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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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There I was standing at the front door of the second collector I was to meet.  Bruno, the first collector Buck had brought me to, left me more intrigued than anything. This time I was looking at things so much differently since I had just had the weirdest dream of my life. As I waited for the door to open to us, I found myself fixated on receiving the private tour of this man’s collection of jars and their contents.

I looked down at my state of dress and suddenly became aware that I was about to meet at least several new people. My humiliation at being an obvious cross dresser washed over me and I cringed at meeting anyone new that might not understand my situation and what was actually happening to me. I looked towards Buck for any measure of support, but the door flung open right then.

There stood a woman in her early twenties and shame at my position came rushing to me. She looked me over and took a long stare at the lumps pushing out from under my shirt. I was surprised that instead of making a comment on my tiny buds so clearly visible, she instead complimented my long, full hair. In the background, I could hear many voices locked in conversation and my nerves jumped to know that there appeared to be many more people in attendance than the cars out front would indicate.

The girl acquired my leash from Buck’s hand and led us into the main room where the voices had come from as everyone turned to stare at me. I still had on my tee and shorts, but their attention quickly turned to the leash binding me to the girl. So many comments came from the group of people that I just seemed to block them all out. I knew humiliating me over my obvious position was part of the way things were done in this club, so there simply was no stopping their fun. I looked through the faces of the crowd and noticed three things: there were about thirteen or fourteen people present, several women were among them, and the smug look on one man in particular told me I had just found the owner of the house and thus the collector Buck had mentioned.

Nothing was the usual here and I wondered why the huge changes. First, there was the number of people. I had thought that all rendezvous were small to keep the club secreted from the public. Then there were the women in attendance that surprised me. I could tell that at least most of them were real women and not the trannies that had been my only exposure to female-like people since getting absorbed into Buck’s life. Buck had made a point of telling me how he was purposely keeping me from women so as not to stir my male hormones. He had wanted to limit my desire for anything male oriented, and that included any urges to copulate with the opposite sex. Seeing several women at this party seemed very out of place, so I chalked it up to my advancement in my training.

 Over the next several minutes I was ushered by my leash around the room as I was introduced to most of the people. None of their questions of me actually required any answers; they were meant to ridicule me and my gender changing appearance. I had been getting use to males treating me like that, but every pointed assertion from the females seemed to really hit the last bastions of my manhood. The women felt free to pinch and probe my mounds as they would comment on how I was going to be a very realistic member of their gender some day soon. I might have just agreed to become a eunuch for Buck’s sake, but actually going all the way was still not in the picture for me, so I assumed they were thinking wishfully.

As one girl, probably the youngest and just about my age, took the liberty of running her hand under my tee shirt to cop a very direct feel of my left tit, she stirred a totally new feeling in me. I instantly felt a strange tingling in my groin, but not the way the touch of a hot girl had ever done to me before. I had a craving for her to continue feeling my chest, but even though she drove me into a fit of heat with her probing, I could tell my prick was as flaccid as it would be in a cold shower. I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on before without the appropriate erection to indicate it. I wondered if my estrogen therapy was to blame for that abnormal reaction.

Buck was following closely behind the girl leading me through my introductions, and as she led me to the man I had assumed to be the collector, her heightened giddiness told me I was right. The girl told the man my name and promptly ran her hand down and over my crotch. She wasn’t at all interested in feeling my flaccid prick, but instead made a huge effort to grope my balls for the man to witness.

The girl asked, “What do you think, Trevor? Will these be in one of your jars in a day or two?”

I turned my eyes from the hand playing in my crotch to Trevor’s face and saw a very intrigued smile come to his face. He reached out his right hand to replace the girls’ and began manipulating my testicles through my skimpy shorts. Once more my natural reaction was to push my pelvis forward and into his grip. He was hurting me a little, but I knew Buck wouldn’t like it if I shied away from this very important man. I already knew I would be soliciting an offer from him to retain the very balls he was excessively grappling, so I didn’t want to do anything to belie my desire to make Buck proud of my efforts.

My first words spoken so far were, “Would you like to take a closer look at them?”

His grin said it all, and I asked where we should go. However, instead of showing us to a more private area, he took a step backwards as he looked down at me. I understood that he wanted me to fulfill my offer right there, and after taking a quick look around, I began unbuttoning my shorts. I became aware of a few people turning their looks my way as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts to shimmy them down my legs. The young girl that had felt me up earlier was right to my side and waiting to take it all in. I closed my eyes as I worked the shorts to mid leg, and winced as I knew the girl was smirking over the pink cotton panties Buck had picked out for me to wear. I held the front of my panties out and downward just enough so Trevor could reach in and take a good feel of my offering. Again he went a little too hard as he rolled my tender balls between his fingers, and when I looked at his face I could see he enjoyed making me wince in pain.

Trevor paused just long enough to grab the sides of my panties to yank them down to meet my shorts. I heard the girl giggling at my sudden nudity and most likely my flaccid state inspired the most of it. As Trevor went back to fondling my wares, I sucked up my pain and pushed my balls forward to meet his hand. I put a steely stare onto my face and watched his indicative smile as he obviously enjoyed my willing show and tell. When he pulled his hand away, the girl came up to me quickly before I had a chance to pull my shorts back into place and also went for a bare-skinned grab at me. Her hand was so soft that I waited for her to have her fun, but when her fingers pinched at my right nut too hard, I flinched and pulled away from her.

It seemed that the females were just as curious about my “collectables” as most men in this field, and later on I found out that most women were just as infatuated with the collector’s trophies as the men themselves. I guess they were just as fascinated by why someone like me would hand themselves over to a dominant male to be mutilated out of their born gender. I couldn’t blame them, since after my dream earlier in the day, I was becoming just as fascinated by the idea of being castrated as some sort of right of passage into my new life. If they understood the dynamics of what would drive a person like my self to accept being neutered just for the sake of pleasing another male, they were well ahead of my understanding of the situation.

As I snapped my shorts closed, Trevor asked the girl to join us as he showed me his collection in his trophy room. Angel, as I learned her name to be, was excited to accompany us into the side room and took my leash from the initial girl that had been guiding me up to this point. She asked Trevor as we walked along if he had arranged to acquire my balls yet, and he told her that he had just met me.

When we got to his special, dedicated room at the end of the main foyer, he ushered us into the room as he turned on the lights, and then dimmed them slightly. I looked around and saw several museum-like cases that seemed to hold just a few items in each case. The most prominent items in each of them were the glass vessels that obvious held each of his acquired trophies. Each was placed at eye level and behind a piece of glass that was only half as wide as the case, leaving room to snake your arm around each side of the glass if you were so inclined. I counted the displays as Trevor walked to one case and reached around the glass partition to retrieve one of the jars. There were seven cases and so I assumed that he had the jewels of seven men, or what once were men, and wondered if I might be soon on display as his next acquisition.

Trevor handed me the jar and I took it ever so gingerly as if it were a priceless artifact. To me the contents were just as revered as it would be to any collector, or even Buck. I looked over the somewhat shriveled scrotum with the testes just barely visible at the top of the sack that had once enclosed them totally. I considered them to be about the same size as my own and the hair that once had the purpose of reducing friction as they hung between the legs of its donor was very evident. I felt a little faint as I realized other people could very well be marveling over my testicles in a jar someday soon in the very same way I was at the moment.

Trevor motioned his hand towards a row of three pictures on the shelf just below where the jar had been. I leaned in to see that they were all of the man that had given them up to his master. The first was of the man stripped nude and hanging by his wrists from ropes holding him just inches off the floor. As I looked closer, I saw there was a ball gag in his mouth; his cock was erect and taped with duct tape against his belly, and that left his balls out on total display. As I looked at the middle picture I saw that it was taken a little closer in to the man and showed his balls with a metal cage affixed to his balls; much like the one I had seen in the castration room Buck had brought me to and had been in my dream earlier. I realized this was probably a variation on the chair I had been showed and Trevor was quick to explain how this was the preferred collection method used by the German man that had sold him this trophy.

I looked up at Trevor, then at Buck as he smirked over my new information, and then at the girl off to my other side. I knew she had to be wondering why I wasn’t running screaming wildly from the room. I wondered myself for a moment and then took in the next picture. It was a close up of the man’s balls. As I looked more closely, the breath fell out of my lungs as I saw that his scrotum was in mid cut and hanging down from the metal cutting device. Clearly, one testicle had been severed already and the picture had been taken to show the act right in the middle of being done. I fell forward a little and had to catch myself as I nearly fainted.

Angel’s hand went to my upper arm to steady me, but her words weren’t meant to be comforting at all. “Bet you can’t wait till those are your nuts getting cut off, can you?”

My mouth was gaping as I looked back at her in disbelief that she could be taking so much pleasure in trying to torment my mind any more than the pictures had done. She moved around behind me and worked deftly to force her hands into my shorts. She was trying her hardest to make a grab for my balls. I knew that she wanted to tease me further, but all I could do was hold still and suck in my stomach to aid her efforts. When she had her fingers wrapped around my balls, she leaned into my ear and began doing her best to torture my mind.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait to see these little ones on display. Can’t you just imagine how wild it’ll feel as they get sliced off your body?” She nibbled at my ear and continued. “I would give anything to see them getting cut off. Seeing your face as you begin to understand you’ll never fuck another girl, ever in your life… never ejaculating ever again… losing your manhood to real men that will use you like a whore for the rest of your life. Why don’t you let me do it? I’ll bite them right off you with my teeth. Would you like that?”

My hands flung to cover hers as she squeezed my balls way too hard. I cringed in pain, but not nearly as much from the physical pain as much as over the pictures she had planted in my brain. She pulled her hands out of my shorts and I turned to see a dismayed look on Buck’s face. I could see he was worried that I was getting cold feet, and as much as I was, I didn’t want my Master to worry that I would renege on my word to him. I knew the best way to assuage his fear was to make some overt gesture of interest.

“So, what are mine worth to you,” I asked?

Buck smiled and Trevor grabbed his chin to think about his answer. He asked for another look at them and I began taking down my shorts again, but this time I took them off entirely. I stared at Angel’s gleeful face as I went back for my panties and worked them to the floor as well. Still staring at the bitch that had so much fun trying to destroy me, I grabbed my leash and stood in front of Trevor, handing it to him. He took it in one hand and began sizing my balls up again. I spread my legs a little to give him free reign, and then to please both Buck and Trevor, I began talking myself up.

“What do you think? Wouldn’t these be a fantastic addition to your room? I’d love to know they were being taken such good care of and on display in such a nice way.” I turned back to the girl to throw a sneer her way. “I have the perfect jar already picked out for them. It has a reddish tint to it, and is etched all around a heart that would act like a perfect little glass frame for them. It would fit in here so well… like a museum piece.”

Trevor grinned broadly. I guess having the donor making a sales pitch for his own balls wasn’t something he had ever seen before. When he asked me what I wanted for them, I told him that Buck was the man to talk to about that. When I saw the girl smirking again, I got new resolve to sell myself in front of her. For some reason, I had something to prove to her that might abate her smirking and laughter. I reached my hand forward to Trevor’s crotch and asked simply, “May I?”

All I got was a quick, “Sure!” as he began haggling with Buck over the price to acquire his trophy. I fell to my knees and immediately began working to get his pants open. The girl came around to watch and apparently either had a fetish to see a man getting a blowjob from another guy, or had never witnessed such a thing before. Whatever was her driving mechanism, she was infatuated with what I was doing right in front of her. In some way, I guess what I was doing was almost as much for her as it was for anyone.

As I dragged Trevor’s pants down his legs, I could see he was well endowed and already fully hard for me. Even before pulling his underwear down, I could see his cock had a huge mushroom cap to it. That made it a little intimidating, but I was on a mission to make Buck proud of me, and to blow the mind of this girl so close to me that I could hear her breathing. With his underpants removed, I grabbed his cock in my hand and turned to sneer once more at the girl as I leaned forward to engulf the head of his cock. I sucked at it roughly and smacked my lips as I drew away from it. I wrinkled my nose at the girl and then vanquished her from my thoughts as I worked to keep my possible new owner in an agreeable disposition; at least the possible owner of my balls.

I worked on the man and took him as deeply as I could, but when I heard his offer of six thousand dollars for the right to display my jewels, I slurped off his cock and interjected.

“Come on, they’re my right to manhood. I’m sacrificing them to become a museum piece for you. I promised Buck I would make them worth twenty thousand.”

I went back to work on his cock as the haggling resumed. I heard several positive body signs from Trevor that my price might be met, but his mouth only agreed to a top price of fifteen as their talk of price came to an end . I slurped off him again and stood tight to his body. I pulled his hand back to my balls and pushed into his hand.

“What would it take to make them worth more to you? Pleeeease… I would love to know that they were here in your trophy room. You have such an exquisite display system. Couldn’t you go just five thousand higher? Pleeease?”

I squeezed his hand to motion for him to cause me the pain that had pleasured him earlier, and immediately winced in pain as he gripped them harder. My body fell to one side a little as the pressure increased, but I stared so intently at him that he squeezed even harder. I fell into him, but refused to beg for him to let loose of me. I held onto his arms with all my weight as he gripped harder one more time. I buried my face in his chest and forced myself to moan appreciatively for his actions. When his hand finally released me, I dropped to my knees again to continue fellating him.

“Spirited little bitch you got here. But I don’t know… what kind of other offers have you gotten for him?” Trevor placed his hands on the sides of my head and after hearing Buck stammering for a positive sales pitch, he stated, “I’ll have to think about it. They are a nice pair and would be a great addition to my collection, but… I’ll just have to think about it.”

I began almost a frantic bobbing on his cock to inspire him to meet my price, and with his hands holding tightly onto my head, I could tell he was ready to cum. Trevor asked if I “drank”, meaning his cum, and Buck said I would if he forced it on me. He told him of my reluctance to swallow still, but that it was my only shortcoming so far.

I took the hint from Buck and frantically shook my head to tell Trevor that I didn’t want him to do that to me, and of course, that inspired him to grip my hair even more tightly. My hands went to the sides on his legs to hold on as he became very aggressive in fucking away at my mouth. I was gagging nonstop as I heard the girl telling him to rape my mouth to show me “who was boss”. I knew she had to be wet as hell watching him abuse me right before her eyes, so I gave her one hint from my own eyes of desperation to satisfy her lustful needs. I saw her hands fly to her crotch as Trevor plunged hard and as deep as possible into my mouth. I knew he was about to feed me and slurred out moans of displeasure over what he was about to do to me. My aversion to swallowing was waning, but I knew it would excite him more to think he was forcing himself on me.

His first shot of cum was so voluminous and thick that I choked and gagged as it shot into my throat. The only thing I could do was hold my head still and wait for Trevor to finish with me. I didn’t have to worry about swallowing because he was buried so deep in my mouth that his cum simply went too deep to do anything but go down. I heard Angel grow even more excited to see that I was being successfully force fed a man’s sperm and it certainly seemed like her first time seeing a male being used this way. It struck me that this was also the first time that a real female had actual witnessed me giving a man a blowjob since the other girls I had met had actually been trannies themselves. I did have a moment of major humiliation over that thought, but it was way too late to protest it now.

After Trevor took his final hard thrusts into me and had finished using me, I stood up and wiped the froth of the mess he had made of me away with my hand. I also grabbed his hand and put it back to my balls to make one last pitch for a higher price offer from him.

“After that, do you doubt how much you want part of me to stay here forever?”

Buck chimed in from the side of me that that was exactly why I was worth the money. I was somewhat afraid that Buck was going to dismiss his offer in a permanent way, so I quickly agreed with Trevor that he should take the time to think about it. I mentioned how Buck had suggested putting my balls up for auction and how he could still be the winner of them if he played well.

The door opened behind us and a couple walked in to view Trevor’s museum-like collection. When they saw him pulling up his pants, they began to apologize and excuse themselves, but Trevor invited them to stay and enjoy looking over his latest acquisition. The woman looked towards my still exposed lower regions and asked presumptively if I were the new acquisition. He laughed a little and told them “not yet’, but added that I could possibly be the very next one. He waved his hand towards the case in the far corner and walked them over to it. I began picking up my clothes to get dressed, but Buck told me not to bother, so I held them in my hand trying to cover myself a little.

Angel began telling Buck how wonderfully exciting it had been to witness what I had done for Trevor and as they talked about me, I went to look at some of the other displayed jars of purchased remnants of someone’s masculinity. In the first case I ventured to, one of the pictures featured beneath the showpiece was of a young man as my self that was also taken exactly halfway through his castration. The picture directly beside it showed the man’s horrified expression of disbelief that he was viewing his own balls fall away from his body. Something was just forcing me to pick up his specimen jar and look closely at what he had sacrificed. I reached around the partition glass and brought the vessel out to peer into it.

I heard Buck exclaim excitedly, “Hey, put that back. Didn’t you read the signs?”

I snapped out of my stupor long enough to hear that I had been so sidetracked by my own need to view these trannies balls that I had indeed not taken any notice of the signs in the least.

Trevor interrupted Buck’s rebuke of me and said that there was no one more entitled to take a close inspection of the jars than I and told me to help myself. As I went back to studying the contents of the jar, I heard him telling the room to look at how careful I was handling the specimen and how that showed my deep appreciation of what they meant to him. That invoked from one of the others how my obvious fascination with the castration process was mesmerizing me into a more amenable state of gender transference; essentially, preparing my mind to become one of these very displays. While placing the jar carefully back into place, I realized they might be very right in their assumption.

Trevor waved me over to the far display he had been looking at and asked me if I noticed anything different about it from the other displays. I instantly saw that there were two jars completely similar. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the second jar had a very small and somewhat shriveled up penis in it. My mouth dropped open and I began reaching around the glass for a closer look, but hesitated until he gave me explicit permission to do so. I held the glass up before my eyes and was aghast at what I was seeing. I looked down at where the accompanying pictures were and saw seven pictures telling the story of this man’s demise. I hardly looked at the ones of his castration, but looked solemnly at the four depicting the removal of his dick. When I saw how the man had been propped up and was left wide awake to see the removal of his own cock, I quickly set the jar down because I went so faint.

“He was awake? He watched that being done to himself?” I was in more disbelief than ever as I tried to come to grips over how a man could watch something so horrific being done to himself. Sure, his face clearly showed his mortification, but still…

I asked, “Did he consent to that happening?”

Trevor grinned as he reminded me that his collection was as valuable as it was only because all the men had volunteered to their “treatments”. That placated me a little, but as I picked the jar back up, I was still horrified to see the remains of what was once a man … although now a woman. The couple was staring at my reactions more than looking at the severed penis within the jar, and when I put it back in its place, I hurriedly moved back to the cases containing what I could better comprehend.

I hadn’t been paying any attention to what Angel and Buck had been talking about, so I was a little stymied when I felt my leash tugging me away from the displays. Angel was leading me away and through another door to a small coat room. Then her fun really began in earnest.

She asked me, “After seeing all the leftovers of those guys, I bet you couldn’t get turned on by a girl for anything in the world; could you?” I didn’t really understand her questioning, and she went on. “That’s okay! I understand how much you want to join them to please your Master. But I want to have a little go at you anyway. I hope you won’t get jealous, but I’ve asked Buck to fuck me. Is that okay with you?”

Oddly enough, I was a little jealous that he would feel the need for a woman. But I knew the last thing in the world I could do, would be to complain. Besides, one of the very things I admired about him was his statue as a man. I couldn’t possibly come between his lusts for sex with anyone and still appreciate the man he was; nor could I be swayed by his training of me if I didn’t respect his needs as that man. I told her I had no right to complain about whatever he wanted and offered to leave them alone.

“Oh, no, honey. You’re going to be a part of this, too.” Angel grabbed my hand and told me to start undressing her. I looked at Buck confused over knowing that he hadn’t wanted me anywhere near a girl. Angel added, “Come on, bitch, get me ready for your man.”

I kept eyeing Buck for any sign to stop me, but none came and soon I was undressing a girl in a way I had never done even for myself. It seemed so indifferent of an action to me. Just a month ago I would have given my nuts up just for one shot at a girl this hot, yet as I worked to pull her halter top over her head, I barely noticed the perfection of her skin that I would have once relished. She poked fun at me for paying more attention to Buck than the hot bod I was working to bare, but I was more worried that I was in some way disobeying my Master. However, when I saw him staring at the cute body I was revealing to him, and noticed the hardon he had for her, I began feeling good that I was helping him in any way to get laid.

I went for her skirt next and saw how much harder it was to get a tight skirt off hips that were born to be a female. When I had it falling to the floor, I saw that Buck was no longer paying any attention to me. He wanted to fuck this beauty, and I wanted him to be every bit as consumed by her as he wanted to be himself. I finally took notice of the girls’ boobs and saw that they were almost exactly the size and shape that I had described to Buck that I wanted mine to look like. I got behind Angel and unhooked her black lace bra, but instead of just taking it off of her chest, I reached around her front and pushed the cups up over her nipples slowly. Angel began to protest me seemingly enjoying her body for my self, but when she understood I was making the gesture to entice Buck’s eyes; she took her hands away from mine to allow me to continue. After taking her bra away, I saw how aroused Buck was for her and smiled knowingly at him. I may have been stripping the hottest girl I had seen in some time, but it was my Master’s reactions that I was most interested in.

I hooked my thumbs into the top of her matching lace panties and teasingly began stripping them down her hips. I gestured for her to turn around to face me for a moment, and when she did, I dropped just the rear of her panties to reveal her ass. I heard her giggle when she saw that instead of checking her out, I was mesmerized by Buck’s reactions much more. I motioned for her to turn back to face him and finished revealing her pussy as I tugged the fabric from between her thighs. She went over to Buck and began kissing him quite passionately, and that did stir my jealousy a great deal. She rubbed up against him a bit and as she backed away, she turned to me again.

“Okay boy, now get him ready for me.”

I went over to Buck and began unbuttoning his shirt. Angel began giggling again as she pointed out to Buck that I didn’t have a hint of an erection even after stripping her down completely. She continued poking fun at my condition as I worked to get my Master ready for her. Just as I was pulling down his jockey shorts, she came beside us and told me that she wanted to see me suck on his cock a little before she took him away from me. I was growing a little ticked off at being her amusement, stared at her, and dropped down between his legs. I took his now very familiar member into my mouth to her “oohs and ahhs”, and began fellating him.

Angel squealed, “Oh, my god! Look at this little bitch. She couldn’t get hard for me, but look at the little boner she’s got for you.”

I busied myself with the task at hand and tried making my boner go away. Having a girl laugh at my now faggish ways was ten times worse than when men would do it. She giggled childishly as she backed up and sat on a small counter behind her.

“Now it’s my turn bitch.” Angel was beckoning me to her legs. “Get over here and wet this up some. I hope eating a girl won’t make you puke?”

I looked up at Buck for his permission, and his smile told me that he wanted anything that this goddess wanted, as long as it was for his benefit. I went over to her and stood waiting for her to tell me exactly what she wanted, and when she saw me hesitating, she had no problem telling me what to do.

“Oh, come on. You that queer already that you don’t know what to do? Spread my legs and put my feet on the edge of the counter.” I did as she said and then she reached forward to gesture me to my knees again.

I went down and felt her tugging my head into her perfumed cunt. She had very short cropped hair and trimmed for a bathing suit. I started to lap at her clitoris, but she slapped the top of my head and told me that I wasn’t there to enjoy myself; just to get her thoroughly wet for Buck. She had me do just that and that included getting her vagina as wet as possible. When she felt satisfied, she told me to back off and beckoned Buck to begin his exercise. But as another gesture of my lack of male statue, she had me actually place Buck’s cock to her hole and hold it in place until he began fucking her.

Angel smirked my way and told me to watch closely so as to see how real men fucked women. She took every opportunity to chastise me and berate me as a male all the while Buck pumped away at her. Seeing the way he looked into her eyes as he fucked her hard made all her taunts meaningless to me. He was obviously quite satisfied with what he was getting and that made me happy for him.

After running out of taunts, Angel demanded that I get behind Buck and lap at his balls until he was finished. That renewed her efforts to tease me with licking the balls of a real man and how they were nuts that would never get removed because he knew how to use them. Strangely enough, I agreed with her to a point. There are those men that demand the respect of other males, like Buck, and then there are guys like me that are more suited for following the orders of those men blessed with confidence.

I could tell Buck was about to cum and I found my hand rubbing his ass as he began his male grunting of satisfaction. When I was sure he was done with her, I backed away and stood up. But as soon as he backed away, she motioned me back to her pussy.

“Clean up time, little girl. You’d better get every drop or I’ll get Buck to beat the hell out of you.”

I went back between her legs and began lapping up the mess the two of them had made. It was subtle, but I could definitely tell the difference between plain sperm and that mixed with her juices. All the while I was cleaning her up, she continued berating me. She seemed to really get off on destroying any remaining vestiges of dignity I had left, and I was a little put off that Buck allowed her to do that to me.

When she was satisfied that I had been humiliated enough, she had me help dress her again. And just as we were ready to leave the coat room, she took off my leash and spent a good deal of time tying it tightly around my flaccid prick. I knew she was about to parade me around the rest of the partiers just to further belittle me. I looked to Buck for some help, but his face indicated that he was amused by her efforts. I was then led, at times tugged painfully, back into the midst of the party. I saw a few more people had arrived and I was inspected by them as Angel constantly tugged at the leash to point out my lack of endowment.

I was wondering what the rest of the night would hold for me when Trevor came up to us and asked Buck for permission to take me away for a talk. He readily agreed, but laughed as he warned him to make sure I had balls when he brought me back. He took hold of my leash and led me back to his trophy room. After closing the door, he again wrapped his hand around my balls and felt them more earnestly than before. When I saw he was really inspecting the hell out of them, I pushed into his hand. He smiled and mentioned how I was a flirt and knew exactly what I had to offer a collector. I was given his permission to talk freely, so I asked him what his fascination with his collection was all about and why he paid so much for them.

I was captivated by his genuine desire at knowing the mental anguish a guy like me had to overcome just to please a master. It seemed like a huge part of his interest was in watching the face of the donor as he was getting castrated while wide awake and watching. The one thing he insisted on with all his purchases was to have pictures of the donor’s face at the very moment that another camera was capturing his scrotum in mid cut and falling away from his body. At least a little of the skin still had to be intact to show it was the actual moment of castration. That was when he confided in me his most favorite method of getting off.

When all alone, he would come into this very room to masturbate as he walked among his collection and took in each picture showing the guy’s balls falling away. When I saw him staring at mine, I could tell he wanted to get perverted on me.

I asked, “You want to do that now, don’t you? Buck told me to be nice to you, so go ahead. If it gets you to think about upping the price you’re willing to pay for me, I’ll help you.”

I grabbed his crotch and found him extremely hard, so I began opening his pants for him. He didn’t try to stop me, so I placed his hand on my balls one more time and told him to enjoy me anyway he wanted. When I got his cock bared again, I began jerking him softly and slowly. I could see he was in for the full job, so I forced my mind to go somewhat feminine for him. I kept pushing my pelvis out to encourage him to feel free to go wild on me. He looked intently at me and squeezed my balls until I winced a little.

“You like that, don’t you,” I asked? “You know, causing me pain?” I waited but got no answer. “Go ahead, enjoy yourself, but just don’t damage me. Buck wouldn’t like that at all.”

His answer finally came when he sporadically began squeezing harder and harder. He even made me fall into him a couple of times from the pain, but his love of doing it became apparent when he took over pulling his own cock. I knew the one thing I could offer him that being alone in this room doing it all by himself couldn’t afford him, and that was my own perverted mind.

I teased him with, “I can see how much you want them. Pull them out and imagine them being cut off right before your eyes.” I thought he would fall over at hearing my words. “What do you think? Would you like to cut them off yourself, or you like watching it better? I bet I could arrange for you to watch privately… so you could jerk off as it’s done to me. Would you like that?”

He grabbed at me harder and rolled my balls roughly through his fingers. That told me the effect my words were having on him. I continued pushing my pelvis out despite the pain he was causing, and I didn’t hide my pain from him since that was obviously what he was taking so much pleasure in.

“Your love for my balls is so… fucking intoxicating to me. I want them to be here for you so badly. I love your museum appearance and knowing that you would enjoy them like this all the time would make me so happy. You could fantasize about how you’re making me hurt right now and how much I enjoy watching you get off on my pain. No one has ever wanted to make me hurt like this just to please them before, and it’s so fucking awesome watching your face as you do it.”

Trevor closed his eyes as his climax was approaching. I had never done anything so depraved in all my life as I worked to help this potential buyer to get his rocks off at my expense. I knew he was very close, so I went for one last push to force him to cum for me before he popped my balls.

“That’s it… can’t you just see them falling away into your hand? Can you imagine the horrific face I would make as you hold them up and drop them into their bottle of preserving liquids?” He had become more fixed on his final pumps of his own cock, so I reminded him to squeeze my balls again to push him over the edge. “Oh, god, pull on my sack and make it hurt a little. That’s right, come on daddy… make it happen.”

I had done it and felt one hard squeeze on both my balls that made me squeal, but his other hand flew from his pumping action to the back of my head. He yanked my head towards his cock and seeing just how badly he wanted to cum for me, I immediately fell to my knees and made my mouth take over for his hand to work him into cumming. Remembering my earlier reluctance to swallow for him, he released my balls and held my head tightly to his cock just as he took his final plunge into me. I fell to my knees awkwardly while awaiting his first shot of sperm, and when I heard his grunting sigh, I also felt the relief I had brought him in the way of several quick spurts of his cum. He was having trouble standing in one place, and that resulted in his cock slipping from its placement at the opening to my throat, so most of his cum was dumped into my mouth. I felt good about making him cum for Buck’s sake and instead of spitting his stuff out into a waste basket I decided to allow him one last act of dominance over me.

 I stood up in front of him and when I half opened my mouth to ask where I could spit it; he did the very thing I would have imagined. He grabbed the underside of my chin and demanded that I swallow it all. I closed my mouth and shook my head in defiance, so he grabbed my balls and squeezed them once more until I bent forward in pain. I let him have a moment of fun, but then quickly swallowed it down so I could tell him I had done it. He lifted me back upright with the hand still holding my chin and I opened my mouth to prove it was gone. In an instant, the guilt of a man having used someone for raw sex washed over him and he released me.

          He pulled his pants and underwear back into place as he looked me over; no doubt wondering if he had gone too far with me. This whole thing had been an exercise to win him over as our most potential buyer, so I quickly thanked him for one of my most memorable events. That cleared his conscious instantly, and he even asked me if I was okay. I was glad to see he had that in him and told him how I might be a little sore, but it was worth it to please him in such an interesting way.

          Trevor asked me, “Then I don’t have to worry about you complaining to Buck?”

I hesitated long enough to make him wonder, and then I told him, “I won’t lie if he asks, but I won’t volunteer anything to him. I know he wants you to be satisfied, so… were you?” He went overboard telling me how magnificent I had been to him, even going as far as encouraging his efforts. I could see he was slightly embarrassed that I had seen such a perverse side of him, so I sought to comfort him a little. “Don’t worry! I won’t tell him what you like to do in here. And he couldn’t blame you for anything because I begged you for it.”

That made him smile and put him at ease that I was willing to keep his secret. I thanked him as he looked over his favorite specimen and then he grabbed the leash still hanging from my flaccid cock and began leading me to the door. I stopped him and asked, “So, have I encouraged you to up your bid a little? I really would love to know that my… that my balls would be in your care… here.”

Trevor smiled almost wickedly and stated, “I know Buck wants to auction you off. I’m not sure I can win that kind of auction, but I’ll certainly try now. If I do get them, how long before they come off?”

His question hit me hard since Buck was the only one I had been able to state that I was already to the point of letting them go. I hedged the subject by saying, “Not nearly as far away I as I had thought. But if you’re serious, ask Buck to bring me back to play again if it’s not soon enough.”

“You’d come back and help me out like that again?”

I gave him a genuine smile and repeated how strangely erotic it had been to be so abused for his benefit.

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