fictionalized tale about a male being sexually nullified and humiliated

by underaged females. If you are offended by such things don't read it.

If stories like this spark your interest I wish you enjoy it. Any

resemblance to persons, places, events or anything else is a total

coincidence . . . and a damn odd one at that. I am interested in

comments, opinions, praise or constructive criticism about any aspect of

it. Send comments to: griffithdune@hotmail.com.

Capture of a Grownup

I was Amy and Mimi's first capture. Amy has dark hair and beautiful

eyes. Mimi has lighter hair, small pert breasts, and a moist mouth. I

was 36. They were only 16 but very determined. And I was horny. Now

they own me. All of me. Oh, and I'm a girl now.

I was waiting for the bus when these two young sirens sat next to me on

the bench and began a conversation. They started with innocent

chit-chat and slowly worked up to more overt flirting. Amy said I had a

pretty smile. Mimi said I had a great body. They were both very touchy

with me. Then without warning Mimi casually let her hand brush along my

crotch and asked if I was willing to play with them somewhere private.

Amy explained that her parents were away and that her and Mimi wanted to

take a grown-up back to Amy's house to learn more about what guys like.

I figured why not. No one would have to know. I'd get off and they'd

get what they want. So I skipped my bus and went the other direction

with these two youths.

Amy's parents had a great big house set off from the main street. Very

large and very quiet. Perfect I thought. They explained that both of

them had had some sexual experiences with boys at their school, but that

these boys seemed so immature and had undeveloped bodies. They wanted

to experience an adult man for comparison. Mimi said with a grin that

I was very lucky to be their selection. I nodded and smiled broadly.

Little did I know what was in store.

At first things went great. Amy fumbled with the button and zipper on

my jeans until she could slide them down. Mimi motioned for me to sit

on the couch and pulled my shirt over my head. Amy took off my shoes

and socks and then lowered my underpants. They weren't wasting any

time. Once they slid my underpants over my ankles and off I was

completely naked. The girls said I was really big and marveled about

how they had made such a good choice. I was solid as a rock. Mimi then

dared Amy to see if she could get all of me in her mouth. Amy took the

dare. Her little girl mouth couldn't possibly take all of me but her

attempts felt fantastic. Amy gave me a thorough blow-job. It was so

good that Mimi said she understood why the boys in school all said Amy

was the best at oral sex. She took most of my load down her teenage

throat, but some spilled out around the corners of her mouth. Then she

kissed me passionately so that I was forced to taste myself on her lips

and tongue. Amy sat on my lap and slowly spread her skirt, pulled her

panties to one side and slid on my semi-shaft.

Caught up in the moment I didn't noticed when Mimi gently wrapped thick

fishing wire around my neck, threaded it under the couch, and then

looped it around my feet. Suddenly I realized that I had been secured

me to the couch so that I could not move without strangling myself. I

asked what was going on, but Amy said not to worry, and contracted her

cunt mussels around my pole. I stopped worrying. Amy then grabbed my

hands and put them around her ass. She said to squeeze her butt. I

squeezed. At that moment Mimi took out a pair of handcuffs and secured

them to my wrists. I was now locked in place, with Amy in my arms

riding up and down on me.

Mimi told Amy that I was now secure. Amy immediately stopped riding me

and calmly dismounted. Amy said "thank god, I think he was about to cum

in me." I was confused. Mimi told me not to worry, because her mommy

was a doctor, so the castration would not hurt a bit. This statement

worried me a lot. I demanded to know what was going on. Mimi explained

that Amy and her wanted to castrate a man and enslave him. She further

explained that Amy was rich, that her parents let her do whatever she

wants, and that I was to be their prisoner.

Still naked and flush from sex, Amy wheeled out a cart with surgical

tools on it. I begged them to let me go. Amy said no way. She firmly

cupped my balls and said they were no longer mine. She squeezed them

tightly so that I winced. Any trouble out of me, she said, and the

procedure will be done without anesthetic. I watched Mimi fill a

hypodermic with some fluid. The hypodermic was then placed with the

needle aimed at the base of my penis. Amy placed the blades of an open

pair of scissors around my cock-head and asked if I was going to

cooperate. I understood her meaning and meekly nodded. Amy put the

scissors down and Mimi shot the hypodermic liquid into my crotch. Just

a "little prick" she said – emphasizing the word "prick." Amy laughed

that it was going to be much smaller soon. They both giggled.

I asked them why they were doing this. Mimi said that they had grown

tired of the mall, and this gave them something interesting to do. Amy

said she'd always wanted someone to lick her vagina without demanding

sex in return. "I'll lick you whenever you want," I said, "just don't

do what your suggesting. . . please." Mimi replied "Not good enough.

Only castration will guarantee what we want." I started crying. Amy

said be a man. But Mimi corrected her that I would soon stop being a

man anyway. Amy took my shaft in her hand and rubbed up and down. Mimi

took a scalpel from the table and cut into my ball sac. Amy slowly

pumped me to keep my state of arousal high. They explained that this

should keep my balls full of semen right up until the final cut.

Because of the injection I could barely feel the knife cutting into my

sac, but I could definitely feel the fishing wire around my neck. And

the handcuffs. There was no way to escape. I realized that these young

girls were really going to take my balls.

Mimi carefully removed my right testicle from the sac and pulled it as

far from my body as the tube connecting it would permit. She stretched

the tube taut. Mimi motioned to Amy, who picked up the scissors and

placed them around the cord. Amy looked at me deeply, snipped the cord

and declared "one down." They repeated the process with the other

testicle. I pleaded with them to let me keep my other ball. But Amy

rapidly shook her head with a big smile on her face, again looked me in

the eye, snipped the cord and said "all gone little man." The

castration was complete.

"Does this mean he'll never have kids?" Amy asked. "Of course, silly,"

Mimi replied. "What about sexual drive?" Amy taunted. "He'll remember

it and long for it but won't have it," Mimi explained. "Oh well. Too

bad for him. I guess its time to sew up his scrotum," Amy said. But

Mimi responded that she didn't know how. "The chapter of the medical

book I got from my mother only shows how to remove everything." At

this statement my eyes grew huge. To this Amy dramatically stated:

"You mean we have to take off his cock too?" "I'm afraid so," Mimi

said, but in a tone that made clear that this was no surprise to the

girls at all. I desperately wanted to break free of my bonds, but all I

could do was pant hard. The fishing wire would have decapitated me if I

moved any harder against it. Now I was begging not for my balls but for

the very organ that made me a man. I prayed that they would show mercy

and let me keep this one remaining vestige of male anatomy. Instead Amy

repeatedly slapped it hard as Mimi reached for a device that looked like

some kind of a clamp.

Just then the front door opened, and a woman who looked like Amy grown

up entered. Saved, I thought. The woman was Amy's mother. "So girls I

see you caught one," she said. "Yes Mrs. Johnson," Mimi said. The

woman approached me and said that if I was in this predicament it must

mean that I had had sex with her daughter. She said that when she was

young she had a tight snatch, and that her daughter likely had the same.

"I hope you enjoyed it," the mother said and went upstairs. "Your mom's

so easy," Mimi said. Amy agreed that she gets just about anything she

wants. I was crushed. This middle aged woman was going to let her

daughter and her friend emasculate me.

Mimi explained that since Amy was the most familiar with my cock, she

should play an active role in its removal. Mimi then directed Amy to

thread a tube on the table down the opening of my pee hole. Amy did as

instructed. Mimi wrapped a round device around my cock. The device had

a sharp edge on the inside. Amy then was instructed to twist this

device like a can opener until the sharp inside edge had cut all the way

through my shaft on all sides. She obeyed. Mimi then pinched my

cock-head and asked if I felt anything. Lowering my head in defeat I

shook my head no. Amy bent down and drew her tongue along my fremium

and asked in a bubbly voice if I felt that. I said no. "Goody," she

said, "it worked." Amy carefully slid my severed shaft up the tube and

placed it on the table. She explained that this meant I would never

have another orgasm. As if this weren't punishment enough, Mimi added:

"You realize that if we had only castrated you, orgasms would have

remained a possibility. Now there definitely a thing of the past for

you." Amy teased that I need not worry because she would have lots of

orgasms using me so there would be enough for the both of us. They both

laughed.

Amy then picked up the medical book they had used and said "Look, here's

the chapter on castration without cock removal. We didn't have to take

it off after all." More laughter. My once beautiful manhood was gone.

Amy asked "what about the scrotal sac still hanging between his legs?"

Mimi diligently carved it away.

Together they bandaged my now smooth crotch. Amy lightly patted it and

declared "Like a little girls' cooche." She then said I was ready for

the next stage. "What next stage," I asked. I couldn't believe they

had anything else to do to me. Mimi corrected my misconception. She

explained that all my hair had to be removed and that my hormone

treatment was to begin. They each wielded an electrolsys machine to my

chest, arms, torso, back, legs and crotch. I was given another shot,

which I was told contained "female stuff."

Mimi said that I should be allowed some time to rest before they taught

me the new rules of my life. My feet were shackled. The fishing line

around my neck that had prevented my escape was cut. I was instructed

to lie down on the couch, which I did. A blanket was draped over my now

emasculated body and I fell asleep.

I awoke alone. My first thought was escape. However, I found a steel

wire securing my cuffs to metal bolts in the floor. I wasn't going

anywhere. After a few minutes the girls came into the room. They

marveled at their capture. They said I was like the perfect sex-pet.

They couldn't be happier that my penis was gone. Amy said to me "Keep

in mind that our own sex lives will be unchanged. At school we'll still

date, kiss, pet, and occasionally suck a football players' dick or let a

teacher slide inside our twats." Amy said I should always remember how

tight she felt when I was inside her, and consider how many other boys

will get that feeling, and how I'll never get it again. Mimi said that

from now on I would serve them, and their friends, in anyway they

desired. Plus I was to keep myself clean and fresh and obey every

command. I was to never object to any demand. Any deviation would be

punished. I really had no option but to comply.

The girls led me to a big room upstairs with a big steel door. Inside

the walls were also made of steel, but they were covered with frilly

wallpaper. It was decorated like a baby girls' room, which they

explained because I was their "new little girl." The room also had an

attached bathroom. Mimi explained that this was my new home. She

removed the ankle cuffs I was wearing and replaced them with two metal

anklets on each leg. She explained that these were electronic and that

if I strayed beyond the perimeter of the house they would automatically

begin shocking me until I returned inside. In other words, I could

never leave. Amy said the shock-effect also could be activated by

either of the girls by pressing a button on a remote device they each

had. Pointing to her neck I saw a pendant with a button on it. Amy

pressed it and I immediately felt a bolt of pain bring me to my knees.

Amy knelt down and released my hand cuffs. They weren't needed anymore.

I was truly at their mercy.

Amy told me I had forgotten to thank Mimi for operating on me. I folded

my arms with indignation. Shock! I said thank you. Amy said "good

boy." Amy then suggested that since Mimi was the "creator of my new

genitals" I should worship hers. Mimi echoed "Oh god yes. I'm dying to

have him, well now her, eat me out." Mimi sat on the bed and took off

her pants. Her pussy glistened. I put my head between her legs and

dutifully licked her little bud. She moaned. She screamed. She came

intensely. Her box quivered in my mouth. Mimi said that if I had a

penis she would fuck me right then and there. Amy said this was why it

was good that they removed mine. Now the pleasure could remain focused

on them.

Amy was next. I kissed and nibbled her crotch for an hour. As she came

she screamed "I'm sooo glad we took off your dick. Suck harder." When

it was done she lay in a pool of sweat. My tongue was exhausted. My

face was covered in their juices. Amy rolled over on the bed and said

with passion "Fuck me now stud. Oh, I forgot, you can't." She then

flipped her hair with an 'oh well' attitude. Amy laughed. Mimi told me

to get some rest. They left the room and locked up.

When I next awoke the girls told me they had an idea. They demanded to

know who my first sexual experience was with. I asked why. Shock. I

told them it was a girl in high school named Dana ____. She had been a

freshman when I was a senior. They asked where they could find her. I

protested that she had no reason to know about any of this. Shock. I

told them she worked for a bank, and gave them the identity of where she

could be found. They explained that my first girlfriend was to be given

my manhood as a keepsake. I pleaded with them not to contact her. The

last thing I wanted was for Dana to find out what had happened. We had

a messy breakup and I knew she'd just adore knowing my ultimate fate.

But the girls insisted.

Mimi went into the other room and made a phone call. I heard some

serious talking and some laughter but couldn't make out the words. When

she returned she told me that Dana would be over after work, and was

looking forward to seeing "the new me."

That evening, the girls made me up to look like a perfect little lady.

A blouse, miniskirt and makeup. A wonder bra gave me the appearance of

small breasts. My hair was fluffed. When the door bell rang I knew

that this was to be my most embarrassing night ever. Amy went to the

front door and brought Dana upstairs. My old girlfriend looked me up

and down and smiled. She asked the girls how long I had been a

transvestite. They corrected her by explaining that I was really more

like a transsexual as I had no male genitals anymore. Dana's eyes grew

wide with anticipation, and asked to see me "down there." I was forced

to lift my mini-skirt, drop my panties and show my crotch. Dana turned

flush. She approached me and ran her hands between my legs. "Kiss me"

she said. I did. "That was great for me because I presume you felt

nothing down there," she said. Mimi interjected that I could do more

with my mouth if she wanted. Dana politely declined because she was in

a relationship with another man and did not want to cheat on him. Amy

then handed me a box, and instructed me to present it to Dana. I knew

what was inside without even looking. I couldn't believe I was being

forced to literally give my first girlfriend my cock and balls. But

that was what was happening. I gave the box over. Dana opened it and

got all choked up. "This is the best gift I ever received." She petted

the package in the box. "Thanks girls," she said. And looking at me

she added "Thank you too. Tonight my boyfriend's gonna get the best

fucking of his life because I'm so aroused right now. Boy is he gonna

be a lucky guy. Much luckier than my old boyfriend – you." The girls

took Dana down stairs and locked me in my room.

The next day I was presented to Amy's mother. . . naked. The older

woman tried to act dignified, but it was obvious how exciting she found

the whole situation. "So my daughter cut off your thing," she said.

Amy told her mommy to try me. The mom sat on the chair and spread her

legs wide. I knew what to do. She tasted all right for an older pussy.

I also tugged on her nipples. She came hard. Afterward she asked

whether the girls had a strap on I could wear to give her a good

fucking. They did, and I did. Of course, only the mother got pleasure

from it. After cumming again, Mimi suggested that they test whether I

could get aroused by being fucked with a strap on. Amy put on the

phallus and entered my ass. It felt good at first but not sexual. But

it also made me very frustrated because it made me want to cum even

though I no longer had any apparatus through which to do so. Apparently

some sexual nerves remained in my anus. Enough to arouse without enough

for release. They quickly realized this and recognized that it was an

additional way to torture me.

The hormone therapy continued and over the next few weeks until my hips

and chest filled out. One day the girls brought home one of the senior

high school's most well-endowed male athletes. I was forced to wear a

dress and was introduced as their cousin from the farm. Amy explained

to the athlete that on the farm girls really learn how to suck dick, and

that I was a star in this department. I looked at her with pleading

eyes, but her stare made clear that I had no choice. Mimi asked the guy

whether he wanted to try me. Of course he said yes. Thus began my

first taste of a man's penis. I knelt down in front of him, unzipped his

pants and removed his cock. I decided to give him a good blow job in

the hopes of pleasing my owners so that they'd maybe treat me better. I

put my mouth around it to lubricate the whole think. I dragged my

tongue up and down the underside of the shaft. I took each ball in my

mouth. I sucked slow, then fast, then slow again. I did everything I

used to like done to me. In no time he shot his load down my throat.

The girls cheered me on throughout. I felt complete shame. They had

made me a cocksucker.

Graduation eventually came for Amy and Mimi. Amy held a huge party. I

was the entertainment. I served countless numbers of graduating seniors

that night. Mostly girls. Some guys. A lot of cunt lapping and cum

swallowing. A bit of ass fucking. After the party, the girls explained

that they had enjoyed me all year but that they had grown bored of me

and needed fresh meat. However, they told me the good news was that

Dana had expressed an interest in renting me to service her and her new

fiancee. This wasn't good news to me. It was unbearable humiliation.

But I had no say in the matter.

I was delivered the next week to Dana's home. Amy paid to install a

security device there as a wedding present. Mimi's wedding present to

Dana was more unorthodox. She operated on me again to create a fake

vagina. Dana said she wouldn't mind her husband fucking me since I

wasn't really another girl. In contrast, he liked the idea because I

appeared for all purposes to be a girl. Dana said it would be like we

got married, except I wouldn't get to fuck her. From that day forward I

was their live-in house girl every weekend. On the weeks I would be

returned to Amy's home. Dana kept my severed penis in a jar she

routinely brought out to make fun of me. One weekend she invited all of

her old high school friends over to show them what had become of me.

They all teased the "cockless wonder."

Over the years the girls captured a series of new slaves. Each time I

was required to give the condemned man a last blow-job. This became

tradition. Sometimes I'm required to do more. Once they made me eat

cook and eat one of the severed penises. I hated the constant reminders

of what the man I used to be. But they loved it.

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