Destroyed, emasculated, devastated and in denial

You wake up lying on something soft. It's dark around you, though a little light seems to be make its way to you. The first thing you feel is the soreness and throbbing pain in your groin. You look down and remember what happened to you before you passed out. You start to cry. You can't process the enormity of it. They had stolen your masculinity. You were no longer a man, you couldn't pass on your line. Through tear-streaked eyes you survey the damage.

Your scrotum rests on the padded floor. A small metal rod, less than the diameter of your pinky finger runs horizontally through it, poking out either end. Your former testicles were both impaled by it, and you see that something has been attached to either end of the rod. From this point, thin silvery chains are attached, which run up past tiny penis, which has shrunken even further at this point. Under an inch long and very thin, it truly resembles nothing more than a real clitoris now, with your foreskin providing the clitoral hood. The chain continues up to your navel, which you see has been pierced, then up to your neck, where it passes through a ring on a leather collar that has been wrapped around your neck. The chains run fall from here back to the floor, then run to the corners of the room where they are secured.

You're wearing very little, but you notice it through your emotional turbulence. It seems to be some sort of lingerie, with a small silken pouch that has slid to the side, but seems to be for cupping your useless balls, attached to some very thin strings that reach around your waist and one that disappears between your ass cheeks. You're wearing a similarly tiny stringy garment to cover your chest. From each of these, as well as attached to your face above your mouth, fall an almost entirely transparent fabric.

You rub your eyes. This can't be happening.

Suddenly, you are hit with a surge of arousal. How can this be real? The feeling builds inside of you, and you reach down to your little clit. Reason totally abandons you, and you begin to stroke it between your thumb and forefinger, then when that fails, you begin to simply rub it any way you can. You desperately tug and rub your clit, trying your best to find relief. You feel almost nothing, and receive no gratification. Your clit stays limp, just like it will for the rest of your life. You sob a little more as the arousal grows, and you realize that the strongest feeling is coming from inside your ass. Your little butt pussy is aching for something to touch it, to push it open and explore inside. Mad with desperation you move your hand to your ass, fingering its opening and sliding easily inside as your ass juice dribbles out. You roam around with your fingers in your hole. At first, this provides some relief, but it only drives you to further passion. Your hole wants to be slammed in places you can't reach. It wants to be abused. It craves the sweet pain of being stretched to its limit, to being conquered by a real man.

You don't know how long you lie there, desperately clawing at your own insides, before the room you're in stops moving, and you hear footsteps outside. You suddenly realize you are inside some sort of box, and you were being carried somewhere. A jet black arm reaches down, unfastening your chains from the corners and giving them a gentle yank, immediately igniting a flare of pain in your ruined testicles.

"Come on out my lovely little lady," says a voice you now recognize as Cocephalos's, "Time to serve your master."

As you scamper out of the side of the box, you look up at him. It's dusk, and a faint light illuminates the place around you. You are still in the wilderness, but a fire has been started and a camp has been set up.

"I liked you so much I decided to keep you," said Cocephalos, "I chose you out of all the others. Of course, you're also the first one I seeded, so it made the decision easier."

"You really are a pretty little thing though. If you know what's best for you, you'll do exactly as I say, when I say it. I own you now. If I feel like you're too slow or ****, well," he says, moving as if to yank on your chain, "If you're really disobedient though, I'll treat you to much worse. Understand me?"

"Yes," you say.

"Yes what?"

"Yes master."

"Good girl, a quick learner. You're probably a natural. Now, I'm tired from the journey, use your mouth to bring me relief."

You scramble to obey, despite being completely in the open. Prancing up to your master you move quickly between his legs and drop to your knees. You take his head in your mouth as it squishes down your teeth. You begin to suck, then realize with terror he might want your whole throat. Thinking quickly you adjust yourself so you are squatting with his head in your mouth. You begin to bob your head, then your whole body. You rise and squat, maneuvering your tight throat as necessary to help slide as much of his massive shaft as possible into you. The smell of his potent masculinity makes your head swim, as well as the lack of oxygen that you're desperately exposing yourself to. Your arousal from the trip never died down, and this total disgrace has brought it to new heights. As his shaft brutalizes your mouth and throat, you convulse then your entire body shudders. Pee flows freely from your clit as you piss yourself in submission, like a bitch in heat. It feels so right, so much like what you were meant to do in life... You snap yourself out of this. Just because they took your testicles doesn't mean they stole your manhood. You're only doing this because you have to to survive. You must remain strong.