THE MANOR

By Erik

[BI] [TESTICLES] [MINOR]

Note:

I did not write the first parts to this story, I just did some
editing, so it would fit into my ending of this grand old
unfinished story.

Part 1

It was not without a certain misgiving that M brought her 14 year
old nephew Eric to Miss Reage's estate that late, cloudy
afternoon. He knew the consequences of going to The Manor after
their discussion that very morning, but M remained apprehensive.
Would Eric have second thoughts under Miss Reage's appraising
glances, or would he become terrified the moment of his full
comprehension? Leaving the cab at the gate they walked through a
low, ivy covered archway to the heavy oak door. M smiled inwardly
at her choice of this handsome young boy with his perfect
features and strong build. She rang the bell. A maid ushered them
to a small, carpeted room off the hall and left them alone,
closing the door. The room was empty except for a chest of
drawers, table, and two padded ottomans. A full length mirror
covered one wall. She placed her coat and handbag on the table.
She must prepare him for Miss Reage. "Eric, we must remove all of
your clothing. Give them to me." She used a key to open a small,
wood-paneled locker while he sat on an ottoman and took off his
shoes and socks. Afterward he stood and unbuttoned the rest of
his garments, surrendering them to her until at last he wore only
undershorts. "Those, too," M said, holding out her hand. A flush
of embarrassment swept over him. He hesitated. "Come on," she
urged. He put his thumbs inside the elastic and slid the garment
past his knees, to the floor, and stepped out of them. He was now
totally naked in front of her. She smiled and let her eyes wander
over him, then put his shorts in the locker and turned the key.
He stood next to the ottoman and she was pleased with the image
of his buttocks in the mirror. Miss Reage would approve. She
opened a drawer and found the handcuffs. "Eric, I must follow
Miss Reage's rules. I know it is difficult, but I'll be with you,
at least at first. Please turn around and give me your left
hand." He hesitated, then faced the mirror. She quickly
handcuffed his hands comfortably behind him, double locking the
ratchets. She turned him around, explaining in a firmer voice,
"Now Miss Reage will want you to spread your legs. You must
remember to do it this way," she said, tapping his inner thigh.
She urged his feet outward on the warm carpet until his legs
spread unnaturally, stretching his thigh muscles taught. His
genitals hung free and glaringly exposed. She moved her hand over
his buttocks, feeling and squeezing. His erection grew rapidly,
to her satisfaction. "And remember not to speak unless asked."
She returned to the drawer and withdrew a white hand-towel and a
small tube of clear jelly. She opened the towel and lay it on the
table, put some jelly on her fingers and carefully spread it over
the head of his penis, causing it to surge rigidly upward. She
closed the tube and lay it on the towel. There was a click of the
door latch and it opened for an attractive woman dressed in a
black evening gown with heels and long gloves. She carried a
small leather case. She stepped in and closed the door. Eric saw
her glance fall to his genitals as she put the case down and
walked slowly around him, her eyes moving over his body from head
to toe. "Was the driver on time?" she asked M. "Yes, thank you."
She continued her appraisal for what seemed like several, long
minutes. Finally, "Have you whipped him?" "No, he's new and
untrained, a beginner, Miss Reage." "You have my admiration for
choosing such a specimen. Of course I will have to examine him."
"Of course." "Shall we begin?" "Yes, please." "Good." She sat
down on the other ottoman. "Bring him closer." M took his elbow
and walked him in front of Miss Reage, his erect penis at her eye
level, and again tapped the inside of his thighs, spreading his
legs wide. He nervously pulled against the handcuffs, breathing
faster. "When you are finished here," Miss Reage addressed Eric,
"you will have become a trained, sexual slave in every respect.
You will be a prize for your owner, rather than another clumsy
male." She looked at M, "Has he been sized?" "No, but is it
necessary, so soon?" "Oh yes, we do it right away. But, in a
moment." She removed her gloves and ran her hand up Eric's leg,
beside the scrotum, feeling the tumescent perineum. Her fingers
played with his testicles, one by one, moving them up and down,
feeling their shapes. Eric emitted a small moan. With both hands
she spread the scrotum, testicles apart, and examined it. She
lifted his balls and looked behind them, feeling the shaft at the
base of the penis. Finally, with two fingers, she squeezed the
very tip of the glans, forcing out a clear drop. "He is a
remarkable choice. I think the others will agree, don't you?" "Oh
yes. I want to show him tonight." "But first we must finish.
Bring me the case, please, and if you have any questions, ask
them." M set the case in front of Miss Reage and asked, "How long
must he be handcuffed?" "Only until he is done. I believe this
will do." She chose a phallus from the case. It was smooth and
black, with a ring attached to the base. "Bend him over the other
ottoman and bring me the jelly," she said as Eric's eyes widened.
Eric was positioned with his legs spread, but his head down on
the ottoman and his buttocks raised sharply. He was conscious of
his balls hanging down in full view of M and Miss Reage. He could
not see, but only feel what they were doing. Miss Reage squeezed
some jelly onto the tip of the phallus. "Now M, stand beside him,
turn his feet inward as much as possible, and with both hands,
spread his cheeks." M complied. Eric felt her hands on his
buttocks, pulling them apart and exposing his anus. "But why turn
his toes inward, Miss Reage?" "It prevents him from pressing his
buttocks together and resisting the phallus, M. Now watch
carefully." The jellied tip of the phallus felt slippery to Eric
as it touched the mouth of his anus. "When you do this, M, tease
the sphincter with the instrument as I am doing. It teaches his
anus to grasp the tip and makes penetration easier. You might
also pull slightly on his scrotum, like this." She took his
scrotum, above the testicles, and pulled gently down in a milking
motion. Eric moaned loudly. "This milking action relaxes the
males, M. Helps them learn to take the phallus. Now feel his
cock. Is it very hard?" M reached underneath his stomach and felt
his penis. It was bone-hard. Another loud moan escaped from Eric.
She spread his cheeks again. "If you looked at the end of his
cock, M, it would be red and flared," Miss Reage continued, still
teasing his anus with the phallus. "Relax and breath through your
mouth, Eric. "Now M, when you push it in, do it slowly, backing
out slightly, then in again, moving the shaft downward, this
way," she demonstrated, as the tip disappeared and the shaft
followed. Eric gasped. She pushed it in to the ring. "See how the
sphincter widens easily around the shaft? He is taking it well,
M. And this is the right phallus. We won't have to find another
size." Only the base of the phallus, and the attached ring, was
visible. Eric was panting in short breaths, his hips moving
slightly, causing the ring to bob up and down a few inches. "Yes,
I see, Miss Reage. May I try it once?" "Of course, dear. Remove
it slowly, take your time, and you may do it again." M took hold
of the ring and carefully withdrew the phallus, pausing slightly
as the head passed through the anal opening and Eric's cheeks
quivered violently. "Before you put in back in, straighten him up
and check his penis, M. But be careful not to touch it. He may
orgasm instantly, if you do." M took his elbow and guided him to
a standing position. His cock jutted straight out, pointing
slightly upward. "Oh look, Miss Reage, it IS flared and red!"
"That's why you don't dare touch it. He could orgasm immediately
in that state. Now bend him over again." Once more Eric was
forced, head down, over the ottoman and his legs spread apart,
feet turned awkwardly in. M applied more jelly to the phallus and
Miss Reage parted his cheeks. "That's right, dear. Tease the anus
with the tip. Let the anus nibble and learn to reach for it like
a trained horse takes the bit." And indeed, as the tip of the
phallus touched Eric's anus, the anal opening flexed and nibbled,
like Miss Reage said. After a moment, with her slender fingers
grasping the base, M easily slid the shaft fully in, provoking
another desperate gasp from Eric. "In time he will get used to
the phallus, M. There is an alternate method of insertion I
should show you, however." Miss Reage slowly removed the
instrument. Eric's buttocks quivered and flexed as the shaft
withdrew and he moaned again as the phallic head passed through
the anal opening. "If you position the phallus below the anus, M,
you can force him to squat on it, thereby inserting it himself."
She held the shaft upright, beneath Eric's anus, and then,
grasping the top of his scrotum between her thumb and forefinger,
she pulled firmly down, obliging him to squat onto the phallus.
Again, it slid easily up to the ring. She released her grip on
his scrotum. "I think a training harness will do for now, and a
leash. Then we can take a walk to the parlour." "Yes, I want to
show him off." "Do you think he should be gagged?" "I don't
know." Another long moan escaped from Eric. "Perhaps it would be
best since he has never been shown before." "I agree." Miss Reage
opened a drawer in the small table and removed a black leather
harness composed of a belt and two thin straps, attached with
buckles. She fastened the belt around his waist and turned it so
the buckle was under his navel. The other two straps hung down
together from the small of his back, fell between the cheeks and
slid through the ring on the phallus, spreading to each side of
the scrotum where she attached them to the belt near his hips.
"Now stand him up, M, and we will collar him." M stood Eric
upright and he jumped slightly, shaking his harness. "See him
prance? It's their way of fighting and testing the phallus, M.
They all do it, for awhile, until they learn that bucking the
phallus is useless. The phallus always wins." Miss Reage took a
small leather collar, no bigger than the circle of a thumb and
forefinger, with a small ring set in the leather opposite the
buckle, and sat herself on the ottoman. "Bring him here M, facing
me." He was placed in front of her and his legs spread. He
breathed heavily, tensing his buttocks until Miss Reage stroked
the inside of his leg, saying "Easy boy. Easy now." She
skillfully lifted his balls and slipped the collar behind and
around both his scrotum and the base of the penis, positioning
the small ring at the front, on top of the collar. As she
tightened the collar, Eric groaned, panting noisily. "Oh! Is he
all right?" asked M. "Yes dear. Don't be alarmed. New slaves
often react strongly to the harness and collar. He will settle
down. If not, there is the whip." At that, Eric moaned again and
struggled slightly against the handcuffs. "Now bring me the leash
and gag," Miss Reage instructed. M went to the drawer and found
them, a long black leash and a leather gag. "Kneel," commanded
Miss Reage, pushing down on his shoulders. He fell to his knees
and swayed slightly. "I won't tell you again, but I want those
thighs spread, even when on your knees," she reminded. "Now open
your mouth. Wider. Now suck on this. Yes, all the way back." She
placed the gag, a soft, compressible leather ball device scented
with strawberry and attached to a strap and buckle, into his
mouth. "It is a tongue suppressor and gag, both," she explained,
pulling the buckle snug behind his neck. "In time, the scent of
strawberry will arouse him." The strap covered his lips and
completely silenced all but the most intense moans. She stood him
up again so that his erection bobbed out in front of her. She
smiled to see Eric quickly spreading his legs. She uncoiled the
leash, snapped it to the ring on the small collar and handed it
to M, saying, "He should have knee hobbles." Miss Reage took two
leather cuffs, joined by a short chain, from the drawer and
buckled Eric's legs together just above the knees. "Now M, when
you lead him, he is hobbled so you can always keep a slight
tension on the leash. Break him to the leather and phallus by
walking around. Perhaps tomorrow you can exercise him outside on
the grounds." Hobbled, Eric moved in quick little steps to obey
commands from the leash as M pulled him forward across the room.
"You will need this to keep his attention," Miss Reage said,
handing M a short, black leather whip. "On occasion, smack his
buttocks if he lags or balks. Later I will show you the art of
finer whipping to raise his responsiveness. I think now he needs
a mask for his first showing, don't you?" "Oh yes, I nearly
forgot." Miss Reage produced a silver party mask and placed it on
Eric. "Now you have a mystery-slave. Really, I do believe there
will be some jealousy, M." "Yes, Miss Reage. So do I." "Now walk
him a bit more while I go out and make the announcement." M
continued to lead Eric around the room as Miss Reage closed the
door. Once he resisted the leash, standing and squirming,
surprising M. She tugged, but he remained defiant. With a quick
movement, she snapped the whip across his buttocks. A muffled
yell came from behind the leather gag and his knees bent
slightly. She watched his buttocks spasm against both the whip
and phallus. He lurched forward, but she stopped and fastened the
leash to a hook in the wall, at waist level. "Step backwards
until the leash is taut, Eric," she commanded with a new resolve.
He obeyed and the strap pulled up tight on his genitals. "Good.
Remember that I still love you, Eric, but I do want you trained
properly and I will use this whip to be certain you are mine and
only mine. Do you understand?" Eric nodded and moaned. She
checked the harness and hobbles. The phallus remained well in
place, held by the straps, with only the ring partially visible
between his buttocks. "Soon we will going out to the parlour so
the other ladies may see you. Please don't cause me to whip you,
for I shall if need be, and remember to spread your legs when you
are not hobbled." She took hold of the phallus ring and moved it
slightly up, forcing Eric to his toes and another long moan from
behind the gag. Taking the leash again, she pulled him toward the
door and opened it. He followed her down the hall, prancing
slightly, his gait accommodating the hobbles and phallus, his
penis straight out and his balls raised beneath the leash strap.
They walked toward a set of closed, double doors leading to the
parlour. Light, merriment and the loud murmur of female voices
flowed from under the doors. She knocked three times.

Part 2

"I see you've brought a new slave," said a woman opening the
doors. "Oh, and a fine specimen, too. Bring him in, M." She
walked ahead of Eric, keeping the leash taught, and he hobbled
into the room. From behind the silver mask Eric saw a well
appointed sitting room filled with ladies in formal evening wear.
They were seated on a sofa and several chairs. Their conversation
fell silent as they saw him, nude, collared, gagged and chained,
with the thin, black straps between his buttocks and the large
erection under the leash. The women all began talking at once,
voicing approval. M paraded him in front of each lady, turning
him around several times. "He is marvelous, M." "Oh M! You've
already sized him!" "I should certainly like to see him whipped,
tonight." "Oh, look at him buck the phallus!" "May I feel him?" A
chorus of responses rose from the group. "I do think he should be
whipped," Miss Reage agreed with one lady. "Do you object, M?" M
hesitated. "I did think it was somewhat early." She looked at
Eric with feeling. "Perhaps just a few strokes." "Should we use
the horse?" a woman asked. "Yes, I'll have it brought in," said
Miss Reage. "But first perhaps some of you Twould care to examine
him." Eric heard another murmur of approval and felt the leash
pulling him toward a woman on the sofa. He was maneuvered
directly in front of her, in a profile position. "How would you
like him, Marilyn? Perhaps you want to see him from the rear?"
"No, M. I only want to examine his balls and penis. Can you have
him face me?" "Certainly." She relaxed the leash and unsnapped
it. "Eric, turn and face the lady, please." Eric turned, and
again his erection was at eye level. The woman, a striking lady
in her forties, cupped Eric's balls in one hand and felt them,
repeatedly moving them around in her hand and examining each
testicle. They bulged beneath the collar and she pushed a finger
under the strap, behind his scrotum. "You have him well collared,
M. And I like his balls. They're a good size." She took hold of
his penis at the base just in front of the collar strap and
stroked the underside carefully. The glans flared and a clear
drop appeared at the opening. "Oh M, he is SO ready. I DO want to
see him whipped, though." "And so you shall," Miss Reage said.
"As soon as the slaves bring in the horse." "Oh Miss Reage, do
you think it will be too much for him?" asked M, concerned. "He
IS very new, after all." "Nonsense, dear. A new slave must learn
to taste the whip and to pace himself for a whipping. Which of
you girls would like the honors?" "I have a particular talent
with the whip," a woman in the corner spoke up. "My female slave
needs attention as well. Perhaps I could do them both." "A fine
suggestion, Angela. Do we want two horses, then?" "Yes, that will
do." "I will see to it. Oh, here comes one now." Two female
slaves dressed as domestic maids rolled in the whipping horse, a
three foot high, padded block on legs anchored securely to a
platform. The platform moved on castors and was set with ring
bolts at the base of the horse to which were attached collars and
small lengths of chain. The maids rolled the horse to the center
of the room. "M, we should put Eric on the horse. Would you like
me to do it?" "Yes. I want to watch." "Very well, bring him here
and remove his hobbles." She re-attached the leash and Eric was
lead beside the horse. M unbuckled the hobbles and tapped the
inside of his leg. He obediently spread his thighs, brazenly
exposing his genitals and the silver phallus ring. "Remove his
gag," Miss Reage instructed. "We will see how loud he becomes."
"On your knees," M told him. He dropped down and she saw that he
kept his legs spread. She unfastened the gag and took it out.
"Keep your mouth open." Eric kept his mouth open and M pulled up
on the leash strap and put it between his teeth. "Now bite on
this." He closed his teeth on the strap, holding it tense. His
erect penis and balls were pulled up sharply. The end of the
strap hung down in front of his navel. "Now keep your back
straight and look ahead. In a few minutes you will be whipped."
"Well done, M," Miss Reage said as the maids rolled in a second
horse and, behind them, led a female slave. She was nude but for
handcuffs and a harness with phallus. The phallus was inserted
through her anus. Her leash was attached directly to the phallus
ring and came out front, between her thighs. She had a silver
mask identical to Eric's and he looked at her well formed
breasts, sensuous mouth, and long legs as she was paraded around
the room. "I would like to examine this slave before she is
horsed," a lady spoke to Angela. "Of course, Miss Field. Bring
her here." The female was positioned with her legs spread in
front of Miss Field. The leash was removed. Miss Field spoke.
"What is your name?" "Tanya." "I am going to examine your breasts
and your clitoris, Tanya." Miss Field fondled each breast,
feeling the weight of each and rolling the nipples between her
fingers. The nipples began to harden as she lightly stroked them.
She reached between Tanya's legs and felt the outer lips, running
a finger between the labia to release a pool of wetness. She
stroked the clitoris and carefully inserted a finger into the
opening of the vagina. More wetness flowed out. "Turn around and
bend over." Tanya obeyed; she turned and spread her legs, then
bent over. Her wet genitals protruded between the harness straps
and below the phallus ring. Miss Field parted her labia and
inserted two fingers at once, deep into her vagina. Tanya moaned
and rocked slightly, catching herself. "She is tight," Miss Field
said. "We should tease her with the male." "A marvelous idea,"
agreed Miss Reage and Tanya was released from her handcuffs and
ordered to the floor, directly in front of the first horse, on
her hands and knees. Miss Reage unbuckled the harness. "Tanya,
you must relax while I remove the phallus," she said. "Spread
your knees wide and turn in your toes." She took the ring and
slowly began withdrawing the shaft. "Breath deeply," she
commanded as more of the phallus appeared, but Tanya cried out
sharply when the phallic head passed through her anus. "It's out.
Relax and keep your head down." Miss Reage approached Eric, took
his leash, and led him to the horse. She unsnapped the leash.
"Step up on the platform and bend over the block," she commanded.
Prancing slightly, he got onto the dolly and faced the pad. "Now
place your feet at each end and bend over," she repeated,
reaching between his legs from the rear and firmly taking hold of
his scrotum, pulling it up and backward, forcing his head down. A
startled cry came from Eric. He obediently spread his legs and
lay across the padded block, lowering his head. She buckled the
collar around his neck and strapped his ankles, wide apart,
securing him firmly to the block with his buttocks high and
genitals hanging down in full view, below the phallus ring. The
two thin, black straps could be seen going through the ring, as
before, and disappearing on either side of his scrotum, under his
stomach. "Angela, he is yours," Miss Reage said. "Notice how he
is positioned carefully to allow him, if he looks forward, to see
all of Tanya's charms as he is whipped?" Angela produced a short
whip, like M's. She stepped to the side of the horse and touched
the whip to Eric's buttocks, measuring the stroke. "Shall I give
him twenty, M?" "Oh, no more, please!" "Very well. Twenty, then."
Eric's buttocks quivered and he strained at the collars. Angela's
arm rose and a swish of air announced the first strike of the
whip. Eric heaved violently and screamed as the leather left a
red welt across his naked ass. The neck collar held his head
down, chain tight, barely allowing him a view of Tanya's genitals
displayed a few inches away. Again the whip fell, leaving a thin
welt as his buttocks involuntarily jerked with a new scream.
After five strokes, Miss Reage said, "Now M, notice how he is
fighting the phallus again? To no avail. The phallus does its
work, regardless, forcing submission." And indeed, with each
stroke of the whip and each scream the phallus ring bobbed and
heaved relentlessly outside his anus, in the crack of his
spasming buttocks, its embedded shaft riding and mastering him.
At last, his ass crossed with red lines, Eric lay quiet, the
whipping over. The handcuffs kept both hands inert, palms up
against his back which glistened with beads of sweat, while his
penis and balls hung helplessly exposed between his spread thighs
and elevated buttocks. "Grease his balls and his butt," Miss
Reage instructed M. "That will relax him before we tease the
female." "Come here," M motioned to a female slave. The slave
stepped forward and accepted a bottle of lotion. "Rub this into
his buttocks and carefully massage the scrotum. Do not allow him
to ejaculate!" she commanded. Eric began making low whimpering
sounds as the slave moistened his hanging scrotum. The phallus
ring moved each time he flexed the muscles at the base of his
cock. She pulled his erect penis rearward and gingerly covered it
with cream, avoiding the most sensitive area behind the head.
Miss Field remarked, "Notice how his scrotum is contracting,
pulling his balls up and tight? My male slave does the same when
he is aroused." Satisfied when she saw the penile head flare and
a drop of semen appear at the tip, the slave began rubbing cream
into his buttocks, pausing occasionally to gently milk the
scrotum and run a finger underneath the penile shaft, drawing
loud moans from Eric. Without warning the slave suddenly stopped,
lay on her back, raised and spread her legs, and began
masturbating. The ladies all joined in startled exclamations, but
Angela said, "It is all right, I gave her permission to
masturbate at will. Otherwise she would certainly be whipped for
it." The slave began to moan and masturbate faster, suddenly
reaching orgasm with furious intensity, legs waving in the air,
fanny jiggling. After a few moments Angela spoke to the slave:
"When you have recovered, finish anointing his buttocks."
Meanwhile, the ladies prepared Tanya for teasing by first taking
her to a raised dais between two pillars at the end of the room.
Leather cuffs supporting metal rings on each side were buckled to
her ankles. She was handcuffed and told to sit at the edge of the
dais, then laid back by the shoulders and pulled forward so that
her handcuffed hands hung over the vertical end, her buttocks
suspended in mid-air. The handcuff chain was attached to a ring
bolt at the end of the bench. "Now raise your legs toward your
chest," they told her and, once done, her ankles were pulled
further back, spread wide, and fastened to the pillars by straps
which snapped to the leather ankle-cuffs. She now lay on the
bench with her vulva gaping open and her buttocks held slightly
aloft and split violently apart. Marilyn applied a strawberry
whipped cream evenly over Tanya's genitals, making her ready for
Eric. The ladies remarked at the generous size of Eric's cock as
he was led, handcuffed, harnessed and lubricated, to the waiting
female. Again, they noticed him prancing to the phallus. M said,
"Eric, you are to clean all of the whipped cream from this slave
with your tongue. If you do a proper job, the ladies and I will
insert your penis into her vagina. Now begin." A pillow was
placed in front of the dais, for Eric's knees, and he dropped
down between Tanya's raised and outstretched legs, methodically
licking the cream from her genitals which were moist and swollen.
Loud moans came from Tanya's mouth and, with each licking, she
squirmed and cried louder. Eric pushed his tongue into her anus,
causing more moaning, then concentrated on her clitoris which was
fully erect. Suddenly a violent orgasm overcame her and she
screamed and twisted with spasms. The ladies immediately raised
Eric by his forearms and pushed him over Tanya, sliding his penis
full into her vagina, causing him to reflexively thrust, in and
out. M held his balls from behind as he reached orgasm with a
yell, and the phallus ring jerked sharply with each ejaculation
until it was over. M said "Every Slave should have the chance to
breed once in his lifetime - if he is able before he is done!".
"Tanya will remain here," M said after several minutes. "You
follow me." And she re-snapped the leash to Eric's collar and led
him away, down a long corridor. "You will spend the night chained
in a tower bedroom," she said. "Tomorrow, at tea time, you will
be prepeard for the modification. " Part 3: Chained naked in the
tower, Eric remained harnessed to the phallus, helpless against
its probings and discipline. With every move during the night, as
he lay face down on a large bed with his hands chained to the
corner posts, he felt its relentless reminders. Much later, he
awoke to the voice of M as she undid the harness straps. "Relax
Eric, so that I may remove the phallus. Open your legs and turn
your toes inward. That's right." He felt the shaft withdraw, and
the head pass through his sphincter, causing him to cry out.
"There, it is out. Now we will bathe you and shave your pubic
hair fuzz, then you will be ready for the modification," she
said, unfastening his chains from the corner posts. He struggled
to his feet, unsure of his whereabouts. The tower room was still
dark, but he saw various instruments of discipline on the walls.
She handcuffed his hands behind him and attached hobbles to his
knees again. Then she produced the leash and collar. "New male
slaves must be collared until they are done Eric, come here," and
she placed him before her as before, gently lifting his genitals
and running the collar strap behind his scrotum and around the
base of his penis, latching it with the ring on top. She snapped
the long leather leash to the collar ring and noted his penis
becoming erect, tightening inside the collar. She pulled him out
the heavy door and down a dark corridor, his hobbled knees
permitting only short little steps with his genitals pulled out
in front of him, the leash tight, as she led the way to the manor
baths where his modification was to take place.

******

They arrived at a heavy metal door a few minuets later. M knocked
and the door opened. A Lady dressed in a doctor's lab coat held
the door open as M lead Eric into a large steamy room. Eric's
cock became even harder as he saw two naked slave girls standing
next to a large bathtub. M led him over to the bath and then
unlatched the leash and collar from his body. Eric was now fully
naked and free of all bondage since he was first brought here to
Miss Reage's Manor. M then told Eric to get in he tub and sit
down. Eric climbed in to the tub of hot water and sat down in the
hot soapy water. The two naked slave girls then brought over
large wooden buckets full of hot soapy water and large bath
sponges. One girl started at the top of his head, and the other
started at his feet. All to soon for Eric, the girls met in the
middle and he was clean. The girls were then ordered away and M
had Eric step out of the tub. The lady dressed in the doctor's
lab coat took hold of Eric's balls and Eric, remembering what he
had been told, spread his legs apart. The doctor lady told M that
they were ready, and then let go and walked out of the bathing
room through a small wooden door. One of the naked slave girls
came back in the bathing room with a fresh bucket of water and a
razor. M made Eric lie down on the heated tile floor of the room,
and the slave girl very carefully shaved off the small light
brown pubic bush Eric had once been very proud of. Now that Eric
was completely shaved and bathed, M told Eric to follow her into
the next room. In the next room Eric saw a doctor's table, but
with stirrups added at one end. Next to the exam table was a
small metal, wheeled tray that had a covering over it, that hid
items unknown to him. M had Eric climb up on the exam table and
lie down. The lady in the doctor's lab coat and one of the naked
slave girls then used straps to tie him down. When they were
done, Eric became scared. M saw the fear in his eyes and did her
best to comfort him. Miss Reage came in to the room at this time,
and she was pulling a leash. On the other end of the leash was
the most beautiful 13-year- old girl Eric had ever seen. She had
pert little tits and the reddest lips he had ever seen on girl.
Eric heard Miss Reage speak to M. "M, my dear. I have a huge
favor to ask of you. Your new slave is so good looking, I would
like to breed him one final time with young Tina here. I think
there offspring would look just grand." M thought about it and
looked the girl over. She then looked at Eric who, despite his
fear had a major hard dick. The lady with the lab coat told M
that she should go ahead and do it, since they would have to make
the boy ejaculate one more time anyway. M said, "all right go
ahead." Miss Reage led her slave girl over to Eric and helped the
girl mount the boy. As the girl lowered herself down, Miss Reage
held Eric's hard penis and guided it in to the girl's hot wet
pussy. Eric let out a moan as he felt the hot tunnel envelop his
cock. The girl started bouncing up and down on the hard teen meat
and started playing with her nipples. Eric tried to thrust his
hips, but because ofthe straps holding him in place, he could
only move his head from side to side. Finally Eric let out a loud
yell as he filled the girl's tight pussy with his young teen cum.
Miss Reage had to pull her girl slave off of Eric, because she
would not stop bouncing on the new slave boy's now soft penis.
Miss Reage thanked M and left the room with her slave in tow with
Eric's still hot cum dripping down the inside of her thighs. Eric
laid his head back, with a smile on his lips. M approached Eric
and said, "Now Eric, this is going to hurt. It's going to hurt a
lot, so we are going to gag you so you don't bit off your tongue,
and to help our ears withstand your screams of pain." With that
said, M started to place a penis gag into the now totally scared
Eric's mouth. Once the gag was in place, the doctor lady sat down
on a low stool that she had placed in-between Eric's spread open
legs. Because of the hot bath, and the heat in the room, Eric's
balls were hanging as low as they could hang. M watched as the
doctor first took up the scalpel, and made a cut down the middle
of Eric's ball bag, She made a 1 1/2 inch cut and then kept on
repeating the cut until Eric's bag was fully open. Both M, the
doctor, as well as the two slave girls heard Eric screaming in
pain as this was done. Once the scrotum was fully cut open, the
doctor put down the scalpel, and then picked up a tool that
looked like a cross between a super small ice cream scoop and
pliers. She inserted this tool into Eric's scrotum and moved it
around a bit. Once she was satisfied, she pushed down on the
small lever on the handle and gave a pull. When the little scoop
came all the way out of Eric's ball sac, it contained Eric's
right testicle. The doctor held the little scoop in her left
hand, and with her right she used a small crimping tool, to place
a small metal crimp on the cord that attached Eric's nut to his
body. M heard a small crunch sound as the doctor squeezed the
crimping tool shut on the right testi cord. Again Eric screamed
into the penis gag. M watched Eric's right testicle start to
swell a little inside the scoop. The doctor handed the crimper to
one of the slave girls, who placed another crimp on the tool and
then placed it back on the tray ready for another use. The doctor
picked up her scalpel again and cut the cord just below were the
crimp was. She then tipped over the scoop and released the lever,
Eric's right ball fell into a small bowl. The doctor put down the
scoop and picked up one of Eric's new balls. The ball gave a
little jingle as the bell inside the fake ball rolled around. The
crimp on the end of Eric's right testi cord fit in a small socket
on the fake testicle. The doctor pressed the crimped end into the
slot until she heard and felt the click of the crimp locking in
place. She then pushed Eric's new testicle back into his ball
bag. The doctor once again picked up the scoop and pushed it
inside Eric's scrotum. She pulled out his left nut, and once
again crimped off the cord with the crimping tool. She then cut
off the testicle and dumped it into the bowl with Eric's right
ball. She then picked up another fake ball with a bell in it and
attached it to Eric's left cord. She then placed Eric's new left
ball back in to his ball sac. She then used some fine silk
threads to stitch close Eric's scrotum. For the first time since
the surgery started M looked at Eric's tear streaked face. "It's
all over now my pet. I love you very much." Eric looked relieved
and closed his eyes. The doctor gave Eric a shot into his upper
thigh, and Eric passed out into a world of black. Over the next
week Eric lived like a king. All he had to do was lie in bed with
his legs spread far apart. He had full cable TV, a very good
looking slave girl to wait on him hand and foot, and he could eat
or drink anything he wanted. The doctor came in to his room a
week later and removed his stitches. M was on hand to take him
for a walk out in the fresh Mountain summer air. Since Eric's
operation was complete, he no longer needed the handcuffs. M had
Eric bend over the bed, and she inserted Eric's dildo. As the
dildo slipped past his anal muscles, it rubbed his prostate, and
Eric's dick became instantly hard. M put the harness on to Eric
and slipped the collar around Eric's dick. She attached the leash
to the collar. Eric stood up and he again tried to buck the
dildo. Eric jumped in the air when he heard his balls give a
jingle, like the bells on a horse harness. M gave a little giggle
as she watched Eric prance around the room, his low hanging,
weighted, fake jingle balls, jingled and jangled as Eric danced
around. Once Eric calmed down, M clipped on a fine gold thread
leash that she had made special just for him. M beamed from all
the Oohs and Aahs the lady's gave him, as she walked her new
slave around the Estate. Eric's balls made a very pleasant jingle
as he was walked all around the property. They returned to the
bedroom and Miss Reage and the lady doctor were sitting and
chatting waiting for them. They stood up and the doctor said to
M, "we need the boy to Ejaculate one more time, to make sure he
is empty. All boys his age have at least one more left in him
after being done." M unleashed and unharnessed Eric and had him
lie down on the bed. "I would like another boy to do him. Do one
of you have a boy that could do the job?" M asked the two ladies.
The doctor left the room, and came back about three minuets later
with a cute red headed boy about Eric's age. Eric looked down at
the naked Red headed boy's crotch. The boy was completely
nutless. He even had had his scrotum removed. The red headed
boy's penis was uncut and had shrunk to such a small size, that
it looked like a little peanut. The lady doctor pointed to Eric
and said just one word to the red headed boy. "Suck!" The red
head walked up to the bed, and spread Eric's legs, then kneeled
between Eric's spread legs and bent over. He took Eric's soft
cock into his mouth and Eric let out a moan of pleasure as the
boy's hot mouth wrapped itself around his dick. Eric's dick
slowly got hard in the boy's mouth. The red headed boy started to
play with Eric's new jingle balls. Eric's dick became even harder
as the boy's head bobbed up and down and his balls jingled and
jangled. The red headed boy wet one of his fingers, and slipped
it up Eric's ass. He found Eric's prostate and started rubbing
it, bringing Eric even more pleasure. It took the poor red headed
boy almost an hour of sucking and licking and jacking Eric's cock
before Eric let out a whimper and a large gasp of air, and shot a
cloudy spurt of cum on to his chest. The red headed boy jerked
and pulled on Eric's abused dick until Eric grunted and shot
another spurt of water and clear fluid onto his tummy. A few more
clear and watery drops of fluid oozed out of his piss hole, and
ran down on to the red headed boys hand. The red head finally
stopped jacking Eric's dick and got up off his knees. The lady
doctor then came up to Eric and ran a finer through the mess on
his chest and tummy and then looked closely at it. She deemed
Eric sterile. She and the red headed boy then left room. While
Eric recovered from his orgasm, M talked to Miss Reage about
Eric's upcoming training.

The End???