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I awoke to find myself in a strange building. The room appeared to be some kind of doctor’s office. It didn’t register for a moment, as my mind was drugged, but I soon began to realise that Martin must of done so much damage to me that I ended up in hospital. My head was spinning, and everything in my line of sight was blurry. A fuzzy face floated over me and I felt a pinch as a hypodermic was inserted into my arm. I drifted off into deep, dark unconsciousness again.
When I woke up I found myself in a small room. Ian’s face came into focus, as did Martin’s. “He’s awake”, Ian whispered. “Welcome back cuntboy” Martin growled. The look on his face spoke volumes. I mumbled a slurred “what’s happened” to the two guys, to which Martin responded with an evil laugh. “You’ve been a naughty little fucker – so we’ve punished you”. I groaned, trying to figure out what he meant when another face floated into view. It was Karen. My eyes opened wide in panic. “Remember me?” she demanded. “The woman you raped. And now I’m fucking pregnant because of you!” Karen had hot tears streaming down her face, and in a moment of pure anger she slapped me. I was seeing stars when Martin spoke again. “Actions have consequences bitch. You’ve got a kid coming. Karen doesn’t believe in abortion – and neither do I – so she’s going to have your baby. However don’t expect her to look after it. You’ll be a father to it, and a mother. You better do a good job too, because you are never getting another chance” I looked him, and a cruel laugh escaped. “He still hasn’t realised. We’ve castrated you. You have no more balls bitch”. I moved my hand down and pushed my cock away to prove them wrong. They were not lying - my balls were gone. I opened my mouth to scream, protest – anything, but Martin was too quick for me and forced a gag into my mouth. Martin and Karen proceeded to strap me to the table, as Ian held me down. Again I felt the pinch of a hypodermic and I slipped away again. The next morning I woke in my bedroom, back at Ian’s place. I figured it must have been a bad dream. I pulled back a duvet and reached down. I found out I wasn’t I slumped back and cried, not realising who was also present. *** I am a eunuch now. I’ve lived like this for one year, and I live in complete sexual service to Ian and Martin. They sometimes bring me to clubs and let me suck cocks or get fucked by guys, but since they cut me, I’m more often their sex slave. Martin and Ian’s fucks are very rough now – I am considered nothing but a hole for them to use and cum in. My child was born, and I am a father to it also. Karen continues with her career and does not in any way consider the child her own. The boy’s name is Martin, at Martin’s insistence – I feel just to humiliate me further. Karen, when she found herself pregnant, visited Martin and Ian one night to tell them how I had raped her. Subsequently, over a few meetings, both of then, in conjunction with Ian launched the plan. Martin, while in the army, had been a medic – and Karen had access to the surgery. All it took was planning, and plan they did. She occasionally comes round to see us, and sometimes Martin lends her some toys to work on us with. Karen’s favourite is an extremely large strap on, which she uses on us regularly. I say us, because I was not the only one castrated that night. Martin held a serious grudge over the row with Jason. He phoned Jason that night, telling him to come to the clinic because I had been hurt. Jason came around, and soon received the same treatment. Knocked unconscious, and castrated by Martin, Jason is now my fellow eunuch. He was so angry and violent that Martin had to keep him sedated. Over time he calmed down, and got very depressed – and hated me. Once he attacked me, and Martin gave him a serious beating. After about 2 months, he settled down, and now receives the same attentions as me. Our family is nearly complete, except for one. Liam did not come out of this unscathed. Karen called him to the clinic that night. However, his treatment differed. When they started going out, Karen had but one request – that Liam have a vasectomy. He complied, believing he had found love. Karen was out of her mind that night – I think she enjoyed the power. It was beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. She had Martin remove Liam’s penis, and now he is cockless – but still with balls, and a sex drive to match. He still blames me for everything – the rape, the loss of his cock and of course his loss of Karen. She especially likes to fuck him – as does Martin. Liam’s only release is by being fucked – not a situation that a guy who is straight particularly enjoys. Ian won a big contract and expanded the house as a result. Martin junior and the three of us now life in a small, separated wing away from Martin and Ian. We live an unhappy family life, but as it is now, we must accept it. My future is here, and only yesterday Ian told me that Mike and Paul are coming to live with him due to my aunts poor health. I fear for their futures, as I am sure Martin will not spare them his attentions. Today a final stage in our degradation is reached. We are all to have the word “slut” tattooed on our backs, just below our arses. The tattooed pierced guy who performed my body piercings so many months ago has just completed my tattoo. He fucked me before he moved on. Liam is up there now, lying on the table, sobbing gently. I cannot get the thought out of my head that if I had not fucked with his girlfriend we might all still be intact this day.
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