Date: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 12:06:06 -0600
From: Brian <suddar40@shaw.ca>
Subject: Jesse

Jesse

Authors Note:

This narrative is true, based on the experiences of an old friend that died
recently of colon cancer. Jesse wasn't his real name and all names in here
have been changed to protect them.

The story deals with aspects of the gay life style that is not very well
known. Although I have read stories in similar vein on Nifty, I have never
actually heard of this happening in real life. Jesse really opened my eyes.

Disclaimer: This narrative deals with BDSM, CBT, Water sports and other of
the more main stream aspects of sex between males. If it is illegal for you
to read stories like this in your Province or State you should leave this
site now.


Jesse's Story:

I first met Jesse in Grade eight. I was fourteen and he was sixteen. Simple
really he had flunked two grades. The School Board had a rule that as soon
as anyone reached sixteen, they could not be flunked again. So even if as
some people thought otherwise, Jesse made it to grade eight and did
actually make it to grade eleven before he quit. But that is getting a head
of his Story.

I was a smart kid, at least that is what everyone thought. In reality what
I did was like to read and I could remember everything I read. That was why
I passed all my tests. It was me being smart that did it.

Being classified by the other kids as a smart aleck wasn't good at all, coz
they shunned me like they did Jesse coz they thought him a dummy. That
brought us together.

Jesse wasn't really Dum, he was probably smarter than me, but he hated
school. Had absolutely no use for it at all. If it wasn't for his parents
he would have quit a long time ago. Well the law said you had to go to
school until you were sixteen, but if he could have Jesse would have quit
sooner.

We were such close friends that some of the other boys started calling me a
fag or queer or Homo. Well I had no idea what one of those was so I looked
them up in the dictionary. Well that scared me no end coz a homo could be
locked up in a Looney bin for like forever. I really hoped I wasn't one of
them.

When I talked to Jesse about people were calling us, he said forget coz
they were just being nasty. I knew he was mad and I also knew no one in
their right mind would say something like that to Jesse to his face. The
guy would end up dead on the ground for sure.

Well I was walking home alone as usual when I ran into the Bradley Twins,
or as people called them Bumpkin and Bozo, but again not to their
face. They were the biggest bully's in school.

"Hey fag." One of them said, but I just ignored them.

"Hey fag." That was followed by a push from behind.

I stumbled a bit and turned to them.

"Hey fag, suck my dick." One of them said. I saw red.

"What's the matter, Bozo not sucking you anymore? Big muscles small dick
eh." I said.

Well before I could even move both were pounding on me. Even after they
knocked me down they continued to kick me. Just before they stopped one of
them kicked me squarely in the balls.

"You won't be using them fag boy for a while." One said as they took off
running.

Well they had really laid a licking on me. I couldn't see out of one eye,
my nose was bleeding and I ached all over. My balls felt like some one had
them in a vise grip. I knew if I went home like this my Dad would call the
cops. That would just make it worse for me at school. Jesse's house was on
the way, so I stopped.

"What the fuck." Jesse screamed when he opened the door.

He pulled me inside, even as he fired a million questions at me. Who did
this? Where are they? Things like that. I heard him say someone was going
to die for sure. I was in too much pain to pay much attention.

He finally stopped ranting and got some damp clothes and cleaned my face
up. He took my shirt off and whistled.

"They sure kicked you lots Eddy."

He then pulled my jeans and shorts down. I felt him fingering my balls but
other than just knowing he was doing it, I had no other reaction.

"Well doesn't look like you got a rupture Eddy. Guess it was a near
miss. Pain should go away in a while."

He pulled up my pants and sat me on his couch. He got an ice pack for my
eye. After about an hour I started to feel better. I was glad it was a
Friday, my parents knew I was always late home on Friday's.

"It was the Bradley twins, wasn't it?"

I just looked at him and didn't say a word. I guess he knew from my look.

"Don't worry Eddy. No one will know, but no one will ever have to deal with
those two again when I'm done with them."

"Don't kill them Jesse."

No way man. I got a better idea." He laughed.

After an hour and a half, I figured I'd better get home. He asked me to
stay the night, but I said my Dad would never agree. He saw me to the door.

"If you change your mind, I'll be home all night." He said.

"Thanks Jesse. You are the only friend I got."

When I walked into the house, I ran smack dab into my Dad.

"What the hell happened to you?" He said, as if he couldn't see.

"What did you do this time? Open your big mouth again. How many times I got
to tell you boy, not to sass off others."

Not one word about how I felt, weather I was okay or anything like
that. Well just his words pissed me off. I just turned away and headed for
the door.

"Where the hell you think you're going boy? Get back here."  I opened the
door and then turned.

"Fuck you Dad." And ran out the door.

I was already out the gate and heading down the street when I heard him
yell for me to get my ass back in the house. I just ignored him and
continued to run.

Well I ran all the way to Jesse's house. I guess I was crying too when I
rang the bell. Jesse opened the door.

"Oh shit. Not again?" He cried.

As soon as I saw him I flung my arms around him and really started to
cry. He just led me inside and right up to his bedroom. We sat on the bed
until I stopped crying.

"So what happened Eddy?"

I told him what my Dad had said and about not even asking if I was okay.

"What a prick." Was all he said.

"Well you can stay here tonight and we will straighten things out
tomorrow."

"I don't care if I never go home." I said.

"Well we will see. Come on lets get you out of that blood stained
shirt. Maybe we can get it clean too."

Well there was a lot of blood on my jeans too so I took them off too. Jesse
put both in the washer. When Jesse came back he took off his t-shirt and
jeans.

"There now, you won't feel so out of place with nothing but your undies
on."

Well it wasn't the first time I had seen Jesse in nothing but his
underwear, but never this close. Like he was two feet away and I could see
the outline of his dick in his undies. I felt all weak and my stomach was
doing flip flops seeing his dick. I guess I started to get hard.

"Well I see something is still working." Jesse said and giggled.

Realizing what he said I looked down and then turned bright red and put my
hands over my dick.

Jesse looked at me funny.

"Come on we'll get something to eat while the washers working."

After eating we went back up to his bedroom and just sat on the bed
talking. Now more relaxed, I didn't get hard.

"I'll make sure from now on no one ever lays a hand on you Eddy. They do
and I beat the crap out of them. You are the only friend I got and I'm
going to protect you."

"You're my only friend too Jesse." Then I leaned over and hugged him.

I felt his arm on my back. I also started to get hard, but didn't care.

When I thought about having my arms around Jesse and also getting hard with
just him holding me I figured I really was a fag. I think I loved Jesse. I
looked down at Jesses chest and stomach. Then I saw the outline of his cock
in his undies and it was hard too. I looked up at him and then kissed him
on the cheek.

He just smiled and stood up. He dropped his underwear and his dick slapped
his stomach. I was mesmerized by it. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He
told me to stand up and then removed my undies.

"Nice." He said and then gripped my dick.

I almost fainted, it felt so good. He let go and pushed me to the bed. I
sat down. I don't think my eyes left his dick the whole time. He stepped up
close and used one hand to push his dick down.

"Do you want this Eddy?" He said.

Well his words told me exactly what I was and probably had been for as long
as I had known Jesse. I didn't answer him, just leaned forward and let his
dick slide into my mouth.

"Oh god Eddy. I just knew you were a fag like me. Oh man that feels so
good."

He put a hand on my head and sort of rocked. I wasn't taking very much,
maybe like three inches of his almost eight, but it felt so right, I just
couldn't stop. His body started to shake and he tried to pull his dick from
my mouth. I grabbed his butt and held his cock in my mouth as I just
continued to lick and suck on it. All at once he rammed forward and I
gagged once, then my mouth was filled with a warm and salty liquid. I just
swallowed and continued to suck him. He finally stepped back and his dick
came out of my mouth.

"Jesus Eddy, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"I guess I did Jesse and I want to do it again."

"Well after me you first." He giggled and dropped between my legs.

I watched as my whole dick disappeared into his mouth. Well it took about
three seconds before my mind exploded in the best feelings I had ever
had. He finally sat back.

"You taste real good Eddy."

When I reached for his dick again he stopped me.

"Hang on Eddy. You can have all you want. Let's get more comfortable."

He climbed onto the bed and lay with his legs spread.

"Okay kneel between my legs. I'm going to teach you how to really suck
dick."

Well he did teach me. I think I sucked him off four times that night. I
sucked him first thing in the morning and after breakfast. I really was
addicted to his cock and would drop and suck him anytime. He told me to
stay nude while he dressed. He said he was going to talk to my dad.

Well I don't know what he said to my Dad, but everything was normal when I
went home. He even told me it was fine to hang with Jesse. That was really
different; he'd always thought Jesse was a bad influence on me.

The weird part about our relationship was that Jesse only sucked me off
about once a week, but I sucked him at least twice a day and some times as
many as six times. I never complained it was really a one way affair.

There was another thing about Jesse. In all the time I had known him, I
never ever met his parents. They were never home when I was with Jesse. I
never asked why."

In reality I became Jesse's sex slave. I ended up doing anything he asked
as long as I got to suck his cock. Very early in the summer after Grade
nine, Jesse took my cherry. It was something I had asked him to do many
times and all he had said was soon. Well for the first few times he fucked
me I wished I had never asked him in the first place. Pretty soon I wanted
his cock in my ass as much as I wanted it in my mouth. I got both almost
daily. He also started to piss in my mouth and even made me lick his ass
clean once after he shit. The weird part was I never refused. I would have
done anything to feel his cock in either my mouth or my ass.

In Grade ten things changed. Jesse almost never showed up for school in the
afternoon. He also only fucked me about once or twice a week. It didn't
matter too much to me because I found out about a few guys in high
school. Sometimes I would have a cock in my mouth, while another cock
plowed my ass. I always had more cock in high school than I could handle.

Jesse disappeared about half way through Grade eleven and I never saw him
again until just three months ago. I graduated high school, but not with
honors like my parents thought. I was too interested in getting screwed or
sucking in Grade eleven and twelve. I still finished with good marks.

I left home after high school and headed south to the US. I joined the US
Army and spent the next 20 years as a soldier. When I retired I came back
to my home town in Canada.

Now retired, I live a pretty good life. I have enough money to enjoy my
retirement and even have an occasional guy over. I haven't been fucked in
almost ten years, but still love to suck. I also as many of you know write
erotic stories and publish them on Nifty.

When Jesse contacted me, I honestly could not remember who he was. I had
not seen him or heard from him in almost 50 years. After he told me some of
the things we did together in junior high and high school, it brought back
both good and bad memories I had buried along time ago.

I had figured one of the things that might have driven us apart was that I
was no longer the 125 lb weakling. By the time I got to grade ten, I was
almost 6 foot 6 inches and weighed near 200 lbs. He had grown too at least
in cock size, measured in grade ten he had a solid thick 10 inches hanging
above a pair of huge balls. I had only near seven inches.

I agreed to meet him to talk. We went to a bar near his home. Not the home
he grew up in, but a small studio apartment he had.

We talked all night and had a few laughs. Then he dropped his first bomb
shell. He told me he had read everything I had ever written and published
on Nifty and figured I was a very good writer. Would I right his story?

I really wasn't sure I wanted to. Then he dropped his second bomb shell.

"Eddy, I'm dying. I have inoperable colon cancer. If I had been diagnosed a
year ago, I might have made it. I have less than three months left to
live."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I had no words.

He told me he would even leave me all his money if I agreed. I told him to
leave to a worthy charity; I didn't want or need his money. I did agree to
write his story. His only other request was not to publish anything until
after he died.

Jesse died 5 days ago in his sleep. I guess he's finally at peace.


I'm going to tell this as Jesse told me. It's really his voice.

"Eddy, I never really told you about my life before I met you. I lived with
my Mom and Dad in a house near Borden Park. My Dad used to whip my ass
almost daily for anything he thought I might have done wrong. My Mom never
stopped him, just stood and watched as I cried my eyes out as my Dad
whipped. Well I got to like it when he whipped me. One day when he said
'Get them pants off boy', I said sure Dad, can't wait to feel that belt on
my butt."

"Well that was the day he stopped whipping me and I actually missed
it. Well they pretty much ignored me after that, so I never spent much time
at home. When I was about thirteen I started to hang out in Borden Park. I
always saw guys walking in the park but avoided them. One night I was
sitting at a picnic bench in one of the darker parts of the park when this
older guy walked up."

"I'll give you five bucks to suck your dick boy." He said.

"Well five bucks was more money than I had ever seen before so I said
sure. Damn it felt good. From then on I got sucked by lots of guys and I
always had lots of money. One night a guy asked if he could fuck me. Well I
knew what he wanted but said if he gave me twenty bucks he could.  He said
sure. Well I should have asked for more. I never felt so much pain in my
life. Thing was pretty soon it felt good so then I started to get fucked by
lots of guys and made even more money. My school work went to shit, but I
didn't care. Then one day my Dad said we were moving. I don't know if he
found out about me or not, but we moved into the house where I met you
Eddy."

"Well when people started to shun me coz they thought I was a dummy, I
noticed they really hated you too. I think that is why we became such good
friends. I knew you weren't a fag like me, as least I didn't think you
were. That night you came over coz those twins beat you up brought back all
the memories about what my Dad did and said to me. Then when you told me
about what your Dad did I almost lost it right then.

"I never did lay a hand on those twin boys. I just met them on the way to
school and told them that if I ever saw them again, I would cut their nuts
off and feed them with them. They ran away from the foster Home they were
in. I never knew after that what happened to them. I told your Dad almost
the same thing except that if he ever laid a hand on you he'd end up
dead. I guess he was scared of me coz I never heard another word about it."

I had wondered why my Dad had changed so much when I went home that Sunday.

"You took off with your parents that summer after grade eight and I was
alone at home. I did go to Borden Park at night and got some blow jobs and
even fucked a few times. Once when I was home my parents were home
too. Well my Dad called me everything he could think of and even said he
wished I had never been born. I ran away real mad at them and the world. I
got even with them."

"I stayed away from home a few days trying to figure out what I was going
to do to get even. Late one night I waited until all the lights went out. I
waited another hour and snuck back in. I grabbed a butcher knife from the
kitchen and stabbed both to death in their sleep. The next day I dug a hole
in the back yard shed and put their bodies in there the next night."

"Before you say anything Eddy, when I came home a bout 6 months ago and
after the Doctors told me I was going to die soon, I went and told the
police everything. Well after fifty some odd years, they really didn't know
what to do. We discussed it with a prosecutor and a judge. They figured
rather than let me die in jail they gave me a complete discharge. They
pretty much knew my fate."

"I don't regret what I did Eddy. What I really regret is what I made you
into. I wish I had never let you suck me off that first time. Your life
would have been much better I'm sure."

"You don't need to regret that Jesse. All you did was confirming what I
already knew."

"Well thank you Eddy for saying it, but I'm not sure I believe you."  "I'm
still gay Jesse and I'm still happy about it. I still suck a few cocks once
in a while."

"Well never again for me. That life is all over for me now. Let me finish
Eddy."

"About two months after we started grade ten, I met a guy who said he could
set me up to make some real good money sucking and getting screwed. Well I
agreed and he became my pimp. I did make a shit load of money. Thing was a
lot these guys wanted to do stuff on their lunch break so I quit going to
school in the afternoon. I also neglected you a lot. For that Eddy, I'm
sorry."

I didn't say anything.

"Well everything was going great, I was putting lots of money in my bank
and I had lots of guys that loved my butt and mouth. Then one day John
tells me the cops are starting to take an interest in me, so he's sending
me to Calgary. He took me home and I packed. He had asked if I had a
passport, which I did but had never used. He told me to bring it too."

"Well Calgary was different. Instead of going to guys to get screwed or
suck, I was put in a room at the back of one of them triple X peep show
places. Guys would come in and pay me and then had an hour to do anything
they wanted. Sometimes it was just sucking or fucking, but I also got
whipped a lot and had to drink piss and one guy even shit in my mouth. Some
days I did 12 or 14 guys all in a row."

After 10 or 12 hours in the room I was taken up stairs and allowed to
shower. They showed me how to clean myself out. I got to keep 10 percent of
what the room made. Sometimes that was near 100 dollars a day. I was
allowed out of the rooms upstairs once a week. It gave me time to shop a
little or see a movie and put my money in the bank."

About two months after I had been working in Calgary my pimp came in and
had me sign some papers. One was to renew my passport. Another gave him
guardianship over me incase the cops picked me up. I didn't know what the
other paper was until later."

"About two weeks later he came and took me shopping. He bought me all kinds
of new clothes and even a suit case. Then he took me to his office."

"Jesse, that paper you signed gave me total control over your life. There
is a little known law still on the books in Canada, the USA and in most
commonwealth countries that allows one man to own another. In other words I
now own you. Now, are you bothered by the fact that you are now in reality
my slave to do with as I wish?"

"Well I guess I have been almost a slave up until now. I mean I already do
everything you tell me. So does that mean I have to call you Master now?"

"No Jesse. You can call me John."

"So what happens now? You didn't buy me all these clothes for nothing?"

"No." He laughed.

"I'm sending you to school in California. There you will be trained to be a
perfect slave boy. He will teach everything you need to know to be perfect
for some of our clients here and abroad."

"Okay. When do I leave?"

"Jesse, you are different than most boys I have enslaved."

"Why? Because I like what I am doing. John you said the school would teach
me to be better than I am now. Well I want to be the best, then you can
make more money and I will too."

"Okay Jesse. I want you to go your bank and get the balance and control
numbers for your account. I will transfer it to another account that will
make more money for you. There are certain rules governing the owning and
selling of 24/7 slaves. If after you finish school I decide to sell you to
another man, I will deposit 10 percent of that sale into your account. It
will happen every time you are bought or sold, you always get 10
percent. Some time in the future you will become too old for most
clients. Then you will be released and that money in your account will
allow you to start a new life."

I did as he said and three days after that we flew to California to begin
my new life.

"When we arrived in San Francisco, I couldn't believe how hot it was. I was
sweating almost immediately. When we walked out of the terminal a limo was
waiting with tinted windows. Once we were inside I could see out. That
didn't last long; John pulled a hood over my head. He warned me not to
remove it."

"I was glad the car was air conditioned, coz John didn't talk the whole
trip. I guess I fell asleep. I came abruptly awake when John pulled off my
hood."

"We're here Jesse. Remember always call this man Master, otherwise you will
be in a world of hurt."

"When I stepped out of the car I had to squint because the sun was so
bright. The house we were standing in front of was a huge ranch style,
single story affair. The grounds around the house looked like a park with
lots of trees and grass. Up close to the main door was a very tanned nude
boy working in a garden. The only thing I could tell about him other than
being totally nude was he had a collar around his neck."

"That's one of the things you learn too Jesse. As a household slave you
will learn gardening, cooking and cleaning."  "Yes Sir." I said.

"Before we could move, two boys walked out of the front door. They grabbed
our bags and headed inside. We stopped just inside the door."

"Undress Jessie. Everything off, even socks." John said.

One of the boys waited while I undressed. He carefully folded my clothes
and put them into my suitcase. When I was finished John led me into another
room. This room had several different chairs and a big desk. A very large
older man walked from behind the desk. He shook John's hand and then they
just walked over to his desk. John signed some papers and then gave the man
an envelope of cash. Then they both just looked at me.

"Spread your legs about 18 inches apart and put your hands on your head
boy."

I did as the man said. Then they both walked around me. The man looked at
me like I was just a side of beef, almost uninterested. When he gripped my
cock I got hard instantly.

"Nice, but you will learn to control that instinct too." The man said.

"Put your arms down boy."

A few minutes later a man in a white lab coat came in and gave me a
complete physical examination, including blood pressure and he took a blood
sample too. The he pulled out a collar and put it around my neck.

"He appears to be in very good shape Sir. I see no reason why he can't be
fitted out."

"Good, send the technician in on your way out."

The technician was to begin with very gentle. He led me to one of the weird
chairs. It looked like something from a dentists office. He strapped me
into the chair. Straps across my chest and waist. My arms and legs were
strapped down too. Lastly he put a rubber bar between my teeth and strapped
it behind my head. I didn't know how moveable the chair was until another
boy came in and shaved me. Every where, even up the crack of my ass. They
also cut my hair real short.

"Now we are going to add some jewelry. Some of the Masters that own you
might like to decorate your body; this will allow them to do just that. We
are also going to tattoo you so that you will always be marked as a 24/7
slave. Well the rings in my ears and tits hardly hurt. When they burned a
hole in the end of my cock I screamed my head off. I never even felt the
two they put through my balls or even the tattoo they put on my chest above
my left tit." Jessie opened his shirt and showed me the very stylized S
that was tattooed to his chest. I also saw a big ring through his tit.

"The rings were very small to begin with."

After they done everything, I was taken to a room, with a single bed,
shower and shitter. I spent the next week inside that room. Twice a day I
was helped to shower and clean all the places the rings had been put. I
never saw John again in my life."

They did feed me well, but for the first few days I was in so much pain, I
thought I would die.

"After about a week I was taken back to a room where my new Master was. He
came around the desk as I stood with my legs spread and hands on my
head. He checked me over. When he grabbed my cock I got hard."

He laughed and then told a boy I had not even noticed to suck my cock. Well
as soon as his lips went on my cock I almost exploded right
then. Instinctively I put my hands on his head and rammed my dick into his
mouth, like I did you a few times Eddy. That was all it took and I think I
blew the biggest load I ever have. Like I had a hair trigger, I had never
came so fast before in my life. There was so much of my spunk, some shot
from the boys nose and out around his lips.

When I stopped, the man told the boy to lick up what he missed.

The boy stood waiting when he was done.

"Is this your first Mali?"

"Yes Master."

"Fine. Lean over the desk." He then used a riding crop on the boys ass. He
gave him twenty very hard smacks. Watching that boy get whipped got me
hard, coz I remembered what my Dad used to do.

Mali was screaming by the time he finished, but just quickly left the room.

"Sit down over here boy and I will tell you what will happen over the next
weeks or months. How long you are here is totally dependant on you and how
well you adapt to your new status."

"I won't go into everything I learned over the next 6 weeks. He used pain
as an incentive to make boys become better slaves. Problem with that was I
liked to get whipped and always got hard. I did become a passable cook and
Gardner, but became even better at pleasing my Masters cock and ass and
having my ass used by everything you can think of. Even eating someone's
waste I got used to, I didn't ever like it, but never refused."

"About six weeks later I was called to his office. Another man was with
him. I took what I knew was the inspection position. The man treated me
like nothing more than an object. He then had me dress and then led to
another Limo. I wasn't given a blindfold and watched as the countryside
sped by. We stopped at a small airport and loaded aboard a small jet. That
was the last time I saw the US or Canada until I came back 6 months ago."

The plane wasn't even off the ground before I was sucking his cock. Eddy,
he had a smaller cock than even you the first time I sucked you. I almost
laughed. I'm glad I didn't, I heard later he had a boy thrown out of his
aircraft at 9,000 feet when he laughed about how small the Master was.

"It soon became clear to me he was jealous of my cock. He took out that
jealousy by whipping me almost daily. He also tortured my cock and balls a
lot. The problem was I liked pain, so matter what he did I always got
hard. I was only with him a year before he sold me.

"I think the second man that owned me as almost the best I ever had. He
loved my big cock and I fucked him often. He also used me a lot and even
all his guests used me. I never refused anything anyone wanted to do. His
major problem was his gambling and to pay one of his debts he sold me
again.

"This time to an Arab. Well I was just a show piece for him. I wasn't
allowed to do anything but stand close to him as he conducted business. The
only satisfaction I got was when I was alone and could jack off, but even
then I had to be careful I didn't get caught. I had watched him once whip a
boy to death when he got caught sucking another boy."

"Eddy, the problem I had was I would anything to please my Master. I loved
to be a slave, even just an indentured slave. Being indentured meant that
any Master could do anything to me, but could not do anything that would
cause me to die. They also had to give me 10 percent if they sold me. But I
had a problem, with each sale I was getting older and the older I got the
worse the Master got."

"By the time I reached fifty, no one wanted me anymore. I tried to retire
as a slave, but I missed doing things for a Master. I wanted to be owned. I
wanted to tortured or fucked and anything else."

I finally started to advertise my self on several websites. It took almost
two years, but finally someone said they wanted me. I didn't know at the
time that it was actually a group of men that were hiring me to be their
sex slave. I had to fly to Central Africa.

"I flew into Nairobi in Kenya I think. A young man was there waiting for
me. He told me to get comfortable because we had a long drive. He was about
20 I figured with a very firm body from what I could see. I had never had a
Black guy before so didn't know what he was like. The trip was about twenty
hours and as we approached a town, he told me to lean down so I couldn't be
seen. Well I was in his lap practically and his smell turned me on. It was
different than what I had smelled before. He pulled into a small
garage. After the door was closed he took me inside. About ten guys all
stood and looked at me. I think they ranged in age from about 18 to near
30.

"Undress." One said.

As soon as I was undressed, I was pulled to a bed and forced between a guys
legs. Suck he said. Well that was the first of an endless stream of guys I
sucked. Most were a lot bigger than I had ever had. I screamed my head off
the first one that rammed his huge dick in my ass. They didn't care. I
became their total plaything. Sure I was fed and allowed to shower once in
a while, but it was a day and night thing. I got very little sleep and for
almost a month it was all my waking hours with a cock either in my mouth or
in my ass or both at the same time.

On occasion, I was also sucked, but never allowed to fuck any of them.

I was never allowed out of the house for anything. I found out that the
country I was in if they found out I was gay, I could be executed. Along
with all of them.

Things slowed down a bit after the first month, but I always had at least
10 guys a day doing me. A few times I would be forced into the small
bathroom and the guy would crap in my mouth before he pissed. The first few
time I got very sick, but soon it too never bothered me much.

They never seemed to tire of me, but one day one of the younger boys came
in.

"You said you would do anything to please us?"

"Yes Master. My body is yours to with as you please."

"Good, now when was the last time you jacked off or were sucked?"

To be honest I couldn't remember and told him.

"We wish you to become our permanent Slave."

"What does that mean Master?"

"It is simple, you will become our slave permanently. We will use you for
anything we want for as long as we want. When we think you are no longer
any use to us we will release you and allow you to leave. We also want to
mark you as our permanent slave."

"Okay Master." He smiled.

"Good, tomorrow we will take a short trip to have you marked as a permanent
slave."

I kind of thought I would be tattooed in some way. All these guys had some
ritual scars on their bodies so I figured I would be marked in some way. I
then sucked him off and he fucked me.

The next morning, I was taken out and put in a small van. There were no
windows. I was still nude, but had been allowed to shower first. The trip
took about three hours over some of the worst roads I thought existed. We
finally late in the day arrived at a village of grass and wood huts.

I was taken from the van and into a huge hut. The only thing I saw was a
low table. I was tied down to the table. My legs and arms were tied very
tight and another rope was across my stomach. One guy walked up to me.

"Open your mouth." When I did he put a piece of wood between my teeth and
tied in on with a strap around my head.

I felt a strap being tied around the head of my cock. That got me hard and
I heard some laughter. They pulled my cock up over my stomach and tied it.

"Soon you will be our ***********. He used a word I had never heard before.

The hut was pretty dark except over me, but I could hear lots of different
voices. I figured the whole village was going to watch me get tattooed. An
old man walked up and leaned over the table.

"You do this willingly? You accept after this to be our permanent
***********."

"Yes Master."

"Good, you may begin."

"Well I had felt pain before in my balls but nothing prepared me for this
pain. I had had my balls crushed in a vise, I had been kicked in the balls
more times than I could remember, even had red hot needles shoved into my
balls, but this time I was sure some one was slicing them with a knife.

"I screamed my head off. What kind of tattoo were they putting on my balls
that hurt so much? It just went on an on. I think I passed out.

When I woke up the bar had been removed from my mouth. The same old man
walked up to me.

"Now you are one of our *********** forever." He held something in front of
my face.

It took a while for my eyes to focus, then I saw the two silver rings that
had been through my balls in front of my face with balls still attached. I
screamed a long drawn out NO!

He just laughed and held them up to the people in the hut. They all cheered
and laughed. I knew then I had been castrated.

For over two weeks I wallowed in misery. The pain never abated. Several
times someone came in and gave me injections. For what I had no idea.

"Finally one of men I knew came into the hut.

"Why did you do this? I thought I would get a tattoo."

"Simple really. You are no longer a whole man and more like a women. You
can't have babies so all the men can use you to get relief. We just made
you more compliant. You will not even miss those balls you lost. You can
still suck and get fucked and you will. You will now service the whole
village. Men, women matters not, you can satisfy all their needs here as
our Fuck Animal. Besides you look better without them. Once you are used
being without your balls, we will remove most of your cock too. You will
never need it again but to piss so it is useless."

"I just started to cry when he said that. I'm fifty five and crying like a
baby."

"Now suck my cock animal."

I was tempted right then to bite his cock off, but I guess he knew what I
was thinking.

If I feel your teeth even once, I will remove you cock today."

"Eddy, I came to not care anymore. I did anything anyone asked. I was kept
in a hut all to myself. I had a collar around my neck that was attached to
chain. The chain was clamped on a post in the middle of the hut. I had a
pot to shit and piss in and I was fed regularly. Another one of their
Animal Slaves cleaned my pot and washed me once a week. I no longer cared
what happened to me."

My cock really did become nothing more than something to relieve my
bladder. Almost a year after they cut my balls off the man who had first
talked to me said it was time to lose my cock. I no longer cared.

This time I was dressed and then blindfolded. The trip was just as long as
I remembered it when they cut my nuts off. I was taken into a very clean
room and strapped nude on a table.

I heard the Doctor and my Master talking.

"So only his cock? How much do you want to leave him with?"

"Enough to piss okay."

"Well for a price I can do something else."  "Really, what?" They moved
away out of my hearing.

A few minutes later my Master came to me.

"Jessie, I need ten thousand dollars."

"You can have it all Master. I just need a bank."

"No Jessie, just the ten. You will need it when you retire."

"Master, I will stay with you forever. I don't want to be anywhere else."

"Well we will talk about that. Now I want to make you better for all the
young men."

"Okay Master."

Well they dressed me up and even gave me my passport with an up to date
Visa. I had my bank card and identification when I entered the bank. They
never batted an eye when I pulled 10,000 dollars US from my account. They
couldn't give me it all in Dollars so I got Francs. My Master was happy.

I know one thing Eddy; I became addicted to black cocks. I would do
anything to suck them or get screwed by them. My Master took me to a nice
hotel and we spent three days there. I guess I sucked or got screwed by
almost thirty real nice black cocks.

I was laying on the bed waiting for his next friend to come and fuck me
when my Master walked in.

"Time to go Jessie. Get dressed.

We went back to the clinic. I knew what was coming and just undressed. I
laid on the table. I felt a prick in my arm and then nothing.  When I woke
up, I could feel a fresh warm breeze on my face. Once my eyes got used to
the bright light, I saw what looked like a lake through the big open
windows.

There was a white sheet covering the lower part of my body. I didn't feel
any different. I found my hands were restrained by straps. The only thing I
really noticed was an itching down low in my crotch area. I figured the
healing where my cock used to be was doing it.

I was half sitting. There were also several needles in my arms and a heart
monitor hooked up to me.

A few minutes after I woke up the same man in a white lab coat walked in.

"Hi. How are you feeling?"

"Fine Master."

"I'm not your Master. He'll be in shortly to see you. Now let's see."

He lifted the sheet and put some kind wire cage so it was tented. I still
couldn't see what had been done.

"Looks real good. I'm going to remove the stitches. Now it will be a few
weeks before you have much feeling. By that time the hair will have grown
back and it won't even be noticeable. But you should be able to handle any
sized cock."

"Eddy, now I was really confused. I thought the operation was to remove my
cock, but it sounded like they had done something to my ass instead. I
honestly had no idea what was going on."

The doctor left me alone and I just laid there not thinking about
anything. A few minutes later my Master walked in with another young
man. He walked up to my bed.

"How are you feeling Jessie?"

"Fine Master, but don't understand."

"Well first off, you are no longer in Ghana. We are in South Africa, Cape
Town to be exact. Because the operation was so involved the Doctor had you
moved here to this clinic. The Doctor suggested and I agreed to leave your
cock intact. It will help hide some of the other things he did. You might
wonder why your hands are tied. That's so you don't try to hurt yourself
when I tell you what has been done."

I just looked at him.

He pulled the sheet off my lower body. Well my cock was still there and
didn't look any different.

"Now watch Jessie, I have a surprise for you."

I felt his fingers probing under my cock. All of a sudden my mind exploded
in sheer wonderment. I had not had feelings like this since before I was
castrated. I watched in wonder as my cock slowly hardened.

"Wow Dad. He has a big dick." The young man said.

"He sure does Son."

"Does he cumm too?"

"Well he will ejaculate some liquid, but no sperm. You need balls to
produce sperm."

"That's so cool Dad. I thought when they cut balls off it made them totally
useless."

"Well when the Doctor did the operation he repaired some damage done when
he was castrated. Now his prostrate is reconnected. So you get some liquid
from that. That's why he gets hard too."

So I thought, they had just worked on my ass when I was out.

"You think it is your ass where I am massaging your prostrate Jessie?
Actually the Doctor gave you an artificial vagina. You are now part women
and part man."

When he said that, my mind went blank. I had absolutely nothing to
say. Totally in shock, the Doctor told me later.

I think my mouth must have dropped open when Jessie told me what had been
done.

"You don't believe me Eddy."

He stood up and dropped the sweat pants he had on. He sat down and lifted
one leg. I watched as he slide two fingers into himself just below the base
of his cock. His cock twitched and started to get hard. I just closed my
eyes and shuddered. This was totally insane. Why would anyone want this to
happen to them?"

When I opened my eyes Jessie had his sweat pants back up and he got up and
refreshed our drinks. Then he just sat.

"Jessie, if you had not shown me, I would have this whole tale was nothing
more than a fantasy. I'm sorry I doubted anything."

"Eddy, it is hard to get used too. Now it's all the enjoyment I get. It's
too painful to take a dick in my ass so this is all I have left."  "Is that
it Jessie."

"No there's more yet."

When I woke up the next time, all the restraints were gone. They had also
removed all the needles and heart monitor. I still had the sheet over my
lower body. I peeled it back and looked at my self. My cock was still there
and hung flat between my legs. You could tell easy that I didn't have
balls. I didn't feel any different. Then I remembered what my Master had
said and I slid my fingers down under my cock. I wasn't surprised when my
fingers went inside me. I also felt my cock stirring.

I pulled my fingers out and just laid still. I guess what my Master had
said was true. I was half man and half woman. I wondered why he had done
it.

My Master walked in with the young man. I knew he was my Masters son.

"Why did you do this Master?"

"Jessie, you have been the best sex slave I have ever seen. I guess I
really like you a lot. If I had done what the elders of the village had
ordered you would probably be dead by now. You see they not only ordered
that your cock be removed, but also both legs at your hips. The said the
village had tired of you and you were too old to please anyone
anymore. They were going to sell you to a man in Algeria. That man only
wanted you if your legs were amputated. He is a very brutal man and would
have probably tortured you to death for the enjoyment of his friends. I
just couldn't let that happen to you."

"The Doctor suggested a sex change operation. He wanted to remove your cock
and place the artificial vagina where your cock is. That is how it is
usually done. I told him to leave you at least partly a man so it wouldn't
be so hard on your mind. This Clinic you are in specializes in Sex Change
Operations."

"Because I wanted to leave your cock intact, it is placed lower than
normal. It was necessary to remove part of your bowel to accommodate the
Vagina. You can still get a cock in your ass and even as large as you have
before. Difference now is you can get a cock in three different places as
most woman."

That is also why you have some feelings in your new Vagina. The prostrate
is very close to both holes."

"Okay Master." I just didn't care anymore Eddy.

Then Jessie laughed.

"Boy were the Doctors here some shocked when they did their examination."

I could well imagine that, but didn't think it was funny.

Well that young man with my Master was the only one to use me for the next
month. He was the first to fuck my new cunt and also fucked my ass. I
sucked him off when ever he wanted. His only comment was my ass felt better
coz my cunt was pretty loose. I was told that would change in time as the
muscles in my ass started to help those in my cunt. I did get hard when
ever I was screwed in either hole, but he never sucked me off. I did jack
off once and sort of felt the same, but all that came out was a watery
liquid."

I spent the next 7 years in my Masters house in Cape Town. The boy grew up
and married, but still used me on occasion. I was also used by my Masters
guests. I guess I was sort of in love with my Master. He gave me anything
that I wanted except my freedom.

About nine months ago, it started to really hurt when some one screwed my
ass. There was also quite a bit of blood in my shit. Master took me back to
the clinic. They thought I might have colon cancer, but were not sure.

"It took my Master almost three months to get me a South African Passport
and Visa. I flew home to here. You know the rest Eddy."

The doctors here said if I had had treatment sooner, there might be
something they could have done.

I just sat and thought about all Jessie had been through. I really couldn't
understand why anyone in their right mind would agree to become a slave
forever. To me it boggled my mind.

It took a long time for me to compile this narrative and I'm sure there
will be some that don't believe it. It was very hard for me to believe. I
spent almost all my days with Jesse, even after he was admitted to
hospital. He refused life support and only had a morphine drip for the
pain.

Jessie had stipulated that he be cremated. He was buried next to his
parents. Their bodies had been found when the house was torn down and the
excavation for an apartment block was being dug. The wallet found in the
shallow grave identified them and Government buried them.

Jessie hoped that his story might scare a few people away from a life as a
24/7 slave. I'm not sure that will happen. After investigation I found
several web sites in the US and Overseas that actually trade in 24/7
slaves.

"I'll let you the readers decide what you think of this. I don't
particularly want or need feedback.

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