The Long Slow Death of my Balls part two
GAY, TG, TESTICLES
The second part of this story in which I imagine myself, Slave Julia, recieving my first taste of the ligiture. This is for ferd78fem and Silver Girl. I am sorry but every attempt I have made to contact you has failed.
` I had been warned of my first treatment for some weeks before it hapened. I
therfore awoke to fined that as soon as I remembered what day it was I was
worried. It was bad enugh that my Master had compleatly destroyed my
masculinity without him making me a eunuch too. Why shouldent I be allowed
orgasumes? I had been having them most of my life and the idea that they would
soon stop was not at all appealing. It would mean the end of my sexuality. I
would become sexless. Off course this was precisly why Master was doing it. He
wanted to turn me from a fellow male like himself into a sexless fuck slave
the ultimate punk. Someone who could only partake of sexual activity as a
passive subject. That was his aim. After he had fucked me as he did most
mornings I was inspected. He was dis pleased with my finger nails the varnish
was chiped. He secured me to a floging horse and beat me on the ass three
times with a rattan cane. Three strikes was quite enugh , the pain was
tremendus. He then reproved me verbaly." To day especialy your make up should
be perfect. Today is the day I spey you bitch. So look your best for me. I am
going to enjoy this." After I had apologised to him he led me to a full length
mirror. I was by now in my yousual costume or lack of it. He made me put on
stockings and a suspender belt and one of my best,and tightist, corsets. As a
final touch he placed a large brimed "picture"hat on my head so that my prity
painted face looked as if I was a guest at a socity wedding . He took some
photographs he was realy exited and his big hairy cock was bulging hard in his
leather shorts despite the fact that he had allready fucked me this morning.
He spoke" Man its been a phantasy for so long. Kidnap a Guy, undermine his
masculinity, make him my bitch and kill his balls. Today I am realy going to
do it" He then waghed my balls in a spring balance and measured there size
with a set of callipers. He wrote down the results in an exercise book."I hope
to see some real reductions in size quite soon but not to much I want them to
die slowly." Finaly He cuffed my hands in front of me and placed a posie of
flowers in my hands."Hold thease and look prity whilst your balls die bitch."
He said. `

I was forced to look at my own reflection whilst he tighed a thin leather
thong around the top of my scrotum . It was tighed so tight that I imedatly
lost all sensation in my balls. In the mirror I could see a change in the
colour of my scrotum. At first it was a violent red then it changed to purple
then, after about 10 minutes it took on a blue tinge. When, after 25 minutes,
they began to look very dark he untied them."Thats it Julia. Your first
treatment. Julia what are you doing on the floor?" He laughed. The blood had
gone back into my balls and it realy hurt. I had collapsed. I nelt before him
and looked up at his hairy body and handsome bearded face. He had me take off
his leather shots. He stod in just motorcycle boots and black leather
guntlits. His cock was rock hard and juting out above his hairy crutch and
heavy balls. He turned around and spread his ass cheaks. "Lick me." he
commanded. I stuck my tongue right into his ass hole like the slut I am. This
was the only way I would get to penitrate him. His cock went in my ass hole my
tongue in to his. When he was satisfide with my performance he turned around
and ordered me to suck his cock. My balls were by now suffering sever pins and
neddels as well as a less identifable aching. Their was no doubt about it he
had perminantly damged them just as he had intended. Yet his balls were still
in fine form about to send out the sperm which would fill my mouth and
stomach. The contrast in us. Him in charge. Me under his heal. Him in black
leather. Me in makeup and lace. My balls dieing. His balls about to produce a
spectacular ejaculation and,no doubt, an enjoyable orgasum for him. Just at
that point he shouted"Take it ,Spunk Bag, I`m going to fill your belly." and
he shot sevrel jets of cume deep into my throat. This was what my life had
come to. I was his "Spunk Bag" with my own sexuality sceduled to be erased
just as my masculinity had been. But before that would hapen there would be
many more experences for me and many more tastes of the ligiture.  

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