The Making of Simeon

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Simeon begins to work towards what he wants

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, which is not based on real life.   Any resemblance, therefore, to anyone living or dead is purely accidental. Furthermore, this story depicts males on male sexual practices; stop reading now if you are offended by this.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

In no way do the practices and themes depicted in this story reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices.  If you choose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly.  Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners.  If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns.  Would you please consult with a health professional?

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Thanks.   

So, I’ve had some more time to sit and write, it’s a pity that we are going to experience yet another wave of Covid virus.  So, if any of you are stuck at home with nothing to do, then I hope this wiles away a little time for you

Cheers

Bastian

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Monday morning saw Simeon heading off to work, still with a silly grin plastered all over his face.  Simeon works in an office in South Yarra, and today he threw himself into his work with gusto, but all he could think of was Balan and his huge big black cock.  The smell of him, the size of him, the taste of him, the feeling of his cock the first time he forced it up Simeon’s arse, Simeon didn’t realise just how much he was daydreaming of Balan’s cock, until he almost creamed his pants.  Simeon ran into the toilets just in time.  Simeon ran into the first empty cubicle he found and nearly ripped his pants and jocks off himself in his rush to get to his throbbing cock, but he’d barely touched his cock before it shot a load of cum all over the toilet seat.  Simeon cleaned up his mess as best he could with toilet paper, and when he’d finished, he turned and sat on the toilet seat and got lost in his daydream of Balan once again.  When Simeon finally exited the cubicle, he looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands, and for the first time in his life, Simeon was extremely critical of himself.  Simeon tried to see himself as Balan, and probably everyone else for that matter must see him, as a short fat slug of a man, and as Simeon continued to look at himself in this way, he could understand why he had so repulsed Balan.

Simeon decided at that moment to make himself into the kind of person Balan would want to take home permanently, if for no other reason than to use and abuse him however Balan saw fit.  With this in mind, the following morning, Simeon walked past the pastries sitting on the coffee table; he sat at his desk and Googled gyms near where he worked.  Simeon was amazed to find a lot of gyms, but what Simeon decided he needed was a Personal Trainer.  Let’s face it, even though Simeon was a mid-20-something, he’s never set foot inside a gym; you’ve only got to look at him to know that.  Simeon decided that he needed someone to keep him on track; for a change, Simeon wisely thought that the idea of being Balan’s fuck toy wasn’t going to be enough to ultimately motivate him.  So that was why he searched for Personal Trainers in South Yarra.  Again, Simeon was amazed to find a lot of Personal Trainers in South Yarra, and as he was checking out their websites, Simeon decided that there were a lot of good-looking Personal Trainers out there.  So, what’s the harm in a bit of eye candy?  Simeon thought that should be enough to motivate him when Balan fucking his arse wasn’t.  So, he called a couple of Personal Trainers and made appointments to see them during his lunch hour and after work.  Simeon decided that he would be working out and making himself more appealing to Balan by the end of the week.

Lunchtime finally arrived, Simeon took himself off to his first appointment with one of the Personal Trainers, and Simeon nearly popped wood on the spot.  The Personal Trainer was dark-skinned and taller than Simeon, which isn’t hard considering Simeon is barely 165cm tall.  The personal Trainer showed Simeon around the gym and asked him what his current fitness level was, and Simeon almost laughed at him.  But when he realised that the personal Trainer was serious, Simeon stopped and told him that he was the couch potato of all couch potatoes.  Simeon admitted that he had everything set up at home so that he didn’t have to get up from his easy chair from the minute he got home until he was ready to go to bed.  Unless he had to go to the loo, of course, which Simeon admitted to being a big pain and was currently trying to find ways to go to the loo without leaving his easy chair.  Simeon admitted to getting take away on his way home, so it’s no surprise that he is now 145kg and growing.  Simeon thought the Personal Trainer was being a bit condescending, but he worked out a workout schedule that Simeon could follow and a diet plan.  When the Personal Trainer asked why Simeon wanted to start getting fit now.  Simeon almost blurted out that he wanted to make himself more attractive to the ‘black god’ Simeon had met on the weekend.  But he stopped himself in time and said that he had decided to improve himself before it was too late.  Simeon left the Personal Trainer, said he would think about it, and returned to work.

Simeon visited another three Personal Trainers before he decided that the first Personal Trainer was eye candy enough to keep him going to the gym if for no other reason than he got to spend an hour with the very hunky Personal Trainer.  The Personal Trainer had abs, which to Simeon looked so hard that you could do your washing on, and if it hadn’t been for Balan, Simeon would have liked to try.  As for the guy’s arse, while it was technically a bubble butt, it was nowhere near as big as Balan’s, but it still looked hard enough to bounce a coin or two off.  Again, if it hadn’t been for Balan, Simeon would have loved to try and bounce at least one coin off it.  So, on his way home, Simeon checked the diet plan he was given and chose lean chicken and steamed vegetables instead of getting his usual takeaway. 

When he got home, Simeon threw out all the lollies, bags of chips, biscuits, and other junk food he had in the house.  Then, to make doubly sure that he didn’t weaken, he took his bag of rubbish straight out to the outside bin and threw it in, closing the lid with a snap.  Simeon emptied all his alcohol and soft drink down the kitchen sink and recycled all the bottles immediately.  Next, Simeon found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; that he couldn’t remember buying, and waiting until dark, Simeon left his house and ran towards the local oval.  Simeon ran about two blocks before he had to stop to catch his breath, and while he leaned against the fence puffing and blowing, he wondered if this was all worth it.  Simeon wondered, even if he did all of this, would Balan even want to use him again, but it was the thought of being used by Balan again that not only gave him an erection but spurred him on to run to the oval.  While he was running, Simeon replayed that night with Balan over and over in his head; just the fact that Balan had ordered Simeon to go and kneel beside him in the pub; that alone was enough to spur him to continue to run towards the oval.  While Simeon was thinking about how Balan used him for a fuck toy that night, seemingly not even caring what Simeon thought or wanted, it made Simeon’s cock even harder.  Simeon could feel his nuts beginning to get ready to give up their load of cum, when suddenly Simeon was caught off guard because he was at the oval.  Simeon was so surprised that he’d run almost all the way there; he’d never run that far in his life.

Simeon looked furtively around the sports ground, and not seeing anyone else around, he ran over to the oval and commenced his first lap.  Simeon hadn’t even run a quarter of a lap of the oval before he thought he was going to die, thinking that this was not only a waste of his time but energy as well.  His chest hurt so much that he couldn’t draw a full breath; his muscles ached, his whole fuckin’ body ached; in short, he felt as though he was dying.  Simeon had to ask himself if any man was worth this much effort, and he was beginning to think not, but an image of Balan’s cock sprung up in his mind’s eye, and that image alone made it more than worth it.  Simeon was just about to stop and walk home when he remembered the first time Ballan forced his cock down Simeon’s throat and how he’d choked and gagged on it, and that started him running again.  When he continued to remind himself about trying to choke down the slab of meat Balan called a cock, it spurred Simeon on that much more.  Then, Simeon relived when Balan fucked his arse for the first time; again, it came unbidden to Simeon’s mind, along with the remembered pain and the feel of Balan shooting his first load of hot cum deep inside Simeon’s arse.  Again, it spurred Simeon to run not only faster but further.  When Simeon pushed those thoughts aside, eventually, and looked at where he was, Simeon was shocked to see that he’d run almost a whole lap.  Simeon couldn’t believe it; this was the most exercise he’d ever done in his entire life, so he thought he’d complete this lap and go home, but his mind, seemingly, had other ideas.  The pain of having Balan forcing his cock into Simeon’s arse was the worst pain Simeon had ever felt in his life.  But when it changed from pain to pleasure, Simeon didn’t think he’s ever felt a cock up his arse to be so pleasurable; the remembrance of the sensation was just so intense.  At that moment, his cock exploded inside his shorts and filled his jocks full of cum; it was such an unexpected thing that Simeon tripped over his own feet and fell over; he rolled over onto his back and laid on the grass panting for breath looking at the sky.

Eventually, Simeon was able to catch his breath; he was very glad that there was no one else around as he now stank of cum.  While it was a heady, musky smell for Simeon, and he could feel his cock rising to the occasion by inhaling the odour, he hoped that no one else could smell it.  Simeon lay there and began to wonder what was wrong with him.  In the past, he’s only cum two or three times a week, if he was lucky, but now he’s cum four times that day alone.  When he’d finally caught his breath, he stood up and walked home.  He let himself back into the house and went straight to the bathroom and stripped off, picking up the sodden mass that was his cum filled jocks and holding them to his nose and inhaling deeply.  Again, Simeon’s cock began to stir, and absentmindedly he began to reach for his thickening cock, before he caught himself.  Simeon also caught himself with disgust, lapping at his cum in his jocks.

Simeon reluctantly threw his sodden jocks and the rest of his running gear in the dirty clothes basket and jumped in the shower.  Because of his heightened state, he remembered vividly what it felt like to wash Balan’s body in the shower.  The feel of Balan’s smooth, satiny skin under Simeon’s hands, the play of Balan’s muscles under his skin, as he moved to allow Simeon access to all of his god-like body.  The kinky hair of Balan’s pubic bush, the weight of Balan’s ginormous cock as it hung flaccid between Balan’s thighs, as it was pushed out from his body by the size of Balan’s huge nuts as they hung in Balan’s very smooth nut sack.  Once again, Simeon caught himself as his hand strayed down towards his own pathetic excuse for a cock.  Simeon pulled his hand away and got busy washing himself under the shower; when he was finished, he hurried out of the shower and got himself dressed.  He grabbed his keys and left the house once again with purpose.  This time his destination was the Leather Eagle in Collingwood, and not for the first time since this all began, Simeon was so glad he lived in an inner-city suburb.  Hopping on a tram, Simeon made his way to Collingwood and the Leather Eagle.

The Leather Eagle was one of those shops Simeon felt he had no business going into.  What with a body like his, he thought he was only inviting ridicule from the dominant types that people like Simeon thought haunted places like the Leather Eagle.  But tonight, he was different; tonight, he wasn’t some sad, pathetic loser trying to find a sexual aid to compensate himself for not being able to find a sexual partner.  Tonight, he was the sexual aid; tonight, he was Balan’s fuck toy.  With the change in his thinking, Simeon walked up to the door and pushed his way through like he had all the right in the world to be there.  But, once the door closed behind his back, he found himself in a foyer-like area with stairs to his right and what could have been a passage.  But right in front of him was the door into the shop proper; at that moment, Simeon’s newfound courage deserted him.  It took all that was within himself not to turn on his heel and run back out of the entranceway, screaming like the little girl, with her panties up in a bunch, he felt he was.  But he reminded himself that he was there as Balan’s fuck toy, so screwing up his courage, he ploughed on into the shop itself.  Having got into the shop, Simeon went up to the counter and asked the sales assistant where the chastity devices were, and then he went and made his selection.

When he returned home with his new chastity device, Simeon read the instructions carefully  ‘fuck’, Simeon thought, ‘I have to shave?’  Oh, well, Simeon went to the bathroom, stripped and shaved his pubic bush and all around the base of his cock and balls.  He broke the chastity device out of its box, set it on the side of his vanity unit, and just looked at it.  He knew that Balan hadn’t ordered him to wear one; in fact, he knew that Balan didn’t say anything about meeting up ever again.  But Simeon knew that he wanted to be ready ‘just in case’, just in case he ever saw Balan again.  Just in case Balan wanted to use him as his fuck toy again, just in case, Balan wanted to leave him discarded on the kitchen floor again, while Balan went back and slept in his soft bed.  Just in case, just in case, just in case, and before he realised what he was doing, Simeon reached out and picked up the backing ring and secured it around the base of his cock and ball sack.  Using some lube, Simeon lubed up his cock and slid the very tight tube over his cock; well, it would have been tight had Simeon had a bigger cock.  But we’re going to be a little generous with Simeon, but just for the moment; it is his fantasy, after all.  Trying not to give it another thought, Simeon locked the padlock in place, and he thought his cock had never felt so heavy in his life.  When he lifted his stomach to have a good look at his cock in chastity, Simeon thought the chastity device looked huge, and he seriously wondered if he’d ever be able to get it into his pants.

After he’d stood there for a while admiring the change in his cock and balls that now looked enormous, Simeon picked up the keys and went out to the kitchen.  He picked up the biggest container he could find, which happened to be a large pot, and filled it with water.  Simeon threaded some cotton between the handles on the sides of the pot with the keys hanging between them and with enough play in the cotton so that it hung about halfway down the inside of the pot.  Simeon filled the pot almost to the brim with water and put it in the freezer.  This way, he figured if he changed his mind, he’d have to wait for at least a couple of hours before he could get at the keys again.  Simeon walked around the house, thinking how strange it felt to have something locked onto his cock.  He knew he should have waited for a day before freezing the keys; the instructions said he had to take the chastity device off after 24 hours and check for any abrasions.  But Simeon hoped Balan was the kind of guy who’d, no scratch that, Simeon thought, Balan wouldn’t give a fuck about him, not after the way Balan used him the other night.  Balan’d just tell him to ‘grow a pair’, to ‘man up’, to ‘stop being a sissy’, ‘to stop walking around with his panties up in a bunch’, and to ‘not be a pussy about it’.  So, with those thoughts running through his mind, Simeon cleaned his teeth and got into bed, but his crotch felt so uncomfortable Simeon couldn’t help tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable.  The fact that his cock was trying to get hard didn’t help his mood either, but as it happens, in these kinds of cases, Simeon eventually fell asleep.

When Simeon woke in the morning, the first thing he did, like every other morning, of his entire life, was to reach down and rub his cock, just to make sure it was still there, of course.  Just in case it’d fallen off during the night.  But instead of his hard little cock, his hand encountered the very hard chastity device.  Simeon leapt out of bed and instantly regretted it, as his body seemed to ache all over, but his biggest concern was his cock.  As soon as he lifted his stomach and saw the chastity device hanging off his cock, and I do mean literally hanging off, if it wasn’t for the base ring wrapped around the base of his cock and balls, the chastity device might have just fallen off.  It was like suddenly his brain said to him, ‘oh yes, a funny thing happened last night, you’ll get a kick out of this’, then it preceded to replay the run around the oval.  The visit to the Leather Eagle, and the fact that he’d put himself into chastity, it was then that he remembered what he’d done with the key.  Simeon slowly sank down and sat on the side of his bed, surprised and kinda proud of himself that he went through with it.  However, he wasn’t too happy with the way his body ached and the fact that he had a chastity device hanging off his cock.  But then he remembered the sensation of Balan forcing his cock into his arse for the first time, and all the aches and pains in his body just seemed to melt away.  The remembered sensation of Balan pile driving his cock into Simeon’s arse made him forget about the chastity device altogether.  Until his cock began to thicken and tried to demand attention, that is.

Having gathered himself together, Simeon squared his shoulders, stood up, and went to make himself some breakfast; no more buying hotcakes and syrup for himself.  So, he made himself some toast and just coffee, no Mocha for him from now on, for breakfast instead.  He cleaned up his mess and opened the freezer door, and looked at the pot of frozen water; Simeon patted the pot and, closing the door, went to have a shower.  Thankfully he had a handheld nozzle and was able to direct the stream of water up inside the chastity device, and after the shower, he had to find his hairdryer to blow dry his cock inside the chastity device.  Finally, Simeon got dressed and looked at himself in the full-length free-standing mirror.  His crotch seemed to bulge obscenely to Simeon, but he hoped it didn’t.  Realising he didn’t have time to worry about it now, he rushed out of the house and headed off to work.

As Simeon was moving about, he learnt just how the chastity device was going to let him know that it was still there.  For instance, the first step he stepped up on to get into the tram reminded him that the chastity device was there as it seemed to rub harshly against his inner thighs as he stepped up.  Pressure was also applied to his groin by his pants pulling tighter as he took the first step, and Simeon wasn’t sure how he felt about it until the image of Balan’s flaccid cock flashed into his head; that image alone made it all worth it.  Then, as he swayed and moved with the tram, he could feel the chastity device as it was forced around between his legs and the material of his pants.  Simeon began to draw into himself to try to hide and not be noticed by the other passengers, as he always did.  But then the thought struck him that he was, or had been, Balan’s fuck toy, Simeon had never been anyone’s fuck toy before, and this thought drew him out of himself, and he found he was standing taller, straighter.  He even began to puff his chest out a little because he, amongst all the people on this tram, of all the people in South Yarra, was not only someone’s fuck toy, he was Balan’s fuck toy, and he bore that mantle proudly.  If he’d known it was possible, Simeon would have realised that he was now beginning to ‘glow’ instead of being that dull slug of a person that he’d been before he’d become Balan’s fuck toy.

He got in and got his work done when he got to work, and instead of engaging in the office gossip, as he usually did, it was funny; Simeon didn’t know how to explain it, but he felt differently.  He thought he was better than he was before, so he got stuck into his work.  He also called the gym and booked his training sessions with the Personal Trainer; now that he’d started, Simeon was determined to follow it through.

Friday night, Simeon returned to The Peel; he got a bottle of water, sat at the same table as he had last Friday night, and scanned the growing crowd for Balan.  Simeon knew that the possibilities of Balan turning up at The Peel two weeks in a row were pretty remote, but he had to try.  That night Simeon went home disappointed, but his resolve to continue his regime and make himself more attractive to Balan continued at a pace.

Six weeks later, Simeon had begun to lose weight, which was now noticeable to others, thanks to his training regime, diet, and the extra exercise he was now doing nightly.  As a result, Simeon could now buy a pair of the arseless lace underwear he had been promising himself to buy the minute he’d lost enough weight.  So, tonight would be the first Friday night he wore them to The Peel.  Simeon got himself ready to celebrate wearing his new underwear, Simeon gave himself three good enemas, and when the water in the toilet was pretty clear, he had a shower.  Simeon made sure that he washed his cock in its chastity device really well, and after his shower, he broke open the pack of his new underwear.  Simeon loved the feel of the lacy fabric, and the pink was a soft pink, not an in-your-face fluoro colour.  Simeon stepped into them and pulled them up; he marvelled at how the fabric hugged his upper thighs and the outer edge of his arse cheeks, leaving his arse crack fully exposed.  Simeon turned around and looked at his arse in the mirror and wondered yet again if he dared to wear them out in public, but before his resolve deserted him altogether, Nick pulled on his jeans and covered his underwear up.  But Simeon could feel the back seam of his jeans rubbing and pushing at his arse crack, and Simeon didn’t think he didn’t like it, but still, he wasn’t sure.

When he was ready, Simeon left the house and headed out to The Peel, and once again, he got his bottle of water, sat at his usual table; yes, he now had a usual table, and watched the crowd.  Since he’d lost a lot of weight, Simeon had begun to get hit on quite a lot, not only at The Peel but at the gym, at work, and even walking down the street; a lot of guys caught his eye and asked if he was interested.  But he turned them all down, there was only one set of eyes he was trying to catch, and Simeon had resolved that Balan was the only man he wanted to get any kind of attention from.  So as had been his habit the past few weeks, Simeon sat at his table and watched and waited for Balan.  Simeon had thought to go to Balan’s place, but as he’d travelled there on the floor in the back of the car, Simeon had no idea where Balan lived, so his only choice was to wait and see if Balan ever returned to The Peel.  As usual on a Friday night, Simeon felt a heavy hand rest on his shoulder.  As was his custom now, he told whoever it was that he was waiting for someone, as he dropped his shoulder and made to move his shoulder forwards, when he heard a deep velvety voice ask, ‘You tryin’ ta dis me boi?  And why the fuck is you, a fuck toy, sitting in a chair making a real man too have to stand around as though youse better than he’s?”

As soon as Simeon heard that voice, his cock tried valiantly to rise to the occasion, but as it was trapped inside the chastity device, all it served to do was cause Simeon a lot of discomfort.

“Umm, no, Sir,” Simeon said as he tried to look up at Balan, standing behind him.

“It’s late.  Come,” and with that, Balan let go of Simeon’s shoulder and turned on his heel and walked out of The Peel, with Simeon bolting after him.  Simeon caught up to Balan as he turned the corner and was now standing outside the warehouse next door to The Peel.  Simeon wanted to rush into Balan’s arms, but he caught himself just in time, “Good, boi,” Balan said as he pulled Simeon’s tops up over his head, “you look different, boi,” Balan continued, “I almost didn’t recognise you.” Next, Balan reached down, grabbed Simeon by one of his paps, and pulled and twisted on it while Simeon squirmed under the pain and pressure.  “Hmmm,” Balan said almost to himself, “yeah, a lot of weight,” Balan mused as he rubbed his hand down over Simeon’s stomach, but hard enough that he could feel the muscles firming underneath.  “Drop ‘em,” Balan said as his hand encountered the top of Simeon’s Jeans, and as Simeon undid his jeans and pushed them down to the ground, he kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off with his jeans.  Balan gave a low whistle as Simeon’s new lacy underpants came into view, “nice,” Balan growled as he ran his hand down appreciatively over the split in Simeon’s new underpants.  While he ran on hand over Simeon’s near-naked arse, Balan reached down and encountered the chastity device Simeon was wearing, “show,” which was the one-word command Balan issued.  Simeon complied with the order, dropped his underpants, and added them to his pile of clothes while Balan reached down and grabbed hold of Simeon’s chastity device, which Balan pushed and pulled at.  Then, ignoring the growing crowd, Balan let go of the chastity device, pushed his way through the crowd and said over his shoulder, “come.”  With that, Simeon scooped his clothes and shoes up off the ground and, pushing through the crowd as best he could, considering he was now almost entirely naked and everyone wanted to ‘play’ with him, raced after Balan’s shrinking back.

As Balan opened the backdoor of the car, Simeon caught up to him at the car.  Simeon threw his clothes onto the floor in the back of Balan’s car, climbed in, and sat on the floor again.  Balan closed the back door, got into the driver’s seat, and drove away from the gutter.  Simeon wasn’t sure if he’d done the right thing or not as he felt the car move away from the gutter; he realised that he was telling the world that he was now more than someone’s bitch.  He was telling everyone that he was now Balan’s slut, and Simeon, while he was still a bit concerned about what would happen, he loved the idea intensely.  Simeon could feel his cock trying to get hard in the chastity device, which began to cause Simeon a bit of pain, yet again, but with the scent of his man wafting over him from the front seat.  Simeon didn’t care about a little bit of pain.  All he cared about was that Balan had again chosen him to accompany him home to do whatever he wanted to Simeon, and Simeon loved the idea.

They passed down the stretch of very well-lit road, and Simeon wondered if he’d be forced to get out of the car again and walk along the footpath.  Once again, he could feel his cock trying to thicken just from the thought of doing that, and he felt the thrill of fear as it snaked down his spine.  It made Simeon shiver in anticipation, but it wasn’t to be as Balan didn’t show any signs of stopping tonight; until that is, they made it to Balan’s place.  Once again, Balan parked a few houses away to make Simeon walk the rest of the way to Balan’s place.  Simeon got out of the car, grabbed his new underwear and put them on as soon as he got out of the car.  Simeon hoped that Balan wouldn’t mind; besides, his arse was still on full show and having him stand on the footpath in nothing, but a pair of lacey, arseless jocks was just as embarrassing.  Well, it would have been if Simeon wasn’t getting such a thrill out of it.

Simeon followed along behind Balan as he led the way to his house.  Once again, without so much as a by your leave, or a please may I, Balan threw Simeon across the dining room table.  He fished his cock out of his pants and rammed it balls-deep into Simeon’s quivering arse.  Balan proceeded to dry fuck Simeon’s arse until Simeon could feel Balan’s cock shoot its load of cum deep into his bowels.  When Simeon couldn’t feel Balan’s cock move in his arse anymore, Balan pulled his cock out of Simeon’s arse, picking him up off the table and turning him around.  Balan forced his dripping cock into Simeon’s very willing mouth and began raping Simeon’s mouth until he shot his second load of cum down Simeon’s throat.  Balan pulled his cock out of Simeon’s mouth, just enough for Simeon to lick and suck his cock clean for him.  Balan dropped Simeon on the floor, and without so much as a thank you, Balan left the kitchen/dining area and went to bed, leaving Simeon to make himself as comfortable on the floor as he could.  Simeon, for his part, curled up on the wooden floor, cradling his head in the nook of his elbow and fell asleep with a very satisfied smile on his face.

Simeon didn’t hear Balan return to the kitchen later that night; the first Simeon knew about it was when Balan lifted him by his hair up off the floor and slammed him over the dining room table once again, and rammed his cock up Simeon’s arse.  Simeon decided that he liked being handled roughly by Balan.  Simeon loved the feel of Balan’s cock forcing its way up his poop chute.  Simeon loved the sensation of Balan’s cock forcing his poop chute to open wider than it’s ever been forced open by any of his previous sexual partners so that it could accommodate Balan’s massive cock.  Simeon loved the sensation of Balan’s kinky pubes as they banged into his exposed arse cheeks.  Simeon decided that he was in heaven, being used by Balan as his fuck toy, and he was determined to lap it all up and enjoy every second of it because Simeon knew Balan could grow tired of him very quickly.  So, he was determined to enjoy every degrading second Balan deigned to use the fuck out of him.

For his part, Balan loved having a ready fuck toy at his disposal to be used anytime he felt like it.  He loved being able to go back to bed, leaving Simeon in the kitchen and not giving a fuck about him.  Once again in the morning, Balan sent Simeon out to fetch the morning paper, clad in nothing but his pink lacey, arseless undies and his chastity device.  Balan watched Simeon through the front window as Simeon’s arse wobbled as he fetched the paper.  Balan wondered to himself if Simeon might be the one for him.  Simeon came back into the kitchen, offering the paper to Balan as he walked past.  It wasn’t too long after Balan sat at the dining room table that Simeon served Balan his breakfast before he crawled under the dining room table and sucked Balan’s genitals in his mouth.  Well, as much as he could fit without choking himself.

When Balan finished his leisurely breakfast, he pushed his chair away from the table, pulling his cock and balls out of Simeon’s mouth.  Heading towards his bedroom uttered his one-word command over his shoulder, ‘come’ Simeon jumped up and followed Ballan into his bedroom.  Balan told Simeon what he wanted to wear and directed him to where he would find everything.  Simeon dressed Balan in his running gear, very regretfully encasing Balan’s beautiful cock and balls in his jocks, and when Simeon had finished dressing Balan.  Balan grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and ran out the front door while Simeon set to and cleaned up the kitchen and the house.  With awe, Simeon walked through Balan’s bedroom doorway, as this was the first time he’s ever been in Balan’s bedroom on his own.  While Simeon was making Balan’s bed and cleaning up his bedroom, he found Balan’s jocks from the day before lying on the floor.  Without any hesitation, Simeon buried his nose deep in the material.  He inhaled the odour of Simeon as deep as he could, not only the muskiness of Balan but the hint of piss and pre-cum trapped in the material of Balan’s jocks.  Simeon thought that it was the headiest scent that he’s ever smelt in his life, and very reluctantly, Simeon dropped the dirty jocks into the clothes basket as he picked it up and carried it to the laundry to put on a load of washing as soon as Balan returned from his run.  The thought of how much Balan’s jocks would smell after his run almost had Simeon blowing a load of cum, and he would have if it hadn’t been for the chastity device.

Balan returned home, and as soon as he walked through the front door, he clicked his fingers on his way to the bathroom.  Simeon came running, suitably naked, and trotted into the bathroom after Balan.  Balan stood in the middle of the bathroom, and Simeon stripped him worshipfully as Balan’s scent assailed his nostrils, and Simeon breathed in deeply of Balan’s scent.  Simeon helped Balan out of his runners and socks before reaching up and hooking his fingers in the waistband of Balan’s running shorts.  With the splits up, the side that Simeon was sure would allow a flash of more flesh than was decent if the wind picked up the flap of material.  For a brief moment, Simeon rocked back on his heels and marvelled at Simeon’s cock as it was encased in the damp cloth of Balan’s jocks, and Simeon fancied that he could see the veins of Balan’s cock through the material.  The inevitable had to happen, and Simeon reached out and very slowly hooked his fingers under the waistband of Balan’s jocks and very slowly pulled the material off over Balan’s cock.  Just as Balan’s cock swung free, Simeon buried his nose in Balan’s kinky wiry pubic bush and inhaled as deeply as he could of Balan’s musky scent before he began to lap at the sweat that was gathered there.  But not long enough to hold Balan up from his shower; Simeon did not want to piss off this god-like man, particularly as he was seemingly being allowed to spend the day.  Simeon pulled Balan’s jocks down and watched in awe as Balan’s cock was allowed to fall free of the confines of his jocks, followed quite closely by Balan’s balls and ball bag.  Now in the light of day, Simeon could only marvel at the smoothness of the skin that formed Balan’s ball bag while he was reminded, seemingly cruelly, of his own wrinkled excuse of a ball bag.  Simeon dragged Balan’s jocks down his legs, and as soon as Balan stepped out of them, Simeon buried his nose as deep in the wet material of Balan’s jocks as he could.  Simeon noisily inhaled the heady, musky scent of Balan as Simeon experienced the biggest head rush of his life.  Very, very reluctantly, Simeon dropped Balan’s wet jocks on the pile of running gear that was slowly growing on the bathroom floor.

Simeon pushed on Balan’s hip, effectively getting Balan to turn on the spot, and as soon as Balan had his back to him, Simeon reached up and separated the enormous mounds of Balan’s arse cheeks.  Without a thought, seemingly, Simeon buried his nose deep into Balan’s arse crack and not only inhaled the musky scent of Balan but lapped at the trickle of sweat he found deep in the cleft of Balan’s arse.  Mischievously, Simeon accidentally lapped at Balan’s arse lips more than once, and he fancied he felt a shudder pass through Balan, and Simeon hoped it was a shudder of ecstasy.  Until, reluctantly, kissing Balan’s arse lips, Simeon pulled his face out of Balan’s arse cheeks and pulled Balan’s t-shirt up over Balan’s head.  While Balan’s arms were stretched up over his head so that Simeon could pull Balan’s t-shirt off, Simeon buried his face in one of Balan’s armpits and inhaled deeply of Balan’s scent as he lapped up the sweat he found there as well.

Balan couldn’t take it anymore, and he threw Simeon over the vanity unit and rammed his cock as deep into Simeon’s arse hole as he could get it while he grunted with the effort to get it there.  While Simeon, for his part, sighed, with almost religious ecstasy, as he felt Balan’s cock force its way into his waiting hole.  Simeon didn’t care that Balan did absolutely no prep work to get his hole ready to accommodate Balan’s cock, and just moaned with ecstasy as he felt Balan’s cock breach his arse lips.  Balan, for his part, fucked Simeon’s willing arse until Simeon felt Balan’s cock buck inside his arse as it shot its load of hot sticky cum deep inside Simeon’s bowel.  As soon as Balan had pulled his dripping cock out of Simeon’s arse, Simeon spun around on the spot and sucked as much of Balan’s mammoth cock into his mouth and gave it a complete tongue bath.  He was rewarded in a very short amount of time as he felt Balan’s cock beginning to grow and thicken inside his mouth.  Simeon managed to grab a breath just as Balan grabbed him by the ears as he forced his thickening cock through the opening of Simeon’s throat and on its way towards Simeon’s stomach.  Once again, Balan skull fucked a very willing Simeon until, in a shorter amount of time, as far as Simeon was concerned, Balan shot another load of hot cum down to Simeon’s stomach.  As Balan pulled his cock out of Simeon’s mouth, Simeon licked and sucked it all clean for him.  When Simeon had finished cleaning Balan’s cock both men got into the shower stall after Simeon had set the temperature for them.

Simeon washed Balan’s body lovingly; admittedly, he was more than just a little disappointed as he washed all the sweat out of Balan’s armpit hair and pubic bush as he would have loved to lick and suck all the sweat out himself, but what could he do?  Simeon washed Balan’s massive cock, rolling back the foreskin and marvelling at the pinkness of the head of Balan’s cock.  When he was sure the head of Balan’s cock was squeaky clean, he proved it to himself by running his tongue all around it and even drilling the tip of his tongue into Balan’s piss slit a little bit.  Before he went back to washing the rest of Balan’s body, when Simeon was satisfied that Balan was indeed squeaky clean, Simeon turned the water off and helped Balan get dried before; with a lot of muttering and cursing, he got himself dried.  “What are you bellyaching about now, boi?”

“Oh, I’m just trying to dry my cock and balls.  I’m sorry if I disturbed you, sir,” Simeon said almost petulantly.

‘Hmm, we’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to stay here much longer….”

“Hmmm, what?” Simeon asked in alarm.

Then seemingly forgetting that he was completely naked, not that Simeon was complaining at all, as he got to watch Balan’s huge bubble butt walk away from him down the passage as Balan headed off to do whatever he had in mind.  Meanwhile, after he’d watched Balan’s naked arse disappear into the lounge area, Simeon turned his attention to cleaning up the bathroom.  Simeon put on a load of washing and was just on his way to find Balan when he noticed Balan walk out of the lounge area, and as Simeon was instantly mesmerised by the sight of Balan’s cock and balls being pushed around by his massive thighs.  So much so that it took Balan, a few goes to get Simeon’s attention.  “Now, boi,” Balan began when he finally got Simeon’s attention off his genitalia, “are you serious about being my boi….”

But before he got any further, Simeon cut him off, “oh, yes, sir, I want nothing more!”

“So be it,” Balan said as he turned and walked back into the lounge area, and he’d just finished on the phone as Simeon walked in behind him.

The men spent the rest of the day together, Simeon servicing Balan in any way he wanted or needed, including cooking lunch and dinner and cleaning up after both meals.  Simeon was a little put out when Balan wouldn’t let him eat or drink anything after lunch, but he didn’t say anything trusting that Balan knew what he was doing.  At 8:30 pm, Balan told Simeon they were going for a drive, and he told Simeon only to wear his underpants when he’d pulled them on; Balan walked out the front door.  Simeon followed Balan out the front door and pulled it closed behind them before he trotted down the street to Balan’s car.  Simeon got in the back and sat on the floor, and Balan started the car and drove off.  Simeon wasn’t to know until they got out of the car that Balan had driven them to Prahran, and they were parked behind the Vet.  Before Balan’d let Simeon out of the car, he told Simeon to leave his jocks in the car, and when Simeon had pulled his jocks off, the men got out of the car, and Simeon followed Balan into the Vet, naked.

As soon as they walked through the door, the Vet locked the door behind them.  “So, this is the boi, is it?” he asked Balan.

“Yes, it is.”

“Does he know why he’s here,” the Vet asked Balan, and both men laughed.

“Alright, boi,” the Vet started as he walked away from Simeon, “follow me and jump up here on the table.

Both men followed the Vet into one of the treatment rooms, and Simeon climbed up on the stainless-steel bench that was in the room and laid down, trying to ignore the coldness of the steel.  Meanwhile, the Vet picked up a pair of bolt cutters and cut the padlock off Simeon’s chastity device before he removed the chastity device altogether.  “Now, boi,” the Vet said as he picked up a needle, “this is going to sting a little bit,” and with that, he began to inject a numbing agent into Simeon’s pubic area.  Particularly around the base of Simeon’s cock and ball sack, and when he had finished, Balan and the Vet left the room after the Vet first told Simeon not to move.

When they came back into the room, Simeon was feeling a bit dizzy, and when the Vet stuck a needle into the base of Simeon’s cock and balls and asked if Simeon could feel anything.  Simeon answered in the negative, and that was about the only thing he really remembered until he came to in a bed in the ICU at the Alfred hospital.  He tried to sit up but almost fell out of bed, and that was when he felt a hand on his shoulder pushing him back on the bed.  “Hey, easy there,” a voice said as the room slowly began to swim around him.  “You’re in the Alfred,” the voice continued, “do you know what happened to you?” the voice asked.  All Simeon could do was shake his head, “hmm,” the voice continued, “the people who found you said that you’d been attacked.  Do you remember anything about that?”  Balan just shook his head.  “That’s Ok,” the voice continued, “I told the Police you are in no fit state to talk to them, so they are going to come back in the morning if you’re up to it, that is,” the voice said as the room went dark and Simeon fell asleep.

In the morning, Simeon felt better until he tried to sit up, and then the pain in his groin almost made him pass out again.  Somewhat nervously, Simeon explored his groin.  The first thing he encountered was the surgical dressing; the second thing he encountered, well, didn’t encounter, would be more accurate.  Simeon could not feel his cock and balls under the dressing; the dressing was perfectly flat; as he explored further, Simeon encountered a tube coming out from between his legs.  Simeon was about to pull the sheet back to have a good look, but the nurse walked into the room and stopped him.  “It’s better not to look….”

“Simeon,” Simeon supplied.

“Ah, yes, Simeon,” the nurse continued, “um, it’s better to wait and talk to the Dr before you, um, find out too much just yet,” the nurse finished as she checked his obs.  “I’ll let the Dr know that you’re awake,” and with that, the nurse left the room.  Leaving Simeon wondering what the hell happened but secretly hoping that his greatest wish had been granted.  So, Simeon lay in bed waiting for the Dr to arrive.

Simeon tried not to think about his greatest desire as being realised.  Simeon hated how his tiny cock and balls looked, especially when he compared it to Ballan’s humongous black, smooth-skinned cock and balls.  He just wanted to be appealing for Ballan, and if this was what it took, then Simeon was all for it.  So, now Simeon knew what had happened to him last night at the ‘Vets’; if he was a Vet, they operated and removed his genitalia, and Simeon couldn’t be happier.

Simeon’s musings were interrupted when the Dr walked through the door.  “Ah, Mr….,”

“Simeon’s, fine.”

“Um, ok then, um, Simeon, you’ve probably worked out by now that your body has been violated, and you have had two procedures performed on you, an Orchiectomy and a Penectomy.  The Police will want to ask you some questions about what happened, our concern is that the surgery looks pretty professional, and all we’re interested in is if you have any kind of infection.  Consequently, we are pumping you full with some strong antibiotics just to ensure you don’t get an infection….”

“Um, sorry, Dr,” Simeon interrupted the Dr, “but what does it mean for me?  I mean, what’s the outcome for me?”

“Well,” the Dr began again, “basically what’s happened is someone has made you, what was termed in the olden days, as a eunuch.  You have no male genitalia of any kind, so no, you have a decision to make, we can give you a prosthetic penis and testicles, but it won’t work like the original.  We insert a little ‘pump’ just inside your hip, so when you want to have sex, you can pump the penis up.  Unfortunately, you won’t be able to ejaculate like you used to.  The other alternative is that we can fashion a vagina for you and give you breast implants, and you can live your life as a woman.  You don’t have to,” the Doctor hurried on to say before Simeon could interrupt him, “make a decision right away.  For now, you can still urinate, but unlike before when you could stand up, now you will have to sit down all the time.  Umm, if there aren’t any questions, then I will leave you to mull it all over.

Simeon was allowed to go home by the end of the week.  The catheter had been removed, and as Simeon was toileting ok, he was allowed to go home.  The heavy bandages had been removed; now, he only had a small waterproof dressing down the suture line.  The Police did interview Simeon while he was still in hospital, but he had to apologise as he’d been grabbed from behind and didn’t get a look at his attackers, so he wasn’t very helpful.  Simeon still wasn’t allowed to go to the gym for another two weeks, but he was allowed to go back to work, and everyone in the office fussed over him, which Simeon didn’t mind.  Simeon really loved the look of his groin now that it was dead flat with no unsightly lumpy bits down there.  Simeon spent up big on lacy women’s nickers, most of which were arseless, but he bought a few g-strings so that he could wear something that rubbed against his arse lips to give him that little bit of a thrill.  Because he’s been working out and was trimmer, he had to buy himself new pants and shirts for work.  Simeon made sure that the pants really hugged his crotch, and Simeon didn’t care who knew, and deep down, he wanted to shout to the world that he was now a Nullo.  Simeon had done some online research and discovered that that was now what he was, and he loved it.  Simeon’s only concern was that Balan would still want him now.  Simeon knew intellectually that his new status as a Nullo was all Balan’s doing, but Simeon worried that now he’d had it done that, Balan wouldn’t want him anymore.  But, there was nothing that he could do but wait until he saw Balan at The Peel and let the cards fall where they may.