He backed off a bit, "You like being my whore?" he asked, looking at me. I hesitated for a few seconds, "Yes daddy" I started, "I like being your whor...". I knew this was what he wanted me to answer for he always called me that whenever he wanted sex. "You'll do whatever I want, won't you?" he now asked. Again I answered "Yes daddy" then, "I'll do whatever you want" lowering my head a bit in a bit of shame. "Suck my cock whore" he then said sternly and without needing any prodding, I got. He had us laughing from the minute we met him though. After many drinks the bar closed and the guy asked if we wanted to grab another drink. He mentioned that he had a bunch of samples and why spend more money at another bar and cab fare when we could join him on his balcony. We both thought nothing of it, at least I didn't think of anything else but another yummy glass of wine. We were having such a great time his idea sounded great.We went up to his room and he asked what I wanted. I said. I don’t think they’re over-heavy with medical jargon, but if there’s anything you don’t understand I’ll translate it into English.”* * * * * * * *His e-mail arrived a week later.Wassersug and Johnson had published several papers about castration with various co-authors. They said that about forty percent of castration fantasists have a ‘fetishistic’ interest, in other words the idea of castration excites them sexually, and are ‘at low risk of irreversible genital mutilation’. Twenty percent. So, two of my friends who are the same age as me and I decided to go out on a trip to Ooty. This happened after all kinds of lockdowns were over. My friends’ names are Sanjeev and Madhumitha (names changed for privacy reasons), and they are a couple. Sanjeev got the car from his dad. He picked up his girlfriend Madhu and me on his way. We had made all the arrangements, like booking the room and all. We started at Vellore at 9 am in the morning and reached the hotel at 5 pm in the evening.We.