3 Dog House
Three male dogs.
I have been into the SM scene for many years. Unfortunately I have to keep this from my wife as she was born in England, and has all the sexual inhibitions of the English. I have PA and frenum piercings in my cock. The PA I have stretched to size 0. I can leave these piercings without jewelry in for quite long periods, and quickly re-stretch them back to size. Both my nipples are also pierced to size 10, but I can only leave these without jewelry for up to a month, and then must re-stretch them from size 14 to 10 gradually over about a week. A few years ago, my wife and I had a huge row over my body piercings and since then, I only put jewelry in my piercings about once a month, and then usually over a few days, just to keep them from closing over. We have two male dogs, and my wife has had both of them castrated by a lady vet, who is a friend of hers. My wife told me, during this row, that if I didn't stop piercing myself, she would reduce my "urges" by castrating me. I thought she was joking and laughed in her face.
I am a member of a SM club, which has regular parties once a month. I usually put my piercings in about five days before the party night so that they can stretch out without hurting when being manipulated. My wife thinks that this is a regular night out with the boys, drinking.
The club night is usually great. It is expected that all slaves disrobe completely, and many of the Mistresses are available for sessions. Some of these can be quite intense, but not quite as satisfying as a private session, except for the exhibitionist part of the scene. I enjoy being the subject of a scene with an audience, eyeing out my piercings. Those new to the SM scene, without piercings, are usually quite bug eyed. At one of these parties last year, I was in a scene with a Mistress who liked piercing her slaves, and she proceeded to insert about fifty needles through my cock skin from head to ball sac. I thought that one of the guys watching, whom I had not seen at the club before, was going to pass out. His eyes were fixed on my cock. with its forest of needles sticking out of it, and his own erect cock was twitching and dripping with pre-cum. One of the Mistresses noticed this and, quick as a flash, whacked his cock head with the riding crop she was carrying. He immediately yelped, doubled over, and clutched at his cock, whereupon she whacked him across the backside. Everyone in the room cracked up laughing.
However, all my fun at these parties was soon to come to an end.
I booked at the club for a scene with my regular Mistress, Mistress Sophia. I had been seeing her for about two years, every ten to fifteen days, and we had developed a scene that gave me great pleasure. That night, the scene started as before.
I was tied spread-eagled fashion, legs and arms apart.
My balls were tightly bound in one bunch, and stretched by attaching them to the leg stretcher bar between my ankles.
A line was attached to the ring in my penis, and stretched by attaching the line to my nipple rings. My nipple rings then had a line tied between them, and the line was placed in my mouth so that I could stretch the nipples by applying backward pressure of my neck. A ball gag was then placed in my mouth, and tightly secured.
Hot candle wax was then be slowly and liberally dripped onto my cock and balls until a thick cover of wax had been built up.
Mistress Sophia then came to the part that she enjoyed. Using a light muti-stranded whip, she proceeded to expertly remove the wax from my balls and cock with the whip.
Each whack of the whip across my balls, stretched as they were, felt like a boot kick., and I needed all my concentration not to pass out. Finally Mistress Sophia decided that she had removed all the wax from my cock and balls and untied my balls and my cock.
Whilst I was recovering, Mistress Sophia prepared the next part of the scene. Carefully she swabbed the underside and head of my cock with antiseptic solution. Taking out a box of 21 gauge hypodermic needles, she removed a strip of needles from the box, peeled back the wrapping and inserted each needle in turn under my frenum piercing down my cock shaft. This process continued until twenty needles had been inserted in a row. Now came what Mistress Sophia liked to call the "Crown of Thorns". She inserted a needle under the crown of my cock head, until the point poked out through the head, like dydoe piercing. Evenly spacing the needles, she inserted a row of needles until the needlepoints surrounded my cock head. Each needle produced a momentary burning pain until the point exited the skin, and was pushed right up to the needle hub. The endorphin rush after each needle insertion was tremendous, and the adrenalin coursing through my arteries made my temples pound.
The next part was the one I liked most. Mistress Sophia applied a rubber emasculator ring to my balls, making sure that it was positioned high up so as not pinch any cords other than the two main ones. Normally she would time the remainder of the scene, so that the emasculator ring was not on for more than 20 minutes.
Mistress Sophia left the room and after a few minutes, she returned with two other Mistresses, both of whom were wearing leather masks, so that their identities were hidden. The two new Mistresses approached the bench and carefully inspected Mistress Sophia's handiwork. They appeared to especially like the "Crown of Thorns", which was looking quite fierce with the raging hard on that I had developed with the close inspection of my cock and balls by these two attractive new Mistresses. Normally in the next part of the scene, Mistress Sophia would remove the needles and start to slowly masturbate me until I was close to cumming. She would then stop, slide the blunt side of a pair of nurse's scissors between the emasculator ring and the skin, and then continue with the masturbation. This would progress until the moment of my climax, and she would time the climax to co-incide with the cutting of the emasculator ring. The result of the sudden restoration of blood to the balls is a combination of pleasure and pain that is quite indescribable, but totally addictive. My fantasy has always been to be castrated at the moment of climax. I fantasized that this ring cutting was the closest that one could get to imitate the feeling of cumming and being castrated at the same time.
This time, however, the scene did not follow the normal procedure. The two new Mistresses watched as Mistress Sophia removed the needles and swabbed the needle holes. The cock head bled quite a lot, so it took some time and pressure to stop the bleeding. By this time, the ache in my balls and lower stomach told me that emasculator ring should be removed soon. I have read that about twenty minutes does not usually result in any damage to the balls. Some men have regularly gone as long as an hour without harmful results, but longer than that would probably result in permanent damage. Definitely four hours and you were a eunuch!
The two Mistresses moved to the corner of the room, turned their backs on me, removed their masks and lit up cigarettes. Mistress Sophia came over to me, wiped my brow, since I was now starting to sweat quite a lot from the ache in my belly and balls and gently stroked my cock. More than an hour had elapsed and if the band was not removed soon, I would be a eunuch. Strangely this thought did not scare me, but made my cock twitch.
Suddenly, the two new Mistresses turned around and I was confronted by my wife and her friend, the lady vet. My wife approached the bench and said: " Did you think I didn't know what you were up to? I followed you here some time ago and decided to find out about the BDSM scene myself. I'm now a fully fledged Mistress here, and its time that you became my slave. Since you have fantasized about being castrated and neglected me, you will now pay for that neglect. You know that our two dogs have empty ball sacs, and how they got that way? Well I have decided that there should now be three empty ball sacs in the house. Mistress Sophia and the owner of the club have agreed that we can castrate you, and you will become a house slave".
"Wow", I thought, " this is going to be some fantasy. My frigid wife has finally found out about sex!"
The lady vet approached the bench and rolled out a pouch of stainless steel instruments and medical supplies. She filled a hypodermic syringe with liquid from a vial, quickly swabbed my balls, and plunged the needle up to the hub directly into my balls. I drew a breath in shock from the pain, and she paused to look at my response. Slowly and carefully, she started injecting the fluid from the syringe into my balls, looking deeply into my eyes as she did so. Slowly some of the pain lifted and I felt a slight feeling of numbness around my balls. My wife walked over, a riding crop in her hand. She suddenly brought the end of the crop directly down on my balls, still held in the grip of the emasculator band and now a deep purple colour. The pain was bad, but not as intense as it normally would have been without the local anaesthetic the lady vet had injected into my balls. Satisfied that the local anaesthetic had the desired effect, she nodded to the lady vet. My wife told me that she had asked her friend not to give me a full dose of local anaesthetic, as she wanted me to feel her bite off my balls. "She must be joking," I thought, "they'll stop soon and we'll have a good laugh about this". The lady vet approached with a scalpel in her hand. Shaking my head from side to side, I tried to indicate that the game had gone far enough. The gag stopped me from crying out and I was helpless. The lady vet quickly drew the scalpel vertically down one ball, and then the other. She pushed the scrotum tissue away and then dissected the ball away from the connective tissue in the scrotum, leaving it hanging by its cords on my thigh. She repeated this procedure on the other ball, and then tightly tied some suture thread first around the cord of the left ball, and then the right. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear: " You are now a eunuch, your balls will soon be dead. All that is necessary is for them to be removed". My wife approached the bench, and I watched as she bent down and sucked my dissected right ball into her mouth. She slowly started to stroke my cock, which by this time had grown to the largest erection I had ever had. The lady vet got into the act and sucked my cock head into her mouth. My cock head had swollen so big from my enormous erection, that she had to open her mouth wide to get the head into her mouth. The combined attention of the two Mistresses was too much, and within a few minutes I could feel the climax building deep in my belly. The lady vet pulled my cock head out of her mouth and watched. As my cock started throbbing, ready to climax, I felt a quick pull deep in my groin and a sharp intense feeling of pleasure. My cock erupted with a huge orgasm, spurting semen over my belly. My wife stood up from between my legs, and as she bent down to kiss me, she pushed something into my mouth with her tongue. "Keep this warm for me, slave, I'll want it later". I realized the soft oval rubbery object in my mouth was my right ball. It tasted slightly salty. I pushed it with my tongue between my cheek and my teeth, so as not to swallow it. The three Mistresses moved away and lit up cigarettes. "Perhaps they are going to leave me with one ball", I thought to myself. Then I looked up into the mirror and saw my purple left ball, still attached by its cord, lying on my thigh. I remembered that the lady vet had tied off the cord and whispered in my ear that I was already a eunuch. It was too late, they were going to do it! No more castration fantasies for me, this was the real thing.
Their smoke break over, my wife bent down again between my legs and this time took the remaining left ball in her mouth. The lady vet sucked up my now flaccid cock into her mouth and within a few minutes my cock was hard again. My wife's sucking and tugging on my naked ball, and the lady vet sucking on my cock soon had me ready to climax again. "Slowly", I thought, "make it last". The lady vet pulled away from my cock and started to kiss me passionately. She tasted of cum and as she stuck her tongue in my mouth. I realized that she wanted my severed ball in her mouth, and pushed it into her mouth with my tongue. She pushed it back, and soon we were pushing my severed ball backwards and forwards between our mouths. My climax built up and finally exploded. As it did, I felt another tug and an incredible feeling of ecstasy, bordering on pain. The lady vet pulled back from her passionate "ball kisses" with my severed right ball still in her mouth. My wife reached into her mouth and pulled out my newly severed left ball between her thumb and forefinger. She dipped the ball into the dollops of cum that covered my belly and rolled it around until it was covered in cum, and the popped it into Mistress Sophia's mouth. The lady vet also coated my right ball with cum, and placed it into my wife's mouth. The lady vet then walked back to her medical tools. She carefully swabbed my scrotum and the severed cord ends, which had been in my wife's mouth, with alcohol, checked that the cords were still tied off, trimmed the cords neatly and cauterized them. She then cut away the rubber emasculator ring, which had kept the cords from popping back into my scrotum after my wife had bitten my balls off. Finally she neatly stitched up the two vertical cuts in my now empty ball sac. Mistress Sophia walked over to me, kissed me and pushed my left ball from her mouth into mine. My wife did the same with the right ball. Whilst I rolled my two severed balls around in my mouth, Mistress Sofia untied me and handed me a towel to clean up, together with a bottle for the balls. I slowly, and somewhat reluctantly, dropped my balls into the bottle and handed it to the lady vet, who filled it with preserving fluid. All the blood in the two balls had been sucked out, and they were no longer purple, but a pinky translucent white. Looking at my balls floating in the clear preservative solution, my cock twitched again. My wife looked at the lady vet with a slight smile on her face. "I think we should start planning the next phase of our slave's conversion". "We'll start the female hormone injections tomorrow", the lady vet replied, "and I'll start reading up on male to female surgical conversion, and do a few experiments in my surgery. I like the idea of turning his cock inside out to make a vagina. We'll be able to use our strap-on dildos to both fuck him, or should I say her, at the same time. After all, his cock is of no use to us anymore, now that he's castrated".
As I towelled off. I looked down at my empty ball sac. I recognized the lady vet's handiwork. My ball sac looked just like the empty ball sacs of our two dogs.
My wife had been right, she now had three empty ball sacs in the house.
I wondered what other plans she had for me.