Kate Beecher and her daughter Mandy watched from their back porch as the

young man slowly trudged his way up their long driveway. From where the

road entered their property at the gate, it was nearly a half mile to the

farmhouse. The day was a scorcher, and as he got closer, Kate could see

that he was extremely sweaty and dirty. When he finally made it up to the

back porch, she observed that he was even younger than she had at first

thought him to be. Looking closely, she now guessed his age at no more than

17 or 18, just a few years older than Mandy.

Kate waited to hear what he would say, but she had already told Mandy that

he would most likely be looking for something to eat, and possibly for some

work. She smiled slightly as he confirmed her guesses. He took off his cap

and asked, "Please Ma'am - do you happen to have any work that needs doing?

I'll work real cheap."

Kate asked him, "What are you doing way out here? This is the last place on

the county road from the highway turnoff at the junction. You would have

found lots more places along the highway." "Yes Ma'am", the youth replied,

"But I guess I got sort of turned around. I've been walking that dirt road

the last five miles or so; I was just about to go back when I saw your place."

Kate asked him why someone his age was wandering around in the first place,

and he replied, "Sorry Ma'am, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Paul

and I kind of had to leave home unexpectedly."

"For what reason?" Kate asked.

"Well Ma'am", he replied, "The neighbor girl kind of came up pregnant, and

she told her old man that I made her have sex. It wasn't true, but now the

sheriff's looking for me and I had to get out of there."

"Tell me the truth", said Kate, "Was it you, and did you force her?"

Paul kind of blushed and hesitated, and half turned away. Finally, he said

that could have been him. "But", he added, "It also might have been any of

a half dozen other guys, and I didn't force her."

Something in his demeanor and in the way he answered made Kate suspect he

wasn't telling the whole truth, but she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

She needed somebody on the place, and decided to give him some work, food,

and maybe a place to sleep as long as he agreed to abide by her rules.

"Oh, yes Ma'am", he promised, "I swear I'll do anything you say."

Kate told him that before anything else, he would have to take a bath, as he

was filthy and smelled rather ripe. She pointed to the barn and said,

"There's a windmill pump and stock tank behind the barn; it's warm enough to

use." Kate told Mandy to go inside and get a bar of soap and a washcloth.

When she came out with them, Kate told the young man, "Now listen to what

I'm telling you."

"I don't want you getting the tank all soapy, so you just strip off those

filthy clothes next to the tank and use this soap and washcloth to clean

yourself real good. There's a bucket by the pump you can use to rinse off

with. When you're clean, you can get in the tank for a soak; we try to keep

it real clean, as Mandy and I sometimes like to have a soak ourselves."

Paul took the soap and washcloth and headed for the back of the barn. Mandy

told Kate, "We could certainly use some help around here Mom; ever since Dad

died it's been real tough."

"I know", Kate replied, "But this boy doesn't strike me as someone who will

stick around unless he has good reason to." "And", she continued, "I'm not

really comfortable with that business about the neighbor girl getting

pregnant."

Kate continued, "As filthy as that boy's clothes are, it's not going to do

any good for him to wash himself without them getting cleaned too. I

believe I'll go collect them and put them in the wash while he's soaking in

the tank." Mandy offered to go get them, but Kate said she was perfectly

able to do that herself. She said, "It will also give me a chance to do a

little more checking on him." She walked around the back of the barn just

as Paul was just pouring a bucket of rinse water over himself. "Oops", Kate

said, "I figured you'd be soaking in the tank by now."

Paul gave a yelp of dismay and dropped the bucket as he tried to cover

himself with his hands. "Oh, shucks boy", Kate said, "You sure haven't got

anything I haven't seen before. I came to collect your duds so they can be

washed too."

Paul just stood there in a panic, not knowing what to do or say.

"Good gosh boy, don't have a fit" said Kate, "Here, let me finish rinsing

you off." Kate grabbed the bucket, filled it, and up-ended it over the

young man's head. Paul gasped and had to use his hands to keep the soap and

water out of his eyes. Kate casually inspected him and saw that he looked

fit and trim enough, but that his "equipment" was a bit on the puny side.

She told him to hop into the tank, and as he quickly complied, she said,

"I'd be real surprised if it really was you that got that girl pregnant -

that little thing of yours just doesn't look up to the job." Paul blushed

beet red and Kate teased, "Don't be so sensitive boy, I'm just making a

little joke."

Kate picked up his clothes and turned back toward the house just in time to

see Mandy duck back out of sight behind the barn. "So", Kate thought,

"She's been doing a little spying of her own." "Well", she reasoned, "I

guess that's only natural, and there's no real harm in it." Back at the

house, she told Mandy that she had seen her peeking. Mandy replied that it

was the first chance she ever had to see a "grown" boy without any clothes

on. "I've seen Billy and Brett Johnson skinny dipping in the creek lots of

times, but they're not even in their teens yet."

Kate asked, "What did you think?"

Mandy paused a moment, and then said, "Well, I guess I kind of thought his

"thing" would be bigger; it's hardly any bigger than Billy's or Brett's."

Kate laughed and said that Paul actually was pretty puny in that department,

but not all boys his age were and she had better not forget it.

"Do you think he might stay around awhile?" Mandy asked. "I don't know"

Kate replied. "But if the sheriff really is looking for him, he might."

Paul's clothes were run through the washer and dryer, and by the time they

were ready - he had been soaking until his fingers were wrinkled. Kate

brought the clothes out and left them on the windmill, as well as a towel

for him to dry off with.

Later, when he had dressed, a still-embarrassed Paul came up to the house

and Kate had him come in for a meal. He ate like he was starving and Kate

had to tell him several times to slow down. After lunch, she showed him

numerous chores that had to be done and set him to work. That evening, she

took him to the barn and said, "There's no extra bedroom in the house, but

the barn is fairly weather-tight and should be comfy enough for sleeping.

There's plenty of hay, and here's a pillow and a couple of blankets."

Five days later, Paul was still with them. Kate told Mandy that he was a

very good worker, and she wished she knew of some way to get him to stick

around. Mandy agreed, and said she also wished he would stay. This caused

Kate to give a sideways glance at her daughter. Two days later, Kate sent

Paul to the other end of the property to hoe a bean field. It was another

hot day and Mandy decided to soak in the tank, as Paul was busy in the far

field. As usual, she just stripped by the windmill pump and climbed into

the tank. She did not see Paul return to the barn to get a sharpening stone

for his hoe.

Half an hour later, Kate went to the barn for a pail of grain to feed the

chickens. She entered by the small side door and went to the grain bin. As

she filled her pail, she heard small noises coming from the loft above her

head. Puzzled, she put down her pail and quietly climbed the ladder up to

the loft. With a shock, she saw Paul at the end of the loft by the open hay

door. He was kneeling and looking out at the windmill. His pants were down

around his knees and he was rapidly masturbating. Before Kate could say

anything, Paul suddenly arched back and began to squirt long ropy globs of

semen from his cock. It spattered onto the wall beside the hay door and

slowly began to run down in pearlescent streaks. He was so involved in what

he was doing that he never heard Kate come up behind him. Kate looked out

the hay door and saw Mandy, naked in the tank below.

Paul nearly had a heart attack when Kate suddenly began to shout behind him.

"Here we give you food to eat, a place to sleep, and you repay us like

this!" Paul could only gasp in dismay, still holding his half-erect cock

which continued to ooze a final few drops. Kate snatched a harness strap

from the wall and in blind fury, began to whip the panic-stricken boy. He

tried to protect his face, and Kate took the opportunity to land a few

directly on his genitals. He screamed and fell forward, clutching himself.

Then she began to whip his buttocks, and he was reduced to a crying, sobbing

lump by the time Kate's anger had subsided.

Mandy heard the commotion, tossed on her clothes, and ran to the barn. Kate

explained to her what Paul had been doing, and Mandy found she was more

interested and curious than offended - but she didn't tell Kate that.

Later, Kate was lecturing the thoroughly embarrassed Paul that it seemed

that he would have to leave after all, and he would be lucky if Kate didn't

call the sheriff as well.

Paul was begging now, and pleaded with Kate not to make him to leave. He

said that he would never do anything like that ever again if she would just

allow him to stay, and not call the law. This further raised Kate's

suspicions that he maybe had forced that neighbor girl after all. Kate

thought for a moment and then told him, "You're sure right about one thing,

if I let you stay - you certainly won't be doing that anymore. In fact,

before I even consider letting you stay, you're going to have to agree to

anything I decide on."

"Oh please", begged Paul, "I swear I'll do anything you want, I promise."

"Don't be so quick to answer, because you don't know what it is yet", said

Kate. "You just get yourself back out to the barn right now, and I'll be

along in a while. In the far corner there's an old saw-horse with a saddle

across it; you just go on over and stand by it, and wait there for me."

Kate turned to Mandy and said, "I guess you're old enough by now to know

about certain things. It just might be for the best if you come out too and

see what I'm going to have to do to that boy now."

She went to a closet and took out a box. "Your father used to use this

stuff when we had cows on the place; it's been up here for a long time."

Mandy asked what it was, and Kate explained that it was a tool for

castrating livestock and an electronic device for collecting bull semen.

She continued, "You can't keep male livestock around the place unless you're

specifically using them for breeding; they just cause too much trouble

otherwise. And now, it looks like Paul is no different."

Kate explained that it was the hormones produced by the male's testicles

that were the problem; once they were removed, males became calmer and much

less interested in sex. When they got out to the barn, Paul was waiting

obediently next to the saw horse. Kate told Mandy to go and find some

lengths of rope, and then turned to Paul.

"Okay Paul, you said that you would do anything if I let you stay and didn't

call the law." "Well", she continued, "for starters, you can just take off

every stitch of clothes you have on, lean over that saddle, and don't move."

Paul thought he was going to get another whipping, possibly even more severe

than the one in the hay loft. Although thoroughly frightened and

humiliated, he obediently began to undress. Mandy returned with the rope

just as he was taking off his underwear, and she couldn't suppress a little

giggle. This did nothing to put Paul any more at ease. Kate quickly bent

him over the saddle and used the ropes to securely tie his ankles and wrists

to the sawhorse legs. Bent over and with his legs spread apart, his

dangling scrotum was now completely exposed and accessible to Kate as she

stood behind him. Although somewhat short in the penis department, Paul had

average sized balls that hung extremely low in a loose, long-necked sac.

They drooped far below his now even smaller fear-shrunken penis.

Kate picked up another length of rope and doubled it a few time. She stood

to one side and sharply brought it down several times across his buttocks,

and he howled in pain. "Paul", she said, "I want to know the truth about

that neighbor girl. Did you force her? I'm pretty sure I know the truth,

but I want to hear it from you, and you better not lie to me." Paul began

to sniffle and finally admitted that the sheriff's charge against him was

legitimate. She now told him, "Paul, you now have only two choices. Either

you agree to a certain 'procedure' that I simply must insist on if you are

to remain with us, or I call the sheriff right now to take you away."

Paul stammered, "Wha-what procedure?"

Kate took out the emasculating device and showed it to him. "This is a tool

for castrating livestock, but it will also work just as well on a young man

such as yourself. I simply can't risk having you here around Mandy the way

you are, so you are going to have to agree to let me castrate you." Paul

began to plead and beg, but Kate was adamant. "What's it to be Paul? Do

you consent to my using this on you, or do I call the law to come and get

you right here and right now?"

Paul was in a quandary as he tried to choose between the two thoroughly

unpleasant choices. The thought of castration filled him with icy fear, but

the thought of going to prison, possibly for years, scared him even more.

Reluctantly, he agreed to let Kate use the tool on him.

Kate now took from the box a can of shaving cream and a safety razor she had

put in while back at the house. Paul jumped at the shock when she began to

spread the lather all over his dangling sac. As she shaved him, Paul's

penis stiffly erected, but Kate ignored it. She thought to herself, "It

won't be long before that's cured once and for all." She used a towel to

wipe his scrotum, leaving it soft and pink.

Now she picked up the tool and readied it. It was the type that applied a

loop of rubber surgical tubing around the scrotum, pulled it into an

extremely tight noose, and then applied a metal clip to the tubing to hold

it. The loop of rubber tubing was pulled so tight that it cut off all

circulation below it, and if left on long enough, caused the testicles and

scrotum to die. With livestock, the dead tissues dried up, withered, and

eventually fell off in four or five weeks. Kate had no intention of letting

things go that far, and planned to modify the procedure somewhat.

She slipped the loop of rubber tubing up over Paul's testicles, high on the

neck of his dangling sac. Then, she began to tighten the loop by ratcheting

the tool's handles. The loop of tubing pulled tighter and tighter, and Paul

began to moan. Nauseating pain flared in his balls and spread up into his

stomach as the loop constricted remorselessly, sealing off his testicles.

Kate made an adjustment to the tool, applied the metal clip to the tubing

and crimped it, and then cut the ends of the tubing. Then she stood back

and said to Mandy, "We have to wait a bit now, I want everything to go as

numb as possible before I start any cutting."

Some time later, she reached into the box and took out her deceased

husband's old straight razor. "This is probably still going to hurt a lot,

so I'll try to get it over with just as quickly as I can. Believe me, I'm

not doing this to inflict pain, it's just something I have to do before I

can allow you to stay here around my daughter." Kate grasped Paul's now

darkened scrotum in her left hand and stretched it down even further. He

continued to moan, but that was to change dramatically a few moments later.

Kate took up the straight razor in her right hand and positioned it just

down from the constricting band of tubing. She looked over at Mandy to see

how she was taking all this. Instead of the expected apprehension and

possible queasiness, Mandy seemed more interested than anything else.

Kate shrugged, took a deep breath, and then began to slice through Paul's

scrotum. He immediately began to scream and struggle wildly against the

ropes holding him tied over the saddle. Kate was a little surprised at how

tough the seemingly delicate skin and tissues were, and it took her longer

than expected to complete slicing her way through. She was also surprised

at how little bleeding there was. Suddenly, the last bit of skin parted and

she held his dripping, severed sac and testicles in her hand. She let them

drop, and they made a wet-sounding "plop" as they struck the floor.

Paul was reduced to moaning as the white-hot pain was replaced by a dull,

throbbing ache. Kate told Mandy and Paul that the constricting band of

tubing should keep him from bleeding excessively, and should prevent

infection from setting in. To be sure, she took out a bottle of antiseptic

and wiped the raw stump of Paul's scrotum. "In a few weeks", she explained

to Paul, "the tissues will dry up and the ring will fall off on its own.

Until then, it's probably best you just stay here in the barn and don't wear

anything. That would probably cause irritation, or worse, knock off the

band."

"Now I have to make sure you're kept "emptied" out so that your hormone

levels drop as quickly as possible. The sooner that's done, the sooner

you'll lose those troublesome urges of yours."

>From the box Kate now took out her husband's old electro-ejaculator unit.

It consisted of an electronic pulse generator and a couple of wire-connected

electrodes designed to stimulate the nerves of a bull's penis and

ejaculatory system. Being designed for bulls, the anal electrode probe was

a bit large. Paul groaned, as bent over, Kate greased it with Vaseline and

then slowly forced it up his rectum to rest against his prostate gland.

Then she clipped the other electrode to his penis, and turned the control

box on. Paul gasped and flinched in mini-spasms as the current suddenly

throbbed through his pelvic region. Kate knelt behind Paul, reached under

him, and grasped his penis as Mandy simply stared at her mother in wide-eyed

surprised wonder. In spite of the considerable pain he was still in, Paul's

penis "rose to the occasion" and soon was at its "full" four and a half inches.

Still tied over the saddle, Paul began to twist and writhe as the electronic

impulses mercilessly throbbed through his prostate and penile nerve endings.

In just a few minutes he began to thrust and buck, and Kate knew he was

about to come. Still holding his penis, she felt its rhythmic pulsing as

the first spurts of semen began to gush from the end. She left the control

box on long after he ceased thrusting and spurting, making sure he was

"milked" of every last drop. She cleaned her hands on a towel, put away her

instruments, and spoke to the spent, quivering, softly sobbing youth. "Just

to make sure you don't get any foolish ideas about running away, I'm going

to lock you up."

Paul scarcely heard her in his present state. He was still in considerable

physical pain, as well as being emotionally and psychologically crushed.

Kate told Mandy to fetch a ten-foot length of chain and two padlocks from

the tool shed and to bring them back. Kate looped one end of the chain

around a post beam where Paul made his bed and fastened it with one of the

padlocks. She told Mandy to untie Paul from the saddle and saw horse, and

bring him over to her. As he stood unresisting before her, she looped the

other end of the chain around Paul's right ankle and used the other padlock

to secure it.

Each morning thereafter, Kate used the electro-ejaculator on Paul to drain

him. At first, he erected and ejaculated fairly normally, though in smaller

and smaller amounts. Kate soon noticed that his semen was no longer thick

or pearly-white, but had become thin, watery, and almost clear. By the

second week, it took longer for Paul to get an erection, and even longer for

him to ejaculate. In the third week, Paul could no longer get a full

erection, and Kate had to "assist" matters by also manually milking his

penis while she used the electro-ejaculator. Even under this intense

dual-stimulation, his ejaculations only amounted to a few tiny drops of thin

fluid.

Paul eventually began to have frequent lengthy periods of impotency; and

soon after, his penis could not be coaxed into any semblance of erection.

Even with the electro-ejaculator at its full-power setting while Kate

forcefully milked his flaccid penis, Paul's rapidly advancing impotence had

become complete and permanent. For Paul, this was actually welcome news.

Designed to ejaculate full-grown bulls, the device at its high setting was

extremely unpleasant to the point of being painful as it vainly tried to

stimulate his now permanently dysfunctional ejaculatory system into action.

At the end of the fifth week, the remains of his scrotal stump had dried up

and he awoke one morning to find it had fallen off. Without the normal

influence of male hormones to allow erections, his penis had begun to slowly

shrink. Already small to begin with, it would eventually shrink to the size

of Kate's finger. All he had now under his steadily shrinking penis was a

small circle of slightly puckered scar tissue where his scrotum and

testicles once hung.

Kate said to Mandy, "Well, it looks like it would be beating on a dead horse

from here on." She was finally satisfied that Paul was now completely

"harmless" to be around Mandy, and took off his chain. It had been Mandy's

chore to feed him, and take care of his daily needs. By now, she was so

used to seeing his nakedness and castration, and he was so used to her

seeing him like that, neither thought much about it anymore. Kate unchained

Paul and gave him back his clothes. He now went through a bout of

depression brought on by regret over his hasty decision to choose castration

rather than jail. But he eventually came out of it, settled down, and

became a very good worker.

Because Paul was still wanted by the sheriff, Kate and Mandy soon realized

they had nothing to fear concerning his running away. Even better, he could

now be counted on to take on any job on the farm and see it through without

any "distractions", sexual or otherwise. He still regretted his decision to

allow Kate to castrate him, but that was water under the bridge. All the

regret in the world wasn't going to change one thing. Like it or not, he

was now a sexless eunuch, and nothing or no one could alter that fact.

Eventually, Paul found he actually had no desire to leave the farm

regardless of the sheriff's interest in him. He realized that he really had

no other place to go, or any other life to lead. Going out, dating girls,

and possibly eventual marriage were obviously not in the future for him. He

also found that he simply didn't want to face other people's reactions

should they ever find out his "secret."

Time passed and the weather turned colder as winter approached. Although

the barn was suitable for warmer weather, it soon became apparent that it

wouldn't do for Paul to stay in any longer. Even though there was no spare

bedroom, Kate now felt secure enough to have him sleep on the sofa. Winter

also brought on a reduction in the outside work needed, and Kate began to

use Paul's extra time with cleaning house, and assisting with the laundry,

cooking, and dish washing. Eventually, she had him take over all those

chores completely.

She and Mandy slowly began to realize that there were immense benefits to be

gained by having an obedient young eunuch to serve them, especially one as

firmly under their control as Paul now was. By mid-winter, Kate had begun

to use Paul for occasional back rubs, which soon progressed into scrubbing

her back while she bathed. Mandy was not unaware of any of this, and

demanded her "fair share" of Paul's time as well. Kate thought about it

and finally reasoned that since Paul was now totally incapable sexually,

there was no real reason why not. By springtime, both Kate and Mandy were

using Paul not only for back rubs and scrubs, but as their full-time

personal servant.

He had been quickly and thoroughly instructed by Kate on how to give

full-body massages that as often as not, included extended oral service as

well. And in the bathroom, he now gave both Kate and Mandy full bath

attendant services including total body washing, rinsing, and drying off.

He made sure the bath water was just the right temperature, that there were

plenty of soft clean towels, and cleaned up everything afterwards. No

longer physically or mentally capable of any sort of sexual response, Paul

now looked on providing such intimate services as no different than his many

other routine domestic chores and duties around the house.

The original burden on Kate and Mandy of running the farm and the house by

themselves had become much less. They were now glad that Paul had come into

their lives, despite the earlier fuss and bother he had put them through.

He was now such a docile and compliant worker and servant who performed all

his tasks, chores, and other duties so well, that neither Kate not Mandy

would ever dream of trading him for any "whole" male. Having now had

first-hand experience with the many advantages of having a eunuch as their

virtual slave, both mother and daughter agreed that it were ever possible,

they would try to acquire another vulnerable young man. And, they would use