I Think I Fucked Up

I attended a BDSM meet and greet while away traveling for business several years ago. I met several wonderful people there and felt rather at home with them. As the evening progressed I agreed to go with this very nice couple I had just met. We had a great time where each one of us participated in some restraint scenarios in their hotel room. I even participated in my first bisexual encounter and actually enjoyed it. As we gathered ourselves I told them that my business there would take a few weeks and I would be open to meeting again. We parted, making plans to stay in contact although I still didn't know much about them much less their names.

A day or so later this couple contacted me and we agreed to meet again. It was at the same restaurant where I recalled the M&G took place. I had a slight uneasy feeling about this couple as the dinner progressed. They seemed to be a little more aggressive with activities they had planned for us. I got a sense I should excuse myself and leave but my desire for exploring my new found bisexuality overcame that sense. Now I know why I should have listened to that sense and gone my way.

She was an exceptional beauty, he a very handsome man. They were saying the right things towards the end of dinner. I accepted their invitation to go to a hotel with them, a different one than before. When we arrived and checked in they asked me if I could wait in the bar for a few minutes while they got the room ready. I went in and ordered a drink.

While sitting there a woman came and sat next to me. We struck up a simple conversation with her buying me another. The first drink and prior dinner drinks caused the need to relieve so I excused myself while the drink was being prepared. Once back to my seat our conversation continued. It was one that I was enjoying and finding her attractive I wondered if I could convince this woman to leave with me before exceptional beauty came to get me. Again that sense was there that was saying to find my way elsewhere. There wasn’t enough time to convince my bar girl to leave with me as a few minutes later the exceptional beauty came into the bar to get me.

She asked who my friend was so I introduced them to each other. After a few cordial words my exceptional beauty said for me to drink up as the room was ready. My bar companion asked what the hurry was and that she would spring for another round for the three of us. Exceptional beauty agreed and we had another round. During the conversation exceptional beauty explained she was going to tie me to the bed and ravish me with her husband. I knew I would like that as I had a thing for him now. My bar companion said she might enjoy watching that so exceptional beauty invited her along. At this point I started feeling the effects of the drink which was not what I was accustomed to. I'm very tolerant and three drinks would not affect me as much as this. My head was spinning and a hot flush began to come over me. Exceptional beauty took my hand and led me from the bar followed by our new found friend.

By the time we got to the room I could hardly stand. I was totally fucked up. The husband came and helped me into the room and before long I was nude and strapped to the bed. Being pretty much out of it by now I was letting the three of them do most anything they wanted with me. One of them, a woman, straddled my face. A whip struck my nipples causing me to whither in pain. Then something, maybe his cock, invaded my ass. I remember them talking of me needing discipline and I felt it but I was still in a fog. I do remember I felt something squeezing my ball sack and that my cock was hard as a rock. It felt like my sack was being tied tightly as I felt a little pain there. Then I felt this prickly feeling around it. I must have dozed off at this point but do remember something cold pulling hard on my sack and soft hands holding my erection. It also felt wet and somewhat slippery as the pulling continued. I remember feeling a little snap and the area relaxed and was patted softly. It felt strangely different though. I passed out again only to come too with a feeling of something in my ass again. I recognized the husband as he fucked me until he came while the two women pinched and slapped my chest. During all of this one of them pierced my nipple with a syringe and the other sucked my cock until I came.

My orgasm was enough that I went out again, coming too quite a while later. As I opened my eyes and looked around, the room was eerily dark and quiet. I was by myself, alone, untied, with my nipple still pierced with the syringe, and a bath towel crammed between my legs. My groin felt uncomfortable and different. I lifted the towel to see blood all over it and around the base of my cock. Below was a band, that squeezing I had felt, which had been placed around my sack and was now being held in place by three syringe needles just below it. Below that was nothing. That was the cutting point where they cut through my sack and removed my balls. There was nothing hanging there anymore. I sat up as best I could seeing that my scrotum was gone. Fuck me I had been castrated! My balls and sack were nowhere near me nor anywhere I could see at the moment. I gingerly pulled the needle out of my nipple and carefully got up. Being wobbly still I managed to get a hand towel from the bath and pad my groin with it. I knew I was in fucking trouble as I searched the room hoping to find my removed extremities. They were not there. Gone from me forever.

Slowly I dressed, keeping the towel between my legs and headed for the ER. I should have been in a panic but I wasn’t. I think the residual drug, whatever it was, kept me calm. The hospital staff and law enforcement people were very nice through all of the needed surgery and investigation. Healing went well but the investigation turned up nothing. The BDSM group was long gone, nowhere or no one to be found. I fucked up ignoring that sense and trusting myself to that couple and bar friend. l now live my life as I am, a eunuch.