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MY FIRST JOB It was my first job in the city. I was real happy with it and my new salary. Finely some real spending money to do what I wanted. I had a woman boss who was a little stern with us guys but what the hell; she was only a rung on the corporate ladder. I hoped to move up in the organization so it would not last for long. I planned to move downtown as soon as I could save enough money. However for now, I had to commute by train. I was 6’ 3” and had thick wavy black hair with brown eyes and a body I worked on ever since puberty kicked in. I was everything a woman could want and more. My 8 inch cock and large balls were framed with a thick black forest of pubic hair with a nice narrow hairline to my navel nested on my flat stomach. At the gym, my height and budging workout shorts caused obvious stares at my crotch. I even laughed at some men who took pleasure in more then a passing glance. I would proudly walk naked across the locker room with my long dick swinging back and forth just to see who looked. Walking to the train at night I would pass the usual street people. There was always something goofy to see. Panhandlers, beggars and performers. But what I failed to see was the two men who had shadowed me down the sidewalk for a few nights. Friday night came and I was happy to be rid of work for the week. I was headed home to a local bar to see what was going on and what attractive women I could entice into bed. It really was not much of a challenge. Walking past the street people I sensed that there were two people keeping pace with me. I turned, they turned. Then a car pulled up along side me and the two men pushed me into the opening door. I was body slammed onto the back seat and the two men jumped in on top of me. The door shut and we sped way. My heart was racing as I tried to scream. I was bucking all over the back seat when I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I had been injected with something that drained my will to fight. I was still conscience and could hear and see everything around me. The men then pulled the car down an alleyway and into an awaiting warehouse. The large door shut and the car stopped. Like a rag doll, I was pulled out of the car and carried by my arms and legs to an awaiting wooden bench. It was strangely designed in a Y shape. Once I was laid out on the table. I felt my suit being removed. These men took great pleasure in stripping me. They ran their hands up my legs and into my crotch. They even started to jack me off. Again I tried to scream but nothing. I think I actually laughed and said don’t rip my suit. One leather men put his cock to my mouth and shot cum across my face. I could feel the warm dripping fluid but could not wipe it away. They laughed at my choice of underwear, tidy whites. A man said that I would no longer need those. Once I was stripped of all my clothes, I heard the one man say that I had a nice cock and very large balls and that it was going to be ashamed to waste them. But those were their orders. Waste them, I thought? I use them every weekend to make some young woman very happy not to mention my satisfaction. Next, iron wrist and ankle cuffs were attached to me along with an iron collar. I could feel the cold iron and was very confused. Once securely chained reality and horror set in. I saw one of the men with a large cleaver. My cock and balls were placed on a piece of wood and I was given another injection in my groin. Another man dressed in shiny leather shorts with leather straps over his chest and a leather cap stood over me and explained that I was going to lose my cock and balls for the sole purpose of their employer’s pleasure. SLAM! The cleaver in one swipe removed my manhood. My beautiful package dropped to the floor like a raw steak. Although I felt no pain the reality was that I was no longer a male. I could only collapse into darkness. After that, I woke up and was told that I am now a eunuch slave boy. My sole purpose in life was to service my mistress in any way she wanted. I was kept nude in a cage until my wounds healed. My meals were given to me in dog bowels. A few days later, I had regained control of my muscles but it was useless as I was very secure. A person who was sexless came to me and led out of the cage by my chains and secured me to the wall. The eunuch had breasts and a huge brand on its chest. I said, “Property of Mistress Alaina”. There I stood naked and helpless. It spread some cream on my arms, legs and crotch. It said that once the liquid soaked in I would be shaved as mistress only allowed hair on our heads. I thought to myself what kind of nightmare is this? Then the branding iron was brought in and I received my very own on my chest. That afternoon, I was lowered into a deep stone walled room. There were about 7 other eunuchs in with me. Although my ankle wrist and collar cuffs were still on, my chains had been removed. I started to ask questions of these eunuchs and this is what I learned. All the other young men in this dungeon had held my job prior to me. Our woman boss was our mistress and she kept us eunuch harem slaves as her pets. We would sleep head to feet with our eunuch mates in our cages and our heads were secured with iron clamps between our mates legs so that our noses and mouths were stuck in our eunuch mate’s asshole. We were rented out for other women’s pleasure and often fucked with glass dildo’s. We were often humiliated at the whim of our mistress. We were hosed down every day as our stench smelled of animals. The men in leather were her employees. They had there male equipment and used it sometimes to keep us in line. We were only allowed to dance with each other for exercise in the stone walled room. This was like that Eagles song, Hotel California where some danced to remember and some danced to forget. I at first danced to forget. She would command us sometimes to dance faster and faster and then just laughed out loud saying I just love my pretty, pretty boy’s sweet summer sweat. In the end I pleased mistress more then her other eunuchs. It was enough that I was removed form the mate cages and I was allowed to sleep just outside her bed chamber with a huge dildo up my asshole. I had to learn to sleep sitting on my knees. I was invited in to lick her cunt and clean her lover’s peckers of an unusual tasting mixture of cum and cunt juices. The only explanation I ever got from her as to why she collected young men and made them eunuch slaves was that she just hated us young studs coming into her office and not giving her the respect she demanded. After about two months we were joined with another young cockles, ball-less naked eunuch stud for her express service. His first job was to keep my asshole clean as mistress did not like any smell coming from us bedchamber slaves. |