BadBob

'Craving' is the perfect word for describing my need for being fucked raw. I need that intimate contact and the knowledge I have seed in me.

Same with me. Mostly psychological I think, although it does feel better.

1,3 or 5.

Oh yes😈

Married to a woman for 27 years. Married my best friend and never had sex. She knows I'm gay an have sex with men.

Many thanks. Sorted👌

Sincere apologies. I've just tried to delete my account by mistake. I was rushing and trying to delete an account on another site and attempted to delete this one in error 😤 Can my account be kept as is. Regards Bob.

*****13***** The Master seemed pleased with me the following morning. He told me I would be fine now had fixed me. He said he had arranged for a master he knew to loan him a slave who had been taught waxing, to spend some time with us and teach a couple of us how to do it properly. We would then be responsible for maintaining the other slaves. He said 3 would be the other boy. He also told me that there would be a "Gathering" next week and that all slaves would need to be in first class condition as they would be viewed and inspected by other masters. He said he took great pride in his slaves and how they looked and how they behaved. He told me to pass on this information to the other slaves and then said "Tell them if any of them let me down they face severe consequences" He looked at me and said "Like you did. You will be responsible for their condition. Make sure they are waxed and cleaned, inside and out. Don't let me down" I said Thankyou for trusting me to do this sir" At which point he told me to leave. I thought about what he had said about the 'Gathering' and what that meant exactly. Obviously there would be lots of sex but, I wanted to find out how it went down. 3 told me he hadn't been to one and wanted to know as well. So, we approached 2. He had been here the longest, at least three years he thought. "I've been to six. The other masters bring some of their slaves or we go to them. The Masters take their pick and fuck who they want. A couple of times they've made a slave fuck another slave while they watch. Sometimes a Master might take a slave to another room to fuck. Some are very cruel. One time a slave refused to clean a masters hole after he had a shit and the slave was badly beaten then infront of everyone then had his tongue cut out. The Master said he didn't deserve a tongue if he refused to use it. Once a Master brought a new slave with him and allowed another master to poz him infront of everyone. Sometimes a master will put a slave up for sale or have an auction for a particular slave. All we have to do is do what we're told. There's no set procedure" A few days later the Master called for 3 and I to attend him in his office. There was another master present and a young slave. He was to instruct us in different types of waxing. The Master said we were to practice on each other. The other master was quite old and had obviously been told of my castration. My Master said "Come here and show Master David your castration scar" I felt very self conscious as I walked over this man I had never seen before and lifted my gown. Master David lifted my cock out of the way and ran his forefinger along my scar. "A very nice job. I do like a young eunuch. I'll be looking for you next week at the gathering" At which point he turned me around and gently ran his hands over my buttocks. "Mmmm, quite delightful" Then he told us to go and learn how to wax. The other slave we learned was called 'Paul' That was the name his master had given him. I had assumed all slaves were given numbers but apparently it was up to each master to choose names which is as it should be. He told us that his master was very kind and despite his age had a huge sexual appetite. He had nine slaves and would occasionally fuck them all in a day. The instruction went well. I hadn't realised there were so many different types or ways to wax a body. ***To be continued ***

******12****** When I return to the cellar the anaesthetic began to wear off quite quickly. The following day the pain from my castration was worse than before. I felt filthy with the weasels sperm leaking from my arse and in my body from the load I had swallowed. I couldn't shower because the wound had to be kept dry and now I was starting to feel ill, like I was coming down with a cold. I thought maybe the wound was becoming infected. By midday I had thrown up and I had a temperature. As the day went on I was unable to get out of bed which was soaked from my sweat. 3 was so concerned he went to see the Master who arranged for the weazle to attend. I was delirious by the time he got there and I only have a feint recollection of his visit. Apparently the wound was fine but, he gave me a penicillin injection anyway. He said in all likelihood I was converting after being infected with the Masters HIV. I didn't hear any of this conversation I was so out of it. A couple of the other slaves nursed me through all this and I am forever in their debt. I had never been so ill before and never so, since. The fever lasted for a five full days and it took me another week to recover. By then my wound had started to look alot better. I was able to have a gentle shower and although still slightly swollen I liked the smoother look. I hadn't had an erection since I'd been castrated but, then I had had the fuck flu, as 3 had called it, for two weeks including my recovery. I hadn't seen the Master since the day my testicles had been removed and I wondered if he would ever want me again. I also wondered how 5 was. I hoped he was okay and knew I would never see him again. I hope he hadn't suffered the same fate as me. 3 assured me he wouldn't have as he was the passive partner. It was another couple of weeks before the Master demanded my attendance in his bed chamber. As I knocked on the I was extremely nervous. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to show him that I wanted to be a good slave. To serve him in anyway he desired. I would do anything to prove myself. "Come" He shouted. I opened the door then closed it behind me. He was standing with his hands on his hips looking me and down. "Strip" I was shaking as I de-robed. My cock looked tiny. He looked at it and nodded his approval. "Good I see your dick is behaving. Come here" He commanded. He took hold of my cock and began to stroke it softly, paying particular attention to the glands. I can't say it wasn't pleasurable, it certainly was but, there was no physical reaction, not even a drop of semen. He looked pleased as he removed his dressing gown. He told me to lay back on the bed and spread my legs. He lifted my limp cock and examined the fading scar where my testicles and scrotum had once been. He made a sound of approval. "I think I'm going to have to castrate all my slaves. It looks beautiful. Now turn over, I'm going to fuck senseless, eunuch" It had been so long since he fucked me I felt like a virgin as he ripped into me. He pounded me hard and the pain was immense but I didn't care. When he filled me with his seed he thrust deeper than any man had ever been. I could feel his cock throbbing as pumped it into me, filling my guts. I didn't need telling to clean him afterwards and true to form he was soon filling my mouth with his second load. I served him another three times that night. Each ejaculation was as large as the first. I admired his large balls that were able to produce so much seed. I love to lick them and feel their weight in my hands. Now I have no balls, he feels like a real man. ***To be continued ***

*****11***** I remained shacked to the cross for the rest of the evening and through that night. Initially my balls throbbed painfully but as the hours went on the feeling lost its intensity and eventually they were completely numb. My position on the cross became more uncomfortable as my balls became less painful as they were dying in my sack. My arms and legs ached. Every now and then I would weep at my predicament. The realisation that I was slowly being castrated I found conflicting. I had often thought that the ultimate submission would be to be pozzed or be castrated. I was now to be both. I could occasionally see the other slaves looking through their cages at me. Most were scared to acknowledge me but 3 would regularly look over and put his hands together as if in prayer with tears in his eyes. I now noticed that along with 5's cage being empty so was 8's. I felt very weak by morning. The others were getting up and starting their day and I was still shackled to the cross. I felt desperate. I had pissed on the floor and was so thirsty. I glanced down at my once large healthy balls which had turned black. Everyone had finished their jobs for the day when the Master, the weazle and 8 appeared. 8 was carrying the Masters chair. They descended the stairs and stood infront of me. 8 put the chair infront of me and the other slaves lined up outside the cages facing me, as they had been the night before. The Master said "Your balls are dead. You won't produce your inferior seed anymore. Pretty soon you won't be able to get hard. Your not a man anymore. Your a castrati, a eunuch. Your lack of testosterone will make you into a pathetic weak faggot" He looked at the weazle and said "Take them" Weazle produced a scalpel from a small bag he was carrying and walked over to me. The fear of the pain made me cry out but as the blade cut through my dead sack the pain was mild. I watched as the weazle holding my now severed balls held them up for the other slaves to see. The Master turned towards them. He said in a loud voice full of authority "All I demand is your loyalty and obedience. If you fail me you will suffer the same pain. You came here of your own free will. Just remember I fucking own you now" With that 8 picked up the chair and began to walk toward the stairs. The weasel came to me a unlocked the shackles on my ankles and knees then my wrists. I was so weak J collapsed on the floor in my pool of piss. It was a few days later when I was still recovering that 8 lead me upstairs to a room with a bench. The weasel was there. He told me he had come to remove what remained of my scrotum and tidy it up. He administered a local anaesthetic and performed the procedure. 8 looked on smirking. The weazle finished and cleaned up. He looked at me and said "You'll look nice and smooth once the swelling goes down" He really was horrible. Sleazy and seedy, a dirty old man. "Get up now and bend over the table" I thought he wanted inspect his handy work from behind, but as I learned across the bench 8 grabbed my wrists firmly and I heard the weazle undoing his flies and his trousers fall to the ground. I said "What the hells going on" As the weazle shoved his cock up my arse he said "I don't do this for free, this how I get paid" I looked up at at 8 who was smiling now. The weasels cock wasn't very big and he didn't last long before he shot his load in me. He slipped out of my hole and said "Clean it" I hesitated and 8 said "Get on with it, you really don't want to upset the Master again. You've only got one more thing he would cut off and your lucky to have that" With that I took the weazle in my mouth and sucked him until he was squeaky clean and hard again. As foul as he was I sucked his cock until he ejaculated his filthy load in my mouth and swallowed it down. Now I truly felt like a slave. I had just pleasured the man who had unmanned me. Made me a eunuch. ***To be continued ***

Apologies. It chapter 9!

If you can change it that would be great. It's a very small point, but anyone following the story closely would notice and maybe confused. There are two mentions of '7' in chapter seven, one in the second paragraph and one at the end of the chapter. If these can be changed to '8' that would be great. Thanks, Bob.

Hi, I need ti edit part of a story I'm writing 'The Master and his slaves' Can one of the moderators assist. Bob.

****10***The next thing I remember was waking up in a small, cold, damp room. I had no idea how long I had been unconsciousness and only a presumption that I was still somewhere in the house. My head was still sore, my throat dry and I felt groggy from the drug, whatever it was it had been very strong. The room was empty apart from a bare wooden bed and a bucket. The door was locked. The No mattress and no blanket. I felt so cold and curled up in the foetal position in order to try and retain some body heat but, I still shivered. I wondered what had happened to 5. I desperately hoped he was okay although probably in the same situation as myself. I don't know how long I remained in that room, that was basically a cell, but it seemed like hours. Eventually I heard a couple of sliding bolts being slipped on the outside of the door. The door opened and 8 stood there, un-smiling. He didn't say anything and walked over to bed. In his hand he held a pair of handcuffs. I felt so miserable and had no energy or fight in me. To be honest I just wanted to get out of this room. So, I just submitted and held out my hands for him. He placed the cuffs on my wrists and closed them tightly. I stood and he moved behind me pushing me with the palm of his hand roughly in the middle of my back. I was in a corridor with a cold stone floor and no footwear. I walked slowly and every now and then I felt the hand push me in the back. We went through a couple of doors before passing the room I been in when I first came to the house, then followed the same route down to the cellar. As we descended the stairs I saw all the other slaves standing outside their relevant cells, almost as if at attention, facing the wall fixed with shackles and chains. I also noticed a new addition, a wooden cross on a heavy wooden base. The cross looked like a multiplication sign rather than a crucifix. The Master sat in an ornate wooden chair also facing the wall and next to him an elderly small weazle of a man, wearing a suit and wire rimmed glasses. 8 lead me to the cross. I was more scared than I ever had been in my entire life. I was shaking and needed the encouragement of 8 behind me to keep moving. 8 turned me around and unlocked the handcuffs. If he hadn't then shacked me to the two high sections of the cross I would have collapsed, I was so petrified and my legs were shacking with no strength to take my weight. I really thought I was going to killed or tortured. The Master didn't look at me until 8 had shacked first my feet and then my knees to the lower sections of the cross. My legs were spread far apart painfully. All the other slaves looked on looking almost a scared as I felt. I noticed the absence of 5. His cage was empty and all his belongs had been removed. My heart sank and I wondered if he had been attached here before me. I noted that my own belongings remained where I had left them. I was crying now fearful of what was about to happen to me. The Master eventually looked at me. His black eyes looked at me with a desgusted look on his face. "You have betrayed my trust and dishonored me. You surrendered yourself to me and within two weeks you have broken your promise to me and worse of all you have defiled a piece of my property that has had to be disposed of" I couldn't believe what I was hearing 'Disposed of' I was openly crying now. "You will never damage anymore of my property. You have done this to yourself " He nodded to the weazle next to him who stepped forward holding a tool that looked like a large pair of scissors but, had stretched between the ends a piece of orange rubber, like an elastic band but thicker. I looked in horror as he grabbed my balls and stretched them hard downward. I cried out in pain. He let go and placed the tool and the rubber band over balls and pushed it high up just underneath my cock, then with his other hand pulled my balls down even harder. I heard a snap and the weazle withdrew the tool leaving the band tight around my scrotum. Unbelievably my cock had grown hard and was pointing upwards. He placed another orange band on the tool and placed it over my balls and snapped it shut just below the other band just as I shot the last load of sperm I would ever ejaculate. I was crying with pain now. The Master looked at me and said "I hope 5's new master treats him with the same regard" I felt some relief. At least 5 was still alive, although I would never see him again. **To be continued **

*****9**** As our bodies pressed together I felt conflicted but, the warmth of 5's body, the softness of his lips and hardness of his cock was all consuming. His arms enfolded me and pulled me towards him. My cock made physical contact with his own and then pressed against his smooth belly. I could feel precum leaking from me onto his stomach and my cock sliding around in the warm fluid as we embraced. I was lost in the feelings both physical and emotional. He turned in my arms and with his back to me my cock head, lubricated by my precum, slipped into the the crack of his arse. I'm not a top or even versatile but, at that moment in time, my desire to be inside 5 was as strong as anything I've ever felt. I pushed myself forward and my cock found his hole easily and I slipped inside him. He gasped as I moved inside his body. He felt wonderful on my cock as I began fucking him. The last time I penetrated a guy was at least a couple of years ago. It wasn't the natural position for me and whilst I had cum I hadn't really enjoyed the experience. I think I'd felt pressured on that occasion but, this was different, this felt natural and wonderful. I thought I heard a noise behind me and glanced back. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw a shadow emanating from around the entrance to the shower but, I was so involved in 5 I didn't give it anymore thought. I wasn't long before I felt the pressure in my loins begin to grow. I was kissing 5's neck and nibbling his right ear when I felt I couldn't hold off any longer and ejaculated a huge load into 5. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My cock kept pumping for a few minutes after the initial release and completely empty, my balls completely drained. I rested my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. He turned and we kissed. "God, that was wonderful" He said, as we kissed passionately. We were both so into each other we didn't hear him behind us. The first thing I became aware of was 5 looking over my shoulder and the look of fear that immediately registered on his face. I looked behind me and saw the Master and number 8 looking at us. The Master had a look of anger and rage on his face, he shouted something and moved forward at speed kicking me so hard in the balls I doubled over in pain immediately and, didn't see but, heard 5 shout in pain as he'd been kicked or punched somewhere on his beautiful body. I was still bent forward when I felt a kick to the back of my left knee causing me to fall onto the floor, followed by a kick to the head. His attention was then turned on 5. I could hear the blows and the screams but due to the pain I was couldn't raise my head. All this time the Master was ragging and swearing at us. I felt a needle stuck in my right buttock and began to fade into unconsciousness. As I drifted away the last thing remember was a voice in my telling me I hoped I'd enjoyed my last orgasm, but it wasn't the Masters voice but 8's. ***To be continued ***