I had downloaded this story a while ago in English, and I took the trouble to translate it to share it, which I think is fantastic. The writer only identified himself as "The Milk Man". I hope you like it.

Part 1
Browsing the internet one day, I came across an ad that said: Are you a chronic and compulsive masturbator? Do you have a fantasy about being castrated or a eunuch? Come to the farm and get the cum of your life - and maybe more. I responded to the ad and was informed that I should be walking in a certain place at a certain time, that I would be picked up and transported to the farm. Of course, I had my reservations about this, as many times before I had responded or almost responded to ads, and they were all dropped by me. But this time, I made the decision to go through with it. The contact had said that I would be given the opportunity to back out after everything was explained to me at the farm. So I thought, "I'm decided, I'll go".

I was walking in the specified place and time, and a moving truck stopped beside me. As it stopped, a guy got out who was wearing very tight jeans, a white t-shirt, and tennis shoes. He was big and muscular, and his head was completely shaved. He asked if I was the one who wanted to go to the farm, and when I confirmed with a nod, two other guys got out of the truck, picked me up like a rag doll, and threw me into the back of the moving truck. They followed me, and soon we were moving. They put a hood over my head and tied it behind my back. My clothes were skillfully removed, my arms bent back, and something like long leather gloves limited my movements from my wrists to my elbows. A wide leather collar was put around my neck, and I heard the click of a camera taking a picture of me in that position. Then they put me face down on the carpeted floor, and cuffs were put on each of my ankles, with a bar that hooked onto them, spreading my legs apart. During the journey, I tried to listen to what they were talking about, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I don't know how much time passed, I lost track and sense of location, but the vehicle finally stopped, the bar was removed from my ankles, and I was taken out of the moving truck. Then a chain was hooked onto my collar, and I was led through a door, then down, and what seemed like a very long corridor. There were many turns, but finally, we passed through another door and stopped. My arms were freed, and I was sat down in a chair, with my arms tied to the arms of the chair. My legs were also tied to the legs of the chair, and a large, wide leather strap was tightly fastened around my chest. Despite the hood, I could hear the door closing, and I was left in silence, thinking I was alone. After several minutes, I heard the door opening, and footsteps approaching. The hood was removed, and as my eyes hadn't adjusted yet, I couldn't see anything, not even the person standing in front of me. There was a light shining towards ...