And yet still I walked into his control the following day. I examined my alien body. Gay sex Like an obscene human mannequin. Such an utter waste of my life, and yet I can do nothing about it. I know it now. I am not even given the dignity of being able to defecate.I was released back to my student room the day prior to my enslavement. He brought me back to consciousness and I rose from the settee. My mind understands that I was physically unable of doing so, but I still find it difficult to accept that all of this could have been avoided. He wanted my balls to remain, so that I retained my masculine body. I know the depths of my control and humiliation. Treatment at the hands and medical direction of my respected consultant. My urethra now re-routed out of my arse, to remove any sense of remaining a man. But all I can do is wait. I understand now that I have been hypnotised. I knew my destiny. My whole body an aching monument, a testimony to his total control over me.I used to be normal.
