I signed up for the trip because I wanted to see the world, but also so I could spend more time around Jacob Reisling. I'd been in love with him since the day we met - he sat next to me during the orientation for our weightlifting class. After the first two days we actually started to work out, and he asked if I'd be his partner for it. I accepted, and had a hard time remembering to spot him instead of staring at his bulging chest and arms. I wanted to kiss him instead of encourage him. He had a really handsome face, sort of evil looking - his canines stuck out and he wore a goatee, which along with his jet black hair gave him the appearance of a demon. He was better built than I was, but I really improved over the course of the year. I wanted to shower with him all summer after class to check him out, but had to work so soon after class I always had to leave. A year later we had a class together again, on Arabic culture and philosophy. He was as good looking and built as I remembered him, while I had continued to work out and was now his rival in terms of muscularity. We were talking midway through the semester and he mentioned that he was going on the class trip the first three weeks of the summer. When I found that out, I signed up, too. To my extreme happiness, we were the only two men going on the trip (except for the teacher) so all of our hotel assignments had us in the same room. I was pretty sure Jake was gay by now, so was hoping for a vacation of ecstasy. I hinted to him as much as I could, but he never seemed to pick up on it. I would lay on the bed on my jockeys and rub my crotch, or undress in front of him, but he never seemed to react. I, on the other hand, was going insane. I finally got to see him naked. He shaved everything, which only gave me a better view of his cock (average length but pretty thick) and his cut bod. Then came the fateful day the two of us were wandering around the streets of Damascus. We had four hours until we had to meet the others again, and found a little curio shop in an alley. We were both curious, so went in. It had some really neat stuff - hookas and carvings and things. The proprietor was this creepy Arab guy who reminded me of Jafar in Aladdin. When we were paying for our stuff, he talked to us a little. "Americans are you, yes?" he asked. I thought of Yoda. "Uhhh...yeah," Jake answered him. "We're here on a school trip." "Do you like the city so far?" "Yeah, it's pretty neat. Hot, though." "Have a good time. I hope your stay is a pleasant one." We left afterwards to his soft giggling. Right after we got out the door we turned back towards the street. I then heard a Thwack! and Jake make a whimpering noise. I turned to see him collapse, and the Arab who had clubbed the back of his neck swing for me. I tried to duck, but he got me anyway, and I sank to the ground, out before I hit. I awoke naked on a straw mat. Jake was next to me, still out. I sat up and winced; my head really hurt - there was a knot on it the size of Cleveland. I checked both me and Jake out to make sure we were okay; the only thing different was that they had shaved my body bare, as Jake's already was. I shook him gently until he awoke. "Where the hell are we?" he asked. "I dunno," I told him. The walls were stone. There was a door in one wall with a small, barred window in it. I went up to it, feeling like I had a hangover, and yelled outside, "Is anybody there?" A dirty Arabic face appeared in the window, and started to jabber. The man disappeared again. In a few minutes another face appeared in the window, this one cleaner and generally less scruffy looking. The door opened, and the man walked in, followed by the two largest men I have ever seen. Both wore only loincloths and had shaven heads. They turned us around and manacled our hands together, then roughly pushed us out of the room into the hallway. Both of us resisted, and only got slapped for it, and slapped hard. We shut up. The hallway was a few doors long, and lined by cells. We were pushed out of it towards a staircase and then into a line of men. All the ones we could see were Arabic. All were nude and shaven and manacled, just as we were. Every few minutes the line moved up a step or two, and we could hear a lot of talking above us. After a few minutes, we reached the top. The hall turned left sharply, and I could see daylight coming in. When it was our turn to go, burly men grabbed us by the arms and yanked us out onto a wooden stage. There was a man on the side of the stage calling out to several seated audience members, who would occaisionally call back. When we came out, the audience shushed while the man on stage, who I figured was an auctioneer, made motions towards us. One of the guards made us open our mouths and show our teeth, then flex muscles. We were sold to a youngish looking man, maybe 25, who chained our feet as well. Then we got chloroformed. This time when I woke up I was still naked, but Jake wasn't next to me. I was on some pillows in a small room, watched by a well-built German guy who didn't know any English wearing a loincloth. The air was cool and the place I was in looked expensive. After a few minutes, a muscular oriental man came and got me - I began to notice a theme here: hairless bodybuilder-type males in loincloths. I wished some of them spoke English. The oriental man took me to a room with a lot of tables in it - very sterile; and I took it to be an examination room, or maybe an OR. Jake lay on a table, nude, curled up tight and asleep. There was an Arab man in a white lab coat who had the oriental guy put me down on a table. The guy who had bought us was standing behind a glass partition in the next room. At first I was okay with it - this looked like a medical exam. Then they stuck me with something that made me sorta weird - not tired or groggy, just complacent. I was perfectly content to let the world go by on its own. The doctor spread my legs apart on the table and hung them in straps from the ceiling, so that they were raised and apart. He pulled my body down so that my cock hung over the edge of the table, then rubbed alcohol all over my genitals. It stung a little, as they had been shaven again while I slept. I realized that he was probably going to castrate me, but the drug kept me from caring enough to move. It actually just reminded me how horny I was, and how much I wanted to fuck Jake over there in the corner, who I now realized had probably just been castrated. I thought about how my cock would look all by itself, without any balls beneath it, and it actually sort of excited me. I got a boner. I kept thinking about being castrated and worked myself up without even moving. Then I felt the knife begin to cut. I felt my balls come off and spewed - a little blood, but mostly just clear jizz from the prostate. The doctor cursed and wiped me clean, then gave me another shot and I fell asleep. Over the next few weeks, I learned that I had indeed been bought. The men who had captured us were slavers, and our new owner was an Afghan prince who fancied foreign men. Jake and I both knew that we were never going to be rescued, and the security here was so tight we were probably never going to leave, either. I seemed to deal a little better with my castration than did Jake with his. He crashed harder than I, being woken up by hot flashes and just really depressed. After a year or so that, along with any insubordination, disappeared. We got used to it, and, after a while, even got to like it. Our prince made sure we got hormones so our sex drives never abated, and when we weren't needed for some duty we were free to enjoy each other.