The Rubber Band

It had been a year since Bogdan (FTM 25) had officially become Kevin’s (M26) owner. Not technically in a court of law, but they had both signed a piece of paper declaring that, in their home, Bogdan owned Kevin and had explicit control over a wide variety of aspects of Kevin’s life. Kevin had been extremely eager to sign the document; he trusted his owner with his life.

Despite his mostly glowing obedience record, Bogdan had grown tired of Kevin’s brattiness and the constant need to repeat himself. He decided it was finally time to take advantage of a certain clause in the contract.

Bogdan and Kevin had just finished watching Walking with Prehistoric Beasts, one of their favorite documentaries, and were lying on the couch holding each other, enjoying one another’s company. When all of a sudden, Bogdan felt a hard cock begin to press and twitch against him.

“Misterrrr, can I jerk off pls?” Kevin asked in his usual whiny tone.

Bogdan was way too comfortable to move. “Not right now, sweet boy. I’m holding you and relaxing. You have to wait,” he said, nicely but firmly.

Unable to control his attitude, Kevin immediately began to mouth off. “But Mister, I’m supposed to be able to cum when I’m hard! My nutties are full and they need to empty. I wanna cum!”

“I said you have to wait, Kev! I’ve had enough of your attitude problems. In fact, I think it’s time…” Bogdan responded as he got up and headed toward the other room.

“Where are you going, Mister!?” his pet called out. There was no answer. “Misterrrrrr! Come backkkkk!” he whined, loud and drawn out.

Bogdan returned with a small but firm rubber band from his office. He sat next to his puppy and took on a serious tone.

“Pup, do you remember what you signed away to me in our contract?” Bogdan reached down and gently cupped his puppy’s testicles, giving them a light squeeze that made Kevin jump.

“Ow! Yes, Mister. These nuts are your property. You have total control over them,” Kevin replied, a little nervously. He gasped as he felt another squeeze.

“That’s right, smart boy. These are mine, and I can do whatever I want with them. Even… take them away if I think that’s what’s best,” Bogdan stated as gently as he could.

Kevin began whimpering “no, no,” but his owner firmly covered his mouth.

“Kevin,” he continued, “I’m tired of the attitude you’ve been giving me over simple orders—like telling you that you have to wait to cum, or that you have to sit to pee, or when I tell you to stop humping your pillow because you saw a pair of boobs for two seconds on TV and you say no.” He moved his hand off Kevin’s mouth and caressed his boy’s face. “Now sweetie, I love you, and sometimes your whining and complaining is cute, but it’s become too much. I’ve done the research, and I’ve decided I’m taking back what’s mine. Your balls are coming off. You’ll be a much calmer, more obedient boy. I know it’s a big sacrifice, but I’m willing to make it.”

Kevin processed what he was hearing—that he was about to lose his testicles—and responded with what he thought was a fair counterpoint. “But Boggy, you’re on testosterone. Why are you allowed to have injections but I can’t have my balls?”

Bogdan thought for a moment and responded matter-of-factly, “Well Kev, there are some differences. I’m in charge, so I don’t have to be obedient. You do. And I get enough T for me personally. Your testicles are clearly too much for you to handle. That’s just how it is for some boys. So they’re gonna come off… tonight.”

Kevin jumped and started flailing, only to be stopped by a sharp, brutal squeeze to his nuts. “Heel,” Bogdan commanded. “I can do this the nice way with minimal pain, or I can just squeeze these until they pop in my hand.”

The flailing continued, so Bogdan applied a death grip. Kevin had never felt anything like it and began convulsing. Bogdan figured it made sense—if he broke something, they were coming off anyway.

Kevin finally surrendered. “Okay, Mister, okay! I’ll do it the nice way!”

Bogdan released his death grip and began pulling his cute boy’s shorts down, revealing his nice, still-hard average cock and his now slightly swollen balls. He took the rubber band out of his pocket.

“Sweetie, I’m going to put this around your balls now—super tight. It’ll be a little uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t hurt much. Over the next couple of hours, your balls will slowly die, and then in a couple of days they’ll fall off naturally. Now present nice and wide for me,” Bogdan commanded.

Kevin obediently opened his legs wide, giving his owner full access. Bogdan slipped the rubber band on and began tying it as tightly as he could. He started getting horny himself, thrilled by the power he had to take away his puppy’s nuts so easily. Once the band was as tight as possible, a great idea occurred to him.

“So Kevin, to distract you from what’s going on down there, I want you to focus on me right now.” He began taking off his own shorts, revealing his damp, impressive bottom growth, already yearning for attention. “Sweetie, I’m gonna sit on your face and you’re gonna take care of my junk while I examine yours and make sure everything is going okay.”

“Oh, so you get to cum and I can’t?” Kevin quipped brattily.

Bogdan flicked his left testicle. “Yes, pup. Now get to it. Please? I really need it.” He kissed Kevin’s forehead.

Unable to say no to his cute owner—and always ready to devour his junk—Kevin nodded. Bogdan sat down in reverse. It actually served as a meaningful distraction. Kevin immediately went to work with his tongue, licking and lightly sucking on Bogdan’s head, causing him to happily ride Kevin’s face. All the while, Bogdan kept a close eye on his puppy’s junk as it began to change color. He had always had a scientific fascination with the human body—especially the male one—and he watched in horny fascination as the transformation began.

Meanwhile, Kevin was mostly distracted by licking and flicking his tongue like he was dying of thirst when he felt something noteworthy. His nuts were starting to feel numb. Worry crept in.

“Misterrrrr,” he muffled, “they’re starting to feel numb. Pls take the rubber band off.”

Bogdan moaned, “Sweetie, we talked about this. You’re gonna be okay. But they’re coming off. Don’t focus on it… Keep licking… Okay? I promise I’ll take good care of you… afterward.” He struggled to form coherent words as Kevin’s whining vibrated pleasantly beneath him. Kevin obeyed.

Bogdan bent forward and began feeling the testicles. They had grown cold. Usually they had a warm touch, but now they were clearly dying. The color continued shifting into a surprisingly beautiful purple.

“They’re so pretty right now, sweetie. Their color is beautiful,” Bogdan moaned. “Even in this state, your body is a wonder of the world.” He felt giggles vibrating underneath him, which brought him dangerously close to the edge. He knew exactly what he needed.

Bogdan made a fist and punched his puppy hard in the nuts—partly out of sensual desperation and partly out of curiosity about how much it would hurt. Kevin barely vibrated in response, almost unable to feel the punch, but it was enough to push Bogdan over the finish line. He soaked his boy with his favorite substance.

Exhausted, Bogdan climbed off and lay down next to him. He slipped his hand under Kevin’s shirt and began playing with his nipples.

“How’s my puppy doing?” he asked kindly. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“No, Mister. Pls just stay here. I think they’re almost gone. I barely feel anything down there. You punched me and it didn’t even hurt as much as a punch in the arm.”

Bogdan nodded and kept lightly playing with his nipples, determined to stay with his pet until the once-glowing orbs went dark. This continued for another half hour or so, until Kevin felt what seemed like a spark going out.

“Boggy, can you check down there pls? I think I felt something weird,” he said, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Bogdan moved his hand down and felt the purple, sky-colored testicles. They were shriveling up—almost done. They were so cold now. His left nut had gone completely cold, with just a faint touch of warmth left in the right one. Bogdan looked on in intrigue. He flicked the left nut as hard as he could. No reaction. He did it a few more times. Still nothing.

“Sweetie, leftie is gone,” Bogdan told his pup. “It’s almost over.” He kept playing with Kevin’s nipple, knowing it felt good for him to experience something other than the death of his balls.

Bogdan picked up his phone and took a picture of the beautiful, colorful display, earning a confused look from his pup.

“Sweetie, if you don’t mind, I’d like to capture the moment. They look so beautiful in their final moments. Like they know they don’t belong to you anymore and they want to be pretty for their owner.” Bogdan mused in amazement. He could live a hundred years and travel the universe and never see something this mesmerizingly beautiful again.

Kevin giggled in pride, happy that his body was so beautiful to his owner.

Just ten minutes later, Kevin felt the other flame cease. He knew what it meant. Righty was gone too.

“Misterrrrr, rightie is gone too,” Kevin whimpered.

Bogdan lowered his hand and felt the right nut—now completely shriveled and cold. He gave it a hard punch to test. No reaction.

“Yes, you’re right, sweet boy.” He got on top of him and caressed his face. “They’re both gone. I’m so proud of you, sweetie. You took that very well. You did a great job letting me sacrifice your testicles. It was very brave.” He held him gently. “And that tongue work? Chef’s kiss.” He made the hand gesture.

Kevin giggled. “Thank you, Mister. As much as I was a little worried, I trust you with these things. I know that if you want them off, they should come off. What happens now?” he asked with his cute, curious puppy face.

“Well, first it’ll take a day or two for them to fall off naturally. Then I’m going to put them in a jar to preserve them. They’re my prized possessions, after all. I’m not getting rid of them—just making this the final act of the ownership transfer. They’re going on display in honor of the sacrifice I made and the trust you had in me,” Bogdan said proudly.

“Mister? Can we take off work and just hold each other until they fall off? Please?” Kevin asked desperately, hoping for a yes. He didn’t want to be alone when it happened.

“Of course, sweetie. We’re gonna cuddle and watch dinosaurs until they fall off,” Bogdan smiled and kissed his puppy’s forehead. They put on Land of the Giants and had a sweet, cuddly evening. Kevin was already noticeably giving less attitude.

Best idea Bogdan had ever had.