Stub is a good slave
GAY, PENECTOMY
A male (stubbed slave) services his master as trained
I knelt as instructed and found myself gazing at my masters erect 
organ and thighs. 

I loved his organ for it's throbbing power and I adored it for it's 
pent up cruelty. Though I was male I would never know throbbing 
erections again.I would know lust though and desire 
hot , dark and unending. My master had removed my penis a year ago 
and left me with balls so I would know ache and long agony for him. 
He promised that he would teach me to love the ache between my legs 
,as his power, and he promised that the ache and endless agony would 
train me in deeper and deeper levels of slavery to him....he'd kept 
the wondeful, awful promise.

Now naked and kneeling before his powerful thighs and erect organ I 
heard his command.

"Stub ", his favorite name for me since my cutting, "please your 
master".

His voice was full, husky with the cruel edge i loved so much.

I started as usual with the kiss of my respect on his organs head.I 
then tasted his organ fully sliding it as deeply as I could into my 
mouth. My balls ached sharply as I serviced him
with all the submission I could muster. My little stub - less than a 
quarter of an inch - mimic'ed erection but it was the cruelest of 
jokes. He came grabbing my head painfully by my hair
and as trained I swallowed him.
 
What was left over he rubbed on my face particularly in my nostrils 
so the smell of him would torment me for hours.
 
I am conditioned to believe that the more I swallow of him the more 
I'm enslaved. The taste of him and the smell of his maleness,
sweat and cum are the sweetest of my pleasures except for the gift he 
gave me of never ending ache and agony.
 
 I've spent hours screaming passionate repitious sayings; hours in 
his hypnosis and other of his mind control rituals incalculating the 
belief system he desires for his slaves.

 I have done well with his training and he favors me with his 
harshest most cruel attentions.
 
 I do love the ache....stub is a good slave.
 
 I now kneel with my knees spread as far apart as I can manage. I am 
now upright kneeling spread this way.....I close my eyes and await my 
master's kick between my legs. I must pay for the honor of pleasing 
him....I wait aching between my legs with his smell and taste
adding to my sweet torture.

My scream, as he kicks me, is more of adoration than sharpest pain as 
my master training continues.

Stub is a good slave.