Master's Collection
GAY, TESTICLES
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I received a typed letter in the mail a few days ago.  It didn't 
have a return address or even a name.  I read the letter several 
times, and I decided to do exactly what it said.

On Saturday night at seven o'clock, I went to the Motel 6 on Dania 
Beach Boulevard.  The motel is located about a half mile from the 
beach.  It is basically the only building on the small stretch of 
road between US 1 and A1A.  There are many tall evergreens on both 
sides of the motel.  I went to room 212 and knocked twice on the 
door.  I turned the knob and went inside.  I closed and locked the 
door behind me.  The room was pitch black except for the crack of 
light shining underneath the bathroom door.  I walked toward the 
light and opened the door.  I did not turn around to look behind 
me.  

I went inside the bathroom and closed the door.  I did not lock 
it.  I sat down on the toilet lid and removed my shoes and socks.  
I pulled my shirt over my head.  I then stood up and pulled my 
pants and underwear off.  I picked my clothes up from the floor and 
neatly folded and placed them on top of the toilet tank.  I took a 
shower concentrating on my crotch and ass.  I got out of the shower 
and dried myself off.  An enema preparation had been left for me in 
the bathroom.  I applied some petroleum jelly left in the bathroom 
to the tip of the enema applicator.  I slowly inserted the enema 
into my hole and released the valve to let the warm liquid flow 
into me.  When the enema bag had been emptied of all the liquid and 
I could hold no more, I lifted the toilet lid and sat down.  I then 
repeated the procedure.  After preparing myself, I turned off the 
bathroom light and opened the bathroom door.  So far, I had done 
everything exactly as I had been told.

I made my way in the dark to the bed farthest from the window and 
laid down on my back.  The room temperature was comfortable, but I 
started shaking anyway.  A large hand touched me on my chest.  I 
jumped and tried to sit up.  The massive hand held me down and 
calmly rubbed my chest to soothe my nerves.  My arms were pulled 
above my head and fastened to straps attached to the headboard.  I 
was frightened of what this person was going to do to me.  My 5" 
dick was harder than it had ever been in my life, and I could feel 
it standing straight up in the air.  My eyes had not yet adjusted 
to the dark, and I was straining to see who was in the room with 
me.  

A small light came on above my groin.  The top of the light was 
covered by a hood so that the light was concentrated on my cock.  
Enough light had permeated the room so that I could see at the foot 
of the bed a tall, slender figure dressed in black.  I tried to 
focus my eyes on the head, but I couldn't see a face.  It appeared 
that the head was covered by a hood of black cloth or a mask.  I 
finally made out the eyes shining through two holes.  They were 
emerald green.  They watched me.  I opened my mouth, but before any 
words could escape, my captor made a gesture of silence.  

The dark figure moved beside me and wrapped his hand around my 
penis.  The feeling was like no other feeling that I have ever 
experienced.  That simple move made me feel as if by touching my 
penis he had taken from me my entire life.  He had purchased me and 
now I belonged to him.  He now knows everything about me, all my 
hidden thoughts, my past, my present, and the most frightening 
thing of all - my future.

He moved his hand down to my small balls and gently fondled them.  
I had learned in this short period of time that this hand belonged 
to a very powerful, strong man.  He removed his hand and lifted a 
black bag from the floor beside the bed.  He opened his bag and 
removed a long, silver, shiny blade.

My eyes got big with fear and I pulled on my restraints.  He 
whispered in a deep, masculine, soothing voice, "Lie very still."  
I trusted him.  He was in complete control.  He removed shaving 
cream from his bag and began to shave the hair from around my dick 
and on my balls.  When he was finished, he wiped away the excess 
shaving cream with a towel.  

He lifted my legs and pulled them above my head.  He fastened my 
ankles to two more leather belts that were secured to the 
headboard.  My ass and balls were exposed for his use.  He pulled 
from his bag a black leather strap that had a buckle on the end and 
a ball attached to the center.  I began to protest as my fear 
grew.  I wanted to change my decision to come here.  I wanted to go 
home.  He put the ball in my mouth and buckled the strap behind my 
head.  

He pulled a syringe from his black bag.  I felt the sting as he 
inserted the needle into my arm and pumped an unknown liquid into 
my body.  I remained wide awake, but could no longer feel 
anything.  After a few minutes, he returned to the bed and began 
shaving the little hairs from around my exposed asshole.  He 
brought over to the bed a metal tray that held sterile knives and 
scissors. All I could do was look in horror.  

He took a small knife from the tray and lowered it toward my 
scrotum.  Tears began streaming down my face and my vision became 
blurry as he began cutting my scrotum down the middle between my 
balls.  He gently reached up with a towel to wipe my tears, but 
then went back to work on my testicles.  After completing the cut, 
he pulled the skin back on both sides so that my balls popped out 
of their casing.  I could see my balls and the cord that kept them 
attached to my body.  He picked up the right one and held the 
little round ball in his massive long fingers.  He pulled it 
further from my body then lowered his head toward my crotch.

As his head came closer to me, he lifted the bottom of his hood to 
expose his mouth.  He opened his mouth and put my testicle inside 
of it.  I couldn't feel any pain.  I felt only pressure, but 
combined with what I was seeing, I began ejaculating all over my 
stomach and chest.  I felt as if by sucking on my exposed testicle, 
he was causing all of the sperm in it to be shot out.

He took my ball out of his mouth, picked up a pair of scissors from 
the metal tray, and snipped the cord that kept it attached to my 
body.  I kept screaming, "No! No!"  But the words never escaped my 
lips and were heard only by me.  He then did the same to my other 
ball.  I thought that I would pass out, but I couldn't.  I tried, 
but I couldn't.  I wanted this nightmare to be over.  

He placed both of my severed testicles into a small glass jar and 
sealed the lid.  He put the jar into his black bag.  He began 
sewing up the incision he had made in my scrotum.  My sack was now 
empty, only loose skin hung where once my nuts had been.  I prayed 
that he would not severe my penis.  When he finished his sewing, he 
stepped back from the bed and began removing his clothes.  When he 
was completely naked except for the black mask, I noticed he had a 
very muscular body. He had a broad chest, narrow waist, was very 
well defined and hairy.  I looked at his erect penis.  To my 
amazement, he had only an inch protruding from the wiry mass of 
hair between his legs.  As my eyes drifted further downward, I 
noticed his balls.  His manly sack hung halfway down to his knees.  
It was huge!  I couldn't understand how this was possible.  He saw 
my surprise and moved closer to the bed and closer to my face.  He 
held up his sack and started separating his balls.  But, he had 
more than two!  He must have had about 8 or 9 pairs in his 
scrotum!  

He then got on top of me and inserted his tiny erection into my 
anus.  He was careful not to break my stitches in my empty 
scrotum.  After squirting his hot man-juice into my warm hole, he 
gave me another shot in the arm and I immediately fell asleep.

I awoke several hours later, lying on the beach, with the sun just 
beginning to rise over the ocean.  I was completely dressed except 
for my shoes and socks.  I was very sluggish at first, wondering 
how I had gotten there.  Then I remembered!  The night before!  My 
balls!  I got up and made my way to a gas station across the 
street.  I went into the men's room and locked the door.  I kept 
repeating over and over in my head, "Please let my balls be there!  
Please let my balls be there!"  I quickly pulled down my pants and 
underwear.  I felt for my balls.  I couldn't feel them!  I pulled 
my hand away and there was a little blood on my fingers.  I looked 
between my legs.  They were gone!  I started to cry and I just fell 
on the floor.

After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door of the men's 
room.  I got up, pulled up my pants, and dried my face with some 
toilet tissue.  I left the gas station and walked in the direction 
of the Motel 6.  After some thought, I became very proud.  Very 
proud to have contributed my most important possession to my 
Master's collection.