The sacrifice of the slave
We had been together for over a year and I had been my Master’s total slave. After some initial cuts to my penis, he seemed to have gone off the idea of body modification for the moment and I was content to serve him in any way he wished. He told me that he was a member of a religious sect. I was happy that he pursued his religion if he left me well out of it. One evening he introduced me to a man he described as “his pastor”. Indeed, the man wore a clerical collar and clothes all in black. He had a neatly trimmed goatee beard and was well built. My Master commanded that I strip naked for the pastor and do as he wished. I dutifully obeyed and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I swallowed as directed. Before he left he used my mouth as his toilet and I dutifully cleaned him afterwards. He complimented my Master on the quality of his slave before he went on his way.
A couple of weeks later when Master returned home from work, I showered with him after which he shaved my entire body smooth with an open razor. My chest, legs and groin, together with the crack in my bottom was completely smooth. He shaved my armpits and my face. After this he rubbed moisturising lotion into my skin, leaving a slight sheen. Satisfied with the results, he told me to dress as we were going to his church. I said that I was not interested in religion at all but he said that I was to go to an important ceremony where my mouth and anus would be used by several members of the congregation. Apparently it was an important part of his religion and for him personally to reflect his status in the church. I dressed in accordance with my master’s wishes and we left.
We drove to a large house in its own grounds on the edge of the town. It looked nothing like any form of church. He led me inside. We were greeted by a man wearing a grey robe, something like what a monk would wear. By his manner he was clearly some form of servant to the pastor. Master told me to go with him and do as he ordered.
He took me to a bathroom underground and told me to strip. He lubed a shower probe to clean my anus and told me to bend over, filling my bottom with warm water which I was then told to expel into the toilet. I of course complied. He repeated this process another two times. He then told me to shower again and helped me dry myself before covering my body in a scented oil which felt lovely and left a glossy shine on my skin. I was told to put on a white shapeless robe which went over my head, covering me from neck to ankle. Before he led me away, he covered his head with the hood of his robe and walked me barefoot into a large circular room. There were 10 or so people similarly dressed in hooded grey robes standing around the circle. I was led to an old, solid wooden table and my robe was removed, leaving me naked in the middle of the room. I was under a soft warm light, and the others were partially in shadow. The man who had washed me handed me a large silver goblet full of a dark red wine and told me to drink it. It had an odd rich taste and I was certain that it was d**gged. It took me a few minutes to drink it, giving me time to study the people surrounding me. I could only see parts of their faces due to the hoods. As far as I could tell, they were all mature men, I knew my Master was there somewhere but could not see him clearly, the situation not being helped by my glasses having been taken from me. They were all watching me stand naked, shaved and oiled underneath the soft warm light. Any fears I had were removed by the wine as it took effect and I found the situation increasingly erotic. There was probably 1/2 L in the goblet and, of course, it was not just wine. Frankly I was enjoying the theatre and feeling of anticipation of standing naked in front of a large number of men who were all looking at just me.
A white pillow was placed on the table and I was bent forward onto it and my arms outstretched, my belly resting on the pillow. My arms were tied over the side of the table and my legs spread and ankles tied to the legs. Oil was poured over my back and bottom before a large amount of lard was spread between my cheeks and massaged into my into my anus. This was not unpleasant and the wine had relaxed me. I began to become obviously aroused. The pastor arrived in a red robe with strange writing on it. He told his congregation that before the ceremony of cleansing began, each member of the congregation should « cleanse their gonads » using the anus of their guest. He told them that to ensure that everyone was satisfied with an appropriate degree of friction, they must reveal their erections to him so he could check that the smaller went first and the larger later. Every man lifted his robe and started to masturbate. The pastor told them the order in which to proceed. Each of the 10 or so men then fucked me, with the smaller guys opening me up before the big cocks turned my hole into raw meat, leaving me a quivering wreck on the table with cum, blood and lard dribbling down my legs. It started pleasantly and I enjoyed being used, the assistant ensuring that each man was “larded”, but 10 plus cocks is a lot! After each man had climaxed inside me, I was given a short break for water, more wine and a massage allowing me to recover a little. The process took a long time, some men coming quickly, others pumping away for what seemed like hours.
Although I was sore and exhausted, and had screamed loud enough to wake the dead, I enjoyed being taken and, my cock had become erect partway through before subsiding. I was released from the table which was moved away. After some weird ceremonial stuff during which I was given some more wine to drink, and ordered to drink it all. The pastor stood before me and ordered me to kneel before him. He lifted his robe and demanded that I suck him. I dutifully complied but this time he held my head and thrust his hard penis into my throat, making me gag, which excited him more. His sperm filled my mouth, it tasted good and I swallowed like a good slave should. I ensured that his penis was clean before he withdrew
Two burly men, stripped to the waist, attached steel cuffs to my wrists and ankles. The shackles were attached to chains which were moved electrically to stretch me into an X shape. The wine has made me feel woozy and a little numb. It had dulled any pain in my anus, and I found myself enjoying the experience again. The two men, chanting in strange tongues, proceeded to whip me with a single strand whip across my body. While it was painful, they saw that it was turning me on as well, as my cock hardened undoubtably assisted by the d**gged wine. There was pain but it was no longer sharp and was definitely pleasurable. I could see that the whip had cut my chest, belly and the fronts of my legs, and some blood could be seen on each of the whips. They had spent a while on my buttocks and back so I assumed that I was striped all over, but my genitals were untouched.
My body was then washed, still attached to the shackles, to remove the blood and the table was moved again so that the fronts of my thighs were resting against it. The pastor took off his hood, revealing his face and smiled as he gently masturbated me. He had an excellent touch. One of his assistants passed him a large stainless steel bowl which he placed on the floor between my legs. He continued fondling my erection. The other men were standing in a circle and stared chanting, softly at first but getting louder. He smiled at me and said "it is time to start your sacrifice" while continuing to stroke me. He cupped my balls in his hand as an assistant passed him a long leather cord which he wrapped around the top of my scrotum and between my testicles. He binds it so that my balls are stretched away from my body and separated. Still massaging my erection, the end of the cord was pulled across the table pulling my balls forward. A weight was attached to the end of the cord which hung over the table's side pulling me. I was curious and excited at whatever was in store. I didn’t care what they were going to do to me, it was strangely exciting and erotic, though I knew it would be perhaps life changing. Another man presented him with a long curved blade. He shows it to me saying that this is your gift for your Master. He draws my foreskin forward runs the blade around my cock in one motion, one circuit. My foreskin is removed and he shows it to me. I scarcely felt the pain through the d**gs and alcohol. He called my Master forward and presented it to him. Master thanked him for the honour. I wasn’t feeling any real pain and smiled at Master. I expected the knife to be used on my stretched balls next and was strangely excited by the prospect.
I heard a faint whirring above and saw some chains descend from the ceiling. My balls were relieved of the weights by the pastor, my sack having been stretched, and the table was once again moved. I was released from the shackles, and then more loosely tied with ropes, on my back facing upwards, to the table top. This was a relief from the X position. The pastor fondled me gently, smiling as he massaged my shaft and applied a soothing ointment which relieved the soreness I could still feel through the d**gged wine following my circumcision. My cock, despite the shock remains rock hard, my uncovered helmet shining in the light. I remember feeling proud of it as the congregation was shown my penis being massaged by their pastor.
His assistant passed to him the ends of the three chains each of which terminated with something that resembled those grabber things from an amusement arcade machine except that they appeared to have sharpened claws and were made of surgical steel . The pastor, still stroking me, undid the binding of my, by then loose, sack and, having shown each of them to me, attached one of the grabbers around the rim of my glans, and the other two onto each testicle. I could feel the sharpness, but it was not unpleasant. Three men were called forward, one of whom was my Master. They are each assigned a chain which hung from the ceiling. He told them to gently take up the slack, My balls started to be lifted first and the grabbers jaws closed around my glans and balls at different rates. My erect penis was lifted last and stands proud and vertical, bleeding from the wound, but still something I feel proud to see, and show.
The pastor smiles at me and says “now is the time of your agony for the glory of our Lord. Your pain and anguish as your genitals are ripped from your body will be your tribute to him”. The chanting of the others became louder and the “congregation” moved around me to get a better view, all of them seeing my penis suspended, pointing at the ceiling and my balls separate, but also suspended.
The pastor instructed his acolytes to start the torture, but to do it slowly as “our lord would wish” and began mumbling in a strange language. I wasn’t scared, by then I wanted this. As the grabbers started to lift and tighten around my glans and balls I lifted my pelvis to reduce the pressure as each of the jaws begins to close at different rates pulling me upwards against the restraints. My bottom was soon off the table as I strained to relieve the increasing pain. Each increase in height was accompanied by a soft ratcheted click from each chain. There is no “give” and, I realise, no way back. Despite the d**gs, the pain is now excruciating as it cuts and tears the head of my penis and my scrotum. I am screaming until, I can no longer hold myself any higher, or indeed at all. Suddenly, I collapse down onto the table and, inevitably first my glans, then each of my balls was ripped off. The pain subsided as I saw bloody parts of me fly above my body, grasped in the jaws.
I could see the blood gushing over the table from the shaft of my cock and wounds. All of the congregation are chanting fervently. The assistant passes the pastor a pair of secateurs, and a device like a pizza cutter, only heavier and obviously a medical grade device. The pastor gestures to Master to come forward. He approaches and kisses me on the lips as he circles my remaining shaft with the garden cutters. He squeezes them slowly and the rest of my penis was sliced from me. The pastor says to Master, now dice it so that your brothers can share your slave's penis. I then lose consciousness…..
I wake up in a hospital bed with binging machines and a drip. My groin is bandaged but is clearly missing something. A masked nurse calls the doctor. He come in and asks her to remove the dressing. I am now smooth, with a small hole and a slight slit where my male genitals used to be The flesh is raw, but clearly skilled work had taken place. He tells me that the procedure has been successful and will heal well in six months or so. He takes off his mask and smiles. I had seen that face before…
Two years later, I now assist my new master at the church and attend to all of his intimate needs. He provides me with testosterone d**gs to maintain my masculinity, although, of course, I am lacking in the equipment that is masculine. This is favoured by members of his congregation that seek his favour. As a reward for their loyalty (and money) I am often lent to them and told to do for them whatever they want. My body looks good and I have been well used. The men like it because they do not have to try to satisfy me, other than by using my holes for their pleasure and bodily functions. If I refuse a demand, they know that they can beat me, and sometimes do just for the hell of it. On a beach I attract attention. I can wear women’s tiny thongs, which do look good, or go naked. I like it. I love my life.
A couple of weeks later when Master returned home from work, I showered with him after which he shaved my entire body smooth with an open razor. My chest, legs and groin, together with the crack in my bottom was completely smooth. He shaved my armpits and my face. After this he rubbed moisturising lotion into my skin, leaving a slight sheen. Satisfied with the results, he told me to dress as we were going to his church. I said that I was not interested in religion at all but he said that I was to go to an important ceremony where my mouth and anus would be used by several members of the congregation. Apparently it was an important part of his religion and for him personally to reflect his status in the church. I dressed in accordance with my master’s wishes and we left.
We drove to a large house in its own grounds on the edge of the town. It looked nothing like any form of church. He led me inside. We were greeted by a man wearing a grey robe, something like what a monk would wear. By his manner he was clearly some form of servant to the pastor. Master told me to go with him and do as he ordered.
He took me to a bathroom underground and told me to strip. He lubed a shower probe to clean my anus and told me to bend over, filling my bottom with warm water which I was then told to expel into the toilet. I of course complied. He repeated this process another two times. He then told me to shower again and helped me dry myself before covering my body in a scented oil which felt lovely and left a glossy shine on my skin. I was told to put on a white shapeless robe which went over my head, covering me from neck to ankle. Before he led me away, he covered his head with the hood of his robe and walked me barefoot into a large circular room. There were 10 or so people similarly dressed in hooded grey robes standing around the circle. I was led to an old, solid wooden table and my robe was removed, leaving me naked in the middle of the room. I was under a soft warm light, and the others were partially in shadow. The man who had washed me handed me a large silver goblet full of a dark red wine and told me to drink it. It had an odd rich taste and I was certain that it was d**gged. It took me a few minutes to drink it, giving me time to study the people surrounding me. I could only see parts of their faces due to the hoods. As far as I could tell, they were all mature men, I knew my Master was there somewhere but could not see him clearly, the situation not being helped by my glasses having been taken from me. They were all watching me stand naked, shaved and oiled underneath the soft warm light. Any fears I had were removed by the wine as it took effect and I found the situation increasingly erotic. There was probably 1/2 L in the goblet and, of course, it was not just wine. Frankly I was enjoying the theatre and feeling of anticipation of standing naked in front of a large number of men who were all looking at just me.
A white pillow was placed on the table and I was bent forward onto it and my arms outstretched, my belly resting on the pillow. My arms were tied over the side of the table and my legs spread and ankles tied to the legs. Oil was poured over my back and bottom before a large amount of lard was spread between my cheeks and massaged into my into my anus. This was not unpleasant and the wine had relaxed me. I began to become obviously aroused. The pastor arrived in a red robe with strange writing on it. He told his congregation that before the ceremony of cleansing began, each member of the congregation should « cleanse their gonads » using the anus of their guest. He told them that to ensure that everyone was satisfied with an appropriate degree of friction, they must reveal their erections to him so he could check that the smaller went first and the larger later. Every man lifted his robe and started to masturbate. The pastor told them the order in which to proceed. Each of the 10 or so men then fucked me, with the smaller guys opening me up before the big cocks turned my hole into raw meat, leaving me a quivering wreck on the table with cum, blood and lard dribbling down my legs. It started pleasantly and I enjoyed being used, the assistant ensuring that each man was “larded”, but 10 plus cocks is a lot! After each man had climaxed inside me, I was given a short break for water, more wine and a massage allowing me to recover a little. The process took a long time, some men coming quickly, others pumping away for what seemed like hours.
Although I was sore and exhausted, and had screamed loud enough to wake the dead, I enjoyed being taken and, my cock had become erect partway through before subsiding. I was released from the table which was moved away. After some weird ceremonial stuff during which I was given some more wine to drink, and ordered to drink it all. The pastor stood before me and ordered me to kneel before him. He lifted his robe and demanded that I suck him. I dutifully complied but this time he held my head and thrust his hard penis into my throat, making me gag, which excited him more. His sperm filled my mouth, it tasted good and I swallowed like a good slave should. I ensured that his penis was clean before he withdrew
Two burly men, stripped to the waist, attached steel cuffs to my wrists and ankles. The shackles were attached to chains which were moved electrically to stretch me into an X shape. The wine has made me feel woozy and a little numb. It had dulled any pain in my anus, and I found myself enjoying the experience again. The two men, chanting in strange tongues, proceeded to whip me with a single strand whip across my body. While it was painful, they saw that it was turning me on as well, as my cock hardened undoubtably assisted by the d**gged wine. There was pain but it was no longer sharp and was definitely pleasurable. I could see that the whip had cut my chest, belly and the fronts of my legs, and some blood could be seen on each of the whips. They had spent a while on my buttocks and back so I assumed that I was striped all over, but my genitals were untouched.
My body was then washed, still attached to the shackles, to remove the blood and the table was moved again so that the fronts of my thighs were resting against it. The pastor took off his hood, revealing his face and smiled as he gently masturbated me. He had an excellent touch. One of his assistants passed him a large stainless steel bowl which he placed on the floor between my legs. He continued fondling my erection. The other men were standing in a circle and stared chanting, softly at first but getting louder. He smiled at me and said "it is time to start your sacrifice" while continuing to stroke me. He cupped my balls in his hand as an assistant passed him a long leather cord which he wrapped around the top of my scrotum and between my testicles. He binds it so that my balls are stretched away from my body and separated. Still massaging my erection, the end of the cord was pulled across the table pulling my balls forward. A weight was attached to the end of the cord which hung over the table's side pulling me. I was curious and excited at whatever was in store. I didn’t care what they were going to do to me, it was strangely exciting and erotic, though I knew it would be perhaps life changing. Another man presented him with a long curved blade. He shows it to me saying that this is your gift for your Master. He draws my foreskin forward runs the blade around my cock in one motion, one circuit. My foreskin is removed and he shows it to me. I scarcely felt the pain through the d**gs and alcohol. He called my Master forward and presented it to him. Master thanked him for the honour. I wasn’t feeling any real pain and smiled at Master. I expected the knife to be used on my stretched balls next and was strangely excited by the prospect.
I heard a faint whirring above and saw some chains descend from the ceiling. My balls were relieved of the weights by the pastor, my sack having been stretched, and the table was once again moved. I was released from the shackles, and then more loosely tied with ropes, on my back facing upwards, to the table top. This was a relief from the X position. The pastor fondled me gently, smiling as he massaged my shaft and applied a soothing ointment which relieved the soreness I could still feel through the d**gged wine following my circumcision. My cock, despite the shock remains rock hard, my uncovered helmet shining in the light. I remember feeling proud of it as the congregation was shown my penis being massaged by their pastor.
His assistant passed to him the ends of the three chains each of which terminated with something that resembled those grabber things from an amusement arcade machine except that they appeared to have sharpened claws and were made of surgical steel . The pastor, still stroking me, undid the binding of my, by then loose, sack and, having shown each of them to me, attached one of the grabbers around the rim of my glans, and the other two onto each testicle. I could feel the sharpness, but it was not unpleasant. Three men were called forward, one of whom was my Master. They are each assigned a chain which hung from the ceiling. He told them to gently take up the slack, My balls started to be lifted first and the grabbers jaws closed around my glans and balls at different rates. My erect penis was lifted last and stands proud and vertical, bleeding from the wound, but still something I feel proud to see, and show.
The pastor smiles at me and says “now is the time of your agony for the glory of our Lord. Your pain and anguish as your genitals are ripped from your body will be your tribute to him”. The chanting of the others became louder and the “congregation” moved around me to get a better view, all of them seeing my penis suspended, pointing at the ceiling and my balls separate, but also suspended.
The pastor instructed his acolytes to start the torture, but to do it slowly as “our lord would wish” and began mumbling in a strange language. I wasn’t scared, by then I wanted this. As the grabbers started to lift and tighten around my glans and balls I lifted my pelvis to reduce the pressure as each of the jaws begins to close at different rates pulling me upwards against the restraints. My bottom was soon off the table as I strained to relieve the increasing pain. Each increase in height was accompanied by a soft ratcheted click from each chain. There is no “give” and, I realise, no way back. Despite the d**gs, the pain is now excruciating as it cuts and tears the head of my penis and my scrotum. I am screaming until, I can no longer hold myself any higher, or indeed at all. Suddenly, I collapse down onto the table and, inevitably first my glans, then each of my balls was ripped off. The pain subsided as I saw bloody parts of me fly above my body, grasped in the jaws.
I could see the blood gushing over the table from the shaft of my cock and wounds. All of the congregation are chanting fervently. The assistant passes the pastor a pair of secateurs, and a device like a pizza cutter, only heavier and obviously a medical grade device. The pastor gestures to Master to come forward. He approaches and kisses me on the lips as he circles my remaining shaft with the garden cutters. He squeezes them slowly and the rest of my penis was sliced from me. The pastor says to Master, now dice it so that your brothers can share your slave's penis. I then lose consciousness…..
I wake up in a hospital bed with binging machines and a drip. My groin is bandaged but is clearly missing something. A masked nurse calls the doctor. He come in and asks her to remove the dressing. I am now smooth, with a small hole and a slight slit where my male genitals used to be The flesh is raw, but clearly skilled work had taken place. He tells me that the procedure has been successful and will heal well in six months or so. He takes off his mask and smiles. I had seen that face before…
Two years later, I now assist my new master at the church and attend to all of his intimate needs. He provides me with testosterone d**gs to maintain my masculinity, although, of course, I am lacking in the equipment that is masculine. This is favoured by members of his congregation that seek his favour. As a reward for their loyalty (and money) I am often lent to them and told to do for them whatever they want. My body looks good and I have been well used. The men like it because they do not have to try to satisfy me, other than by using my holes for their pleasure and bodily functions. If I refuse a demand, they know that they can beat me, and sometimes do just for the hell of it. On a beach I attract attention. I can wear women’s tiny thongs, which do look good, or go naked. I like it. I love my life.
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