each wrap was now forcing his nuts down and stretching his sack to its tightest limits. With each wrap, Trevor began groaning in pain that was starting in his nuts and stretching up into his groin.
"How does that feel, faggot? You better enjoy feeling those nuts so tight in that stretched sack, `cuz this is fucking it." He just shook his head no, although his cock told me otherwise. It was now hard and dripping precum as it rested against his now smooth groin, almost reaching his belly button.
"So you really do like this, huh boy? Okay Master Will, grab your gloves. I'll keep tightening up the rope, and you can start punishing his cock for one more load before this boy becomes a eunuch." Will did as I told him to do, putting on a pair of latex medical gloves, and began to fondle Trevor's hard dick. The rope around his nuts was now as tight as it could get; his sack taking on a reddish purple color. I pulled the rope up to a pulley that was fastened to the ceiling, ran the rope through the pulley, and then gave the rope a little pull, taking up the slack on the rope tied to his nut sack, causing Trevor to groan in pain, while trying to move his body closer to the pulley. He was incredibly surprised to find he couldn't move. I slacked off on the rope just long enough to attach some weights of about ten pounds, just enough to keep the rope taught so his nuts had constant pressure on his merciful looking sack.
Will was an edging expert, so as he started stroking Trevor's thick, hard cock, he brought Trevor to the very edge of orgasm four times. Now Trevor was getting desperate to cum. But like the other four times, Will brought him close to exploding his cum four more times, each time he got close, Trevor moaned, and his body began to tense up in anticipating a massive ejaculation. Time to add to the experience. I added nipple clamps, and began to add clothespins to his reddened sides, and started tickling Trevor's sides and smooth abs, which caused him to start laughing at first, but then as he tried to wiggle away from my fingers, the movement immediately caused more pressure on his nuts. One more close call on the edging as Trevor was almost to the edge of shooting. I stepped back and drank in the sight of this punk's nuts stretched to their limit as my boyfriend was stroking Trevor's cock which was seconds away from shooting.
Mere seconds it was indeed. Once Trevor's cock grew as hard and big as it would grow, the stream of cum erupted from his dick, spraying stream after stream onto his smooth chest and one stream hit the ball gag in his mouth as Trevor moaned and almost tried to scream in relief at finally getting to release his pent up cum, but the ball gag stopped his screams from being heard. Will kept stroking him way past the last jet of cum to ooze out and was now mercifully fisting Trevor's still rock hard cock. Trevor began wiggling all over again as his cock head became ultra-sensitive. It was now time to move to the next phase of his punishment. I went to the closet and got a bottle of a special formula that would temporarily knock Trevor out, but first I set the stage. "Hope you enjoyed your very last orgasm maggot." I grabbed a jar of desensitizing lotion and liberally spread a handful on his nuts and stretched sack. Soon he would not feel a thing there, which would start to freak him out. I began to slap his sack a bit, causing him to grimace and moan. Trevor glanced over and saw the knife I'd taken out of the cabinet, as well as the castrator tool with its small tight bands. I presented these in front of Trevor and his eyes moved back and forth over the tools not knowing what to expect.
"Which method do you prefer, faggot? The band, which will hurt like a motherfucker for a little while as it squeezes the shit out of the cords that go from your balls to up inside you, but it shouldn't hurt no longer than probably the night. By morning, your balls will begin to die a slow, painful death, or do you prefer to take your chances by letting me cut open your sack and cut each ball out while you're sleeping? Can't think right now to make a choice? Okay. I'll make it for you. I choose.... the knife!"
Now he began to panic, and tried in vain to break loose, but to no avail, as the five pounds on the end of the rope began to move and pull his nuts even tighter away from his body in its reddened sack. I could sense the fear coursing through Trevor's veins. Here he was, in the prime of his sexual life being punished to the extreme, first by having to wear a chastity device for over a week, while his new pup friends each rode and abused his ass several times, since he had the first time with the boys at the club, then he must have liked it so much he went back for the second time. But now having realized that he'd pissed me off for the last time, he was trying to mentally grasp at the notion that he'd soon be losing his family jewels at the hand and knife of his master with whom he might have learned to trust and who would have not gone to this extreme punishment had he only listened to me.
He was still shaking, almost uncontrollably. I mean wouldn't you if you thought you were about to lose your nuts? I have to almost laugh, but that wouldn't be right at a moment like this. Will was ready now too. He grabbed a towel and the bottle of the formula that would put Trevor asleep for about ten minutes. As he poured a little out on to the towel, Trevor began to shake violently, but stopped just as quickly as he started due to the pain he was causing himself as the rope tied around his bright red sack pulled on the weight, causing the weight to move, putting more unwanted tension on his balls. We now had the scalpel-like knife on a tray with the desensitizing lotion, which I liberally applied to his nuts again. I grabbed the small mirror so he could see his nuts one more time.
"Take a look now faggot, this is it. The last time you'll see your nuts. Next time they'll be in a jar, my jar that I'll add to the rest of my collection." He began to cry as he saw the reflection in the mirror of his bright red sack and tortured balls. "Okay Master Will, time for Trevor to go night-night." Will applied the formula soaked towel to Trevor's nose and told him to breathe deeply, and after two breaths, he was out, sound asleep. Trevor checked his pulse, and he was still good. He was out like a light, as we tried to get him to respond to my mild thumps on his nuts, but no response.
We had to act fast. I unwound the rope from his stretched sack, then undid the weights. Pulling his stretched sack skin as tight as I could, his tortured nuts were now pushed up tight to his body. I grabbed a small piece of string and pulled the excess skin of his sack together, then tied the string as tight as I could leaving no room for his balls to drop out of his groin into his scrotum. Now I put some gauze and tape over his nuts, ensuring that they would not come out until the gauze and tape was removed. With the excess sac skin tied up holding his balls in, and the tape, it certainly looked like he no longer had any balls. Perfect. I asked Will to get the jar I kept on the top shelf in the cabinet, which he did. I sat the jar on the edge of the table very close to Trevor's head. When he woke up and turned to the right, he would see a jar with two white things that certainly could be mistaken for an adult male's testicles. But they were not -- no they were balls that were once in a Great Dane's sack. A veterinarian friend of mine gave them to me as he was once a student of mine and thought it would be a great joke to play on unruly subs just like Trevor.
Sure enough as soon as Trevor woke up, he couldn't feel a thing from between his legs, the desensitizing lotion doing its job. He was quite groggy, but after explaining to him that it was a quick job, not a lot of blood and that he wouldn't feel any pain there for a while, I told him to look to his right. Seeing the jar with the nuts from the Great Dane, he honestly believed they were his nuts, and immediately began to cry.
I took the mirror and once again showed him his shriveled sack and how the excess skin was tied up. His whimpering and crying continued, and he thought his punishment was over. Will and I unshackled his wrists, and his ankles, stood him up and then took him to the padded sawhorse, where we fastened his wrists and ankles to the horse. Now his mouth and ass were both at the right height to fulfill his punishment that would be to get used by Will and me.
Since neither of us had a chance to cum before Trevor showed up at our door, now was the time for us to have our fun. Will undid the ball gag from Trevor's mouth, and quickly stuck his now rigid cock as far as he could in Trevor's throat. Immediately he began to gag on Will's cock, but Will kept on forcing it in his mouth and throat. I lubed up my cock and easily slid it into Trevor's already abused hole. It felt so good to be fucking a warm hole again. Since I'd cleaned his hole out good with the enema, Will and I switched holes, and I approached his mouth with my raging hard on that had just been in his clean ass. At first he fought me.
"Take it like the bitch you are. I'm not doing anything different to you then your so-called puppy friends did to you. And where are they now? Did they take you in, give you food and a place to stay when you got arrested?" he shook his head no, and opened his mouth for me to stick my cock in. "You're my bitch, my pup. You'll do AS I say, when I want. You saw where your balls are at now. My neutered pup belongs to ME." He nodded his head as I began to fuck his mouth and throat, going deeper each time until his gag reflex had stopped.
Meanwhile, Will was hammering his already abused hole, and Trevor took it all. We were both getting close. I stared into Will's eyes and he pulled out of Trevor's ass and came to me. We embraced and were locked in a deep, passionate kiss; our hot, wet, dripping steel hard cocks now pressed between our groins as we continued to kiss. I was getting oh so close to the edge, and Will was too. As much as we wanted to shoot our first loads of the night between our bellies, I broke our embrace and pulled Trevor's head up by his blonde locks, shoved my cock in deep and felt the intensity increase and knew I was mere seconds away from going over the precipice. Will had returned to punishing his abused hole, and he too was seconds away. Our eyes locked again, I nodded to him as he motioned down to Trevor's back which was still red from the flogging Will had administered on him.
"Oh fuck, here it comes! Take it bitch!" I almost screamed. But instead of depositing my load deep down Trevor's throat, I pulled out and unleashed one of the biggest loads I've had in recent memory all over his face and in his hair. Seeing me shoot, Will let loose as well, pulling out in time to deposit stream after stream of cum on Trevor's back. With one or two more jets still shooting from my cock, I shoved it deep back into Trevor's throat, nearly gagging him with the second orgasm that quickly developed, shooting an almost equal amount of cum down his throat as what was on his face. Will was back in Trevor's ass, feeling his own second orgasm building as well. I quickly pulled out and Will took my place and deposited his second load down Trevor's throat, forcing him to swallow Will's hot load.
We embraced again, locked in a deep passionate kiss. I looked down at Trevor. Bound by hands and ankles to the padded sawhorse, he was immobilized, covered with our loads -- my cum literally dripping off his face, and Will's massive load splatter across Trevor's red back. We moved around to his abused ass that had droplets of cum dripping from his tortured hole. His bandage covered sack still was empty, his balls safely held tightly to his groin. It was also no surprise that his cock was hard, dripping some precum. I couldn't resist. I winked at Will, he nodded. I reached down, grabbed Trevor's dripping cock, smeared some of the precum on his sensitive dickhead and began to pump his cock with fervor. Within seconds, I could sense he was getting close.
"Oh sir, that feels so good, please don't stop. Please let me shoot my load." He was practically begging me and as his cock stiffened and he was about to let loose, I let go of his cock, and pressed my index finger tightly against the perfect spot on his perineum, effectively stopping his impending orgasm from happening, despite the twitching that was starting from his prostate. What cum was trying to shoot out was stopped, forcing the load to go backward into his bladder.
"No such luck, Faggot. That was your last chance to cum like a man again. Without your balls, it will never be the same." With that being said, I grabbed Will by the hand. "Babe let's go finish what we started earlier. Faggot boy can stay here to contemplate his future." Together we exited the room and headed upstairs to my bedroom to resume our well overdue lovemaking, leaving a cum covered Trevor to come to terms with what had just happened to him.