I woke sometime during the night and found myself gagged, blindfolded and tied up, spread-eagle across a large outdoor bench. The night breeze brought goose bumps to my already spent flesh, and I moaned into my gag in pain as I tried to adjust my body to a more comfortable position.
Comfort was not to be had, as I couldn’t move even an inch in my restrictive bondage. It was then, as I was testing my restraints that I realized that the ropes were pulling me apart in five distinct places—both arms, legs and also my testicles, which were very sore but surprisingly still attached to my body!
I was left alone for several hours to ponder the good fortune of having not been castrated earlier in the evening. I was having a difficult time wrapping my mind around this. After all, I had watched as the blade came slicing down, and felt the cold steel slicing into my flesh. Every thing in my mind told me that I should now be an eunuch, but something had saved me from this fate.
Confused as I was, I was greatly relieved that I still had my balls intact. But I must also admit that I was somewhat worried. Part of me had been willing to sacrifice my manhood in order to join the Terrace View Apartment staff, and I was concerned that not having been castrated meant that I had been rejected.
I shouldn’t have worried, as I soon became aware of the small group of onlookers that silently surrounded me for a strange late-night initiation ceremony. Within just a few moments it would be painfully clear that not only had I been accepted into the Terrace View staff, but I would never again be able to escape my lowly position as a sex slave for Houston’s erotic elite.
It all began when my gag was unexpectedly removed. I only had time to lick my lips once before somebody straddled my head and roughly shoved both of their testicles into my parched mouth. It was somewhat surprising, as I could feel the feminine sensation of nylons and taffeta caressing my face, but the testicles that were quivering in my mouth left no doubt that it was a man who was sitting on my face. After some initial discomfort, I found that I could easily accommodate the balls filling my mouth, and something within me decided to play along, so I opted to provide a bit of oral stimulation with my tongue.
