Part 4: The Removal

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Part 4: Removal

8:45 pm

Josh was telling me I was doing great, asking if I was ok, and so on.  I wasn’t listening.  My head was spinning.  I was excited and terrified, and I was staring at my cock in the mirror knowing that these were the last minutes I was going to see it there.  The slaves finished cleaning me up and dried me off.  The dark-haired one came back and wiped my cock, balls and groin with some sort of antiseptic solution.  It was cold.  He smiled at me and mouthed “you’ll be ok.”

Co**** returned to the stool between my legs.  A table with instruments on it was brought next to me.  “We are ready for the removal, now.” Co**** said looking to Josh. “Marc, all you need to do is focus on nice deep breaths.  It’s up to you if you watch or close your eyes.”

“I’m going to inject a medication that will cause an erection.”  The blonde slave handed Co**** a syringe.  “Little pinch.” He inserted the needle into the side of my cock and slowly depressed the plunger.  It didn’t really hurt.  After he rubbed my penis up and down for a minute or so.  Even though I had just cum a number of times, my cock slowly began to respond.  Over the next 5 minutes or so it got harder.

“Elastrator.”  The slave handed him the device already loaded with the elastrator band.  Co**** put it over my penis and pulled the loose skin to get it as close to my body as possible.  “Deep breath, Marc.”  I did as I told, and he released the trigger.  The band snapped to around my cock.  I sucked my teeth a bit…it hurt.  I’d never been banded before.  Josh squeezed my hand.  He was smiling, and hard.  Co**** reloaded the elastrator and put a second band right next to the first around my cock.

“We will leave it like that for a few minutes before we proceed to make it a bit easier on Marc,” Co**** said. “Get the instruments I need laid out,” he said to the slaves.  “Let’s go check up on your boy, Dave, while we wait.” Co****, the other dom, and Josh all left.  The slaves were busy at the side.  I was left staring up in the mirror at my cock as it slowly turned purple. It was really about to happen.

9:15pm

When they returned, Co**** put on a pair of gloves and said, “well that looks ready.”  He squeezed my penis.  It was at least somewhat numb.  “Check the restraints,” he said.  The slaves checked each of the straps holding me. The blonde slave placed a sheet over my stomach.  There was a hole in it, and my penis was pulled through the hole.  Co**** picked up two knives from the instrument table and touched my cock with one.  I could still feel the cold steel.  I guess it wasn’t as numb as I thought.  I started to breathe hard and whimper.

“Do you want him gagged, Josh, or not?” Co**** asked.  “No gag” my husband said.  His eyes were wide; he was stroking his cock.

Co**** put down the smaller of the two knives he was holding.  He held the head of my cock down with his left hand and placed the blade of the knife on the base of my penis.  I was going wild even before he began to slide the blade across my dick.  I had no idea what to expect.  At first I felt very little, then the first shock of pain hit me.  “Yiiii, fuck!” I cried.  He made a second pass with the knife.  “Oww…it hurts,” I screamed.  No one paid attention. The slave began dabbing away blood, my blood. After 3 or 4 passes from the knife, I could begin to see a rift where my penis was being cut off.  Josh was stroking and dripping precum.  “Fuck yeah, they’re cutting it off,” he said when he looked at me.  Co**** used a cauterizing tool then for a few minutes, and then returned to the knife.

It was even worse now as he went deeper into my cock.  I was just screaming nonsense effectively.  He would cut, the slaves would daub blood and he would cauterize.  When he paused again to cauterize, he announced that he was halfway through.  The next pass with the knife seared all the way through my body. I was shaking and sweating and swearing. I was breathing so hard yet couldn’t catch my breath.  The pain was insane; so much more intense than I had expected.  Again there was a pause while the slave daubed away blood. My crotch felt like it was on fire or that a thousand needles were being jabbed in me.

“Josh, hold the penis by the head now,” Co**** said.  My husband took hold of my cock head with one hand.  He was stroking his cock with the other.  I could see that my dick was nearly severed all the way through.  There were just two more swift pulls of the knife and another horrible stab of pain, and my husband was holding my severed penis in his hand.  He ejaculated on the floor, steam after stream while he looked at my lifeless dick.