After The Game

In my second year in college, my friend Jake persuaded me to attend the big basketball game of the season between our school, Polimorf Tech and our traditional rival, Sandhill College for men, which was just ten miles away. We decided to stay overnight and booked a motel room. I wasn't that keen on it. It was fairly rowdy at the game with our side yelling that our team was going to de-ball Sandhill. But actually we lost and their fans went wild. Jake and I went back to our motel and I said I wanted to take a walk after sitting for so long. The motel was on the edge of town so I walked toward the bright lights.

I had to take a leak so I walked down a dark street where I could do it quietly. As I was pushing my cock back into my pants a car drew up beside me. I looked up, a young man opened the window on the passenger side next to the driver and said, "Excuse me sir. Can I ask if you saw tonight's game?" He had that college boy look, short blond hair, a fresh face, and horn rimmed glasses.

I leaned down to answer him and said, Yes I did. He said, softly, "May I ask whom you were rooting for?" I smiled at that and said, "Why Polimorf, naturally. It's my school." With that I felt someone in back of me with a gravelly voice, say, "OK, fella, get in the car and I felt something hard against my back between my shoulder blades. I was startled and suddenly afraid, but the back door of the car opened and I ducked down and got in. The man behind me got in also and before I knew it I had a blindfold over my eyes. I was pretty scared at this point.

I don't know how long we drove but finally we stopped and they helped me get out of the car. We walked a few steps and through a door. I could make out bright lights and a lot of noise of a party with men's and women's voices.

The guy who held the gun on me -- I was convinced it was a gun -- yelled, "We got one, we got one." They led me stumbling upstairs. One of them said, "OK Polly wolly, take off your clothes." I hesitated and I felt a shove that almost knocked me over, so I took off my clothes and stood there, still blindfolded. One of them said, "Hey look. Nice bod!" Then, "Lie down on the bed!" Another very throaty voice said, "He don't know where the bed is." I felt another shove and fell down on the bed which was right beside me. The gravelly voice said, "On your belly, pig!" so I turned onto my stomach. I felt ropes being attached to my wrists and ankles with my legs spread apart. Someone pushed a pillow under my hips and the gravel voice said, "Who wants to go first?" No one answered, so gravel voice said, "I guess it's me." I wondered what they were talking about but I didn't have to wait long I felt someone flop down on top of me and I felt warm flesh against mine so I knew he was naked. I felt a finger putting something on my asshole and then I was being penetrated. It felt like a telephone pole going up inside me and I screamed with the pain. Someone said, "Gag the son of a bitch," and my assailant kept on humping me as I felt something wadded into my mouth and then something tied around my head to keep it in place. From the smell, it was someone's briefs, not dirty, but with that sweaty, piss smell.

The pain continued and I felt myself pulling against my bonds. But then the pain stopped as he pulled out. Someone else took his place. The pain was less, and it was a different kind, more sore than anything else. I don't know how many of them fucked me. Then when they stopped they untied me and turned me over, so I was face up. Some one asked another incomprehensible question, "Is Wylie gonna do it?" and someone else answered, "He's gone to get the equipment." But then someone got over me and sat on my chest and said, "Suck my cock, Polly!" This voice had a southern accent. I didn't do anything, My ass was still hurting. He slapped my face and said, "Suck it, scum!" I didn't know what to do, but I opened my mouth and his cock pushed in. The voice said, "You bite me boy and you lose a few teeth!" So I put my lips over my teeth and sucked his cock. After only a minute or so, he stopped, stiffened up and shot his load. He pulled his cock out, put his hand over my mouth and said, "Swallow it, asshole. Swallow it." I swallowed it.

He was replaced by someone else. I wanted to wretch. Then someone said, "Ho Wylie. You gonnna do it?" And a deep very masculine voice said, "I said I would, didn't I?" Is he shaved?

It sounded like a strange question and the Southern voice said, "Yeah we shaved him while he was sucking cock." I then realized that there had been something going on around my cock while I was sucking cock, but that I had been only dimly aware of it.

The deep masculine voice said. You guys hold him down. With that someone climbed on the bed and sat on one arm and someone else got the other in a vise like grip even though I couldn't have moved much with the ropes tying me. Then I felt them re-tying my legs but this time very tightly.

I felt a hand on my cock, which was very limp, believe me, from fear if nothing else and to my surprise it was pulled back and I felt adhesive tape of some sort sticking it to my belly. The deep voice said, "First we swab the area" and I felt something brushing a very cool liquid over my balls which were drawn up tight with fear. The Southern voice said, "How about the anesthetic?" and deep voice said, "Don't need any. It's not that painful. Now..." and I felt a hand on my testicles, pulling them out and down and I felt a cold sharp point touch them. I suddenly realized what he was going to do and I screamed, futilely, into the gag. I was crying real tears. I didn't know what exactly was happening. I heard one guy said, "Gosh look at that. They're purple. I expected them to be whiter." The deep voice said, "We snip them with the snips, and voila! He's a eunuch."

The Southern voice said, "Drink this," and held something to my lips. He added, "You're ballless, scum. You're a eunuch, a gelding, a castrato." The deep voice said, "I'll give him a shot too." I felt a needle push into my arm and the lights went out.

I woke up in a hospital bed. I looked around.. I was alone. There was a push button next to my face, so I reached up and pushed it and in a moment a fat nurse came in and said, "Oh, you're awake." I asked where I was. I was in the hospital located about midway between the colleges. The nurse said I'd been in an accident of some kind, and I'd been there overnight. I said, "Have I been out that long?" She said no I was awake when they brought me in, but sometimes people didn't remember much. They found me in a doorway downtown, blood on my pants and unconscious and brought me here. They called my parents but told them it wasn't serious.

As we talked a doctor in a white lab coat and with doctor's stuff in the pockets came in. He was an older man. He introduced himself as Dr. Glick and asked what I remembered about the "accident." I said I didn't remember much of anything. I had stood behind a tree to take a leak and that was all I remembered. He said, soothingly, "Well, you may remember later. You know what happened to you?"

I said, "Did someone de-ball me? I think I remember that."

He nodded and said, "Yes, they did. I'll give you a tranquilizer and we can talk about it later."

I said, "No, I'm OK, let's talk now."

So he told me that it wasn't a big deal. He knew men who had had themselves castrated deliberately. The way he looked at me, I knew he was waiting for me to said I was one of them. I said I'd never even thought of it until it happened. He said, "Well whoever did it knew what he was doing. Medical student over at Jelliffe Medical School probably. That's the nearest one. Took your scrotum along with your testicles and did a very neat job of sewing you up. The kind of stitching job a medical student does because he expects someone to check his work and grade him on it."

Later that day a policeman in plain clothes came in to talk to me about it, but I shook my head and said I had only very vague memories. He said to report back if and when I remembered anything even if it were a couple of years from now.

But I did remember. I remembered that deep warm voice. Someone had called him Wylie. I remembered the feel of the cold knife against my skin and the pain of that first slicing cut, and the terror and how much I struggled and the tears flowing down my face. I knew where Jelliffe Medical School was. It was near enough and we could actually take some courses there if we wanted to.

I was able to leave the hospital he next day and only stayed that long to make sure there were no complications. Dr. Glick explained that the operation under ordinary circumstances is not considered major by any means and I was suffering from shock more than anything. He prescribed hormone replacement therapy,giving me a shot to begin with said I could get patches to wear instead of shots later on. He also gave me some tranquilizers if I needed them.

I returned to school and didn't tell anyone about it. I decided to take biology and psychology courses at Jelliffe which was actually associated with Polimorf. That gave me an excuse to hang around the med school campus. I listened to voices. On the school register I found the name, Wylie. A second year medical student. But I didn't know where to find him and hadn't a good excuse for looking him up.

Then one day in the cafeteria I heard a voice on the chow line behind. A Southern voice that I recognized. My heart jumped to my throat. He was saying, "Wylie, how did you make out in the exam?" My heart skipped a beat as I looked around. There was a tall, slender young man with a lean face and a shock of blond hair. He grinned and said, "I did very well as usual, thanks." It was his voice. I waited, holding my tray while he and his friend sat down. The cafeteria was crowded with few vacant seats, so I managed to sit down with them and listened to them talk, almost not daring to look at him. He didn't recognize me. Why should he? I had been blindfolded and had had long hair. Now I had a buzz cut.

It took me a while to get up the courage to talk to him, but then by chance my luck changed. I remembered sucking cock during my ordeal and something about it made we want to try it again. I knew about the various campus johns where blow jobs were taken and given. I was in the fourth floor john in the library -- a cruising blow-job john -- where I had indulged my curiosity as to whether a cocks tasted as good as I remembered them tasting, when he walked in.He stood beside me at the urinal and took a piss. He had a long cock and he waved it and turned and smiled at me. I nodded toward one of the stalls and he went over to it. I followed him in and sucked his cock. When we came out, I asked, "Are you into leather?" He smiled that dazzling smile and said, "You want to find out for sure?"

He had an apartment off campus and he used a belt on my back and ass. Afterwards we lay in bed together and he graciously let me play with his cock, suck his tits, kiss him, but not on the lips.

At some point he reached for my cock and felt it. Then his hand reached under my cock and he said, surprised, "What happened to you?"

I said someone took my balls.

He said, "Who? I mean, did you have a medical problem?"

I said, "You ought to know. You're the one who took them.

His jaw dropped. He said, "No! Last Spring? Oh God. I was so fucking high. I thought afterwards that it hadn't really happened."

I said, "But you enjoyed it"

He shrugged. I'm sorry. It's a fantasy of mine. But you're telling me I actually did it.

I said, "Is having a slave part of your fantasy?"

"You making an offer?

"I sure am."

He closed his eyes and said, "A real slave. Someone like you...."

I said, "We can make a deal. I'll be your slave and pay for the privilege."

He said, "Hey, I don't need money. My dad is loaded."

I said, "Not with money, but with the rest of my equipment."

He reached down and felt my cock. "Oh God.Oh God! We'll do it publicly . That is, I have a few close friends who are into emasculation. You'll be a nullo. I'll take the whole cock, nothing remaining, not even a stump like some guys have Nothing there but a repositioned piss hole. And your pubic hair will be permanently removed. No scars, nothing.It will look like you never had anything there to begin with." He reached and pinched my tit and said, "We'll take these too, but not right away."

I felt his cock. It was hard as a rock. I went down on it.

He said, "We'll pump you full of hormones so you'll still want sex, but the only way you will be able to have it is when you get fucked and the cock hits your prostate.

I said, "Thank you, master." He kissed me, on the lips this time. He said, "This coming weekend. With no anesthetic and no gag. With a mirror up over you so you can watch it happening. And I can get a friend of mine to bring his camcorder."

I sighed. I smiled. I said "And no anesthetic! My pain will be a further gift to you."

And that's what happened. I have no cock nor balls, just a smooth hairless expanse down there with a small puckered piss hole between my legs. I have no tits either. He took not just the nipples but the whole thing aureole and all so I just have white scars there.