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Sections 5 & 6 of PCEB. Hank Cooper's luck runs out. 

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From that day forward, Hank was kept confined in a small, open barred 
cage, on humiliating public display just like some kind of exotic zoo 
animal - there was even a sign posted on the bars detailing the 
particulars of Hank's story in Arabic. The cage was right outside the 
entrance to the arena where the sex shows took place; the arriving 
members of the audience could ogle Hank and leer at his curtailed 
manhood. Hank wasn't required to take part in the shows themselves as 
often as he had before - only every week or two; he had become more 
or less a sideshow.
He was feeling very much like an exhibit one evening as he sat on the 
floor of the cage, his knees bent and legs apart so the passers-by 
could see what they wanted as they went in to see that night's 
performance, which he wasn't going to take part in. One of them, 
wearing a ghutra over a dark business suit, stopped and carefully 
read the notice on the bars. He was a short man, running to fat, 
about five years older than Hank; he peered at Hank and said in 
perfect American, "So you're the one-nut wonder. I've heard of you."
Hank jumped to his feet and took a couple steps forward. "You're an 
American!" he exclaimed with a mixture of hope and foreboding.
The man laughed contemptuously. "By no means, al-hamdu lillah! I was 
born and bred here in our beautiful desert, but I've been in your 
pathetically decadent America for the past six years, studying 
engineering at MIT. Bring yourself over here, slave; I want to 
confirm what this sign says about you."
Hank held back. "What does it say?"
"It merely tells that you are called al-Fahl - the stallion; you were 
born on the thirtieth of August, 1959 in Fort Worth, Texas; you were 
twice married and have fathered two sons and a girl - you will 
engender no more children; you are one hundred ninety centimeters 
tall and weigh ninety-five kilos. It also says that your right 
testicle was excised some four months ago. I should like to have 
witnessed that - tell me, was it extremely painful?"
"I could handle it," Hank replied laconically; after a pause, he 
pleaded, "But why? Why did they do this to me? And why am I here?"
"It is not the place of an infidel slave to ask 'why'. You are here 
for our pleasure - and at our pleasure. Now come here or I'll have 
you chained."
Reluctantly, Hank stepped up to the bars. He tensed up with 
apprehension as the man reached out and took hold of his loose, hairy 
ball-bag, gently fingering the single gland within; then the hand 
proceeded up onto Hank's thick cock, stroking it firmly till it 
filled out and rose up to its full extent. When it was bloated and 
throbbing and Hank felt his load coming, the man released him. "Yes, 
this is a most impressive endowment indeed. I almost begin to 
understand how the male of the American peasantry can be so 
excessively proud of his virility. Once, perhaps, your body could 
have afforded me at least a few hours of pleasure. Unfortunately, I 
only find it worth my while to deal with whole men; eunuchs - even 
partial ones - are of no use to me in that way, no matter how well 
they may be equipped otherwise. Nevertheless, I shall be most 
interested in seeing you demonstrate your talents when you perform 
tomorrow night - see that you do not disappoint me!"
He abruptly clapped his hands and a guard appeared. The man said 
something in Arabic and the guard yanked Hank's arms through the bars 
and cuffed his wrists together at chest level; he was secured against 
the bars in a standing position and certainly couldn't relieve his 
hard-on.
The man moved forward again and all of a sudden let loose with a big 
wad of spit, directly into Hank's face. "You American swine think you 
are so all-powerful - the entire time I was in your miserable country 
you treated me as if I were from some primitive desert tribe, so 
inferior to your advanced society! But it is you who are pitiful 
compared to the ancient culture of this, the birthplace of 
civilization. And tomorrow I promise you that you shall discover for 
yourself the extent of the much-vaunted American might - or the lack 
thereof!"
And with that he passed into the arena, leaving Hank with the warm 
spittle slowly dripping off his mustache and onto his still-stiff 
cock.
The next afternoon he was taken from his cage and the two Vietnamese 
slaves bathed, massaged, and groomed him. They shaved his jaw and cut 
his hair; they trimmed his pubic bush and removed the hairs on his 
scrotum. He knew he was to perform that night, but never before had 
he been prepared so thoroughly. His body was adorned, too. They put a 
jockstrap on him, and his genitals were concealed for the first time 
since he had been there; a wide leather band was bound around his 
head, and a strap set off his twenty-inch left biceps. All these gave 
his big hairy body a barbarous appearance, but it was clear he was a 
slave - his feet were hobbled and a heavy chain was padlocked around 
his thick neck. Two more chains were attached to this collar and with 
these two other slaves led the big Texan captive between them to the 
arena.
Everything was different there, too. All was dark except for a single 
spotlight, and that shone on the naked backside of a white man, 
stretched by the arms from above. Red stripes were being applied to 
his pale flesh by a leather strap, wielded slowly and firmly by an 
unseen arm. Hank thought he could recognize the screams, and as he 
was led around to the back of the stage, he saw he was right: it was 
the English sailor. The chains at his neck forced Hank to step 
forward until he was barely a foot away from the boy's writhing body. 
The boy's blond head only came up to the level of Hank's chest; his 
pain-racked face turned up and the tear-filled, pleading eyes met 
Hank's. He wished there was some way he could comfort the young 
sailor, but what could he do? He reached out and took the boy's head 
in his hands, then leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. 
Immediately, two things happened: the flogging stopped abruptly and 
there was a burst of applause from the audience.
The sailor desperately thrust his tongue up into Hank's mouth. Hank 
had never felt anything like it; his cock started getting hard inside 
the jockstrap. Slowly, the boy's body was lowered and he licked his 
way down Hank's neck and across his hair-covered chest and belly. 
When he was on his knees, the boy's hungry mouth began sucking on 
Hank's cock through the tightly stretched fabric. Hank lost himself 
in the novel sensations, throwing his head back and shutting his 
eyes.
Suddenly the warm eager mouth pulled off. Hank looked down in 
surprise to see that the boy was being dragged away by the arms. Hank 
was left standing alone in the middle of the stage, his big body 
illuminated by the spotlight, his hard-on tenting out the jockstrap. 
He heard an excited murmur of conversation from the onlookers, then 
an amplified voice that ordered, "Pull down the jockstrap, American 
slave, then lock your hands behind your neck."
As he obeyed, the voice said something in Arabic - Hank thought he 
recognized the voice of the man in the suit from the day before. 
Hank's muscular physique was exposed for all to see, his thick shaft 
standing up tall and proud, his single testicle swinging in its 
hairless sac between his husky thighs. Then followed a further Arabic 
announcement, eliciting both applause and laughter.
Once the audience quieted down, the Arabic voice made another long 
speech, which was met only by the sound of indrawn breath. Then the 
speech was translated for Hank's benefit. "One of the clerks in the 
State Treasury attempted to defraud His Highness; he was detected and 
found guilty. For his penalty, he was given a choice: either his 
right hand would be amputated, or he would deliver his virgin 
daughter to serve in the harem. He made the second choice."
A second spotlight went on, revealing the bed upon which Hank had 
performed so often. A young girl was bound to it spread-eagled, her 
eyes wide open with terror. "She will no doubt provide us with much 
pleasure, but first, we will have our large-membered cowboy open the 
way, so that none of us may be guilty of defiling her purity."
Hank was led over to stand in front of her. God, but she's small, he 
thought, as he looked down at her snatch, covered with fine black 
silky hair. He thought he was bound to split her apart. As he knelt 
between her outstretched legs, for some reason he remembered the 
conversation he'd had with Jolene, his first wife, on the night 
before he'd left for Saudi. Drunk as a skunk, he'd called her up to 
say good-bye. "Shit, Hank," she'd said. "You were a real sumbitch of 
an old man and I'm lucky to be rid of your ass, but I gotta say I 
sure do miss that ol' sixteen-ounce beer can you got there in between 
them legs of yours."
He lowered himself on top of her till he was in a push-up position, 
the head of his cock ready to punch into her pussy. He took a deep 
breath, and then sank his full length into her. He felt her 
maidenhead tear, and probably her cunt-lips, too - her scream was 
mercifully cut off as she lost consciousness.
He started to fuck her unmoving body, but the chains at his neck 
pulled him back to his feet and away from the bed. The light shining 
on the bed went out abruptly as Hank was forced to stumble across the 
stage.
Then he saw it - the heavy wooden chair, with a guard standing at 
either side. He was brought around in front of it and made to sit 
down. They strapped him down, removing the hobble from his feet and 
pulling his legs apart. Once his body had been restrained, the guards 
withdrew, leaving Hank alone and helpless, contemplating his fate.
What that was to be became quite obvious when al-Hakim stepped up 
with his usual grim smile. He repeated what he had done the previous 
time - stroking Hank's belly and thighs, playing with his testicle, 
and finally cutting open the scrotum. As the cord was tied off and 
the scalpel moved in to sever it, Hank's cock spontaneously spurted 
copious jets of come across his chest.
Tears were streaming down Hank's cheeks as the "doctor" held up the 
severed organ. Hank breathed "Aw, fuck, no!" as he looked on in 
horror while al-Hakim slowly squeezed the sex gland between his 
fingers until it was crushed like a grape, the delicate sperm-
producing vessels reduced to a pulpy mass. Then the now-superfluous 
scrotal flesh was trimmed away and the remaining flaps of skin 
sutured back together.
Hank was in shock, but still conscious, as he was unstrapped from the 
chair. The guards pulled him to his feet and displayed his mutilated 
body to the audience, the fur on his chest dripping with come, his 
fat cock flopping down all alone from his hairy groin. He barely 
heard the bilingual announcement, "Gentlemen, let me present to you 
our newest eunuch. An impressive specimen, I trust you will agree." 
The whole room filled with loud applause as Hank was led off stage, 
his broad shoulders slumped, weighted down by the knowledge that he 
no longer had any right to think of himself as a man.

     *

After he had been castrated, Hank was no longer kept on display in 
the cage - apparently a man with one ball was of some interest while 
just another eunuch was not - but instead he was once again chained 
in the corridor. He was practically ignored here, as if no one cared 
whether or not he survived the operation - except, to his surprise, 
by the English boy, who nursed him devotedly, changing his dressings, 
bringing him food, even helping him with his toilet functions and 
cleaning him up afterward. One day the sailor, who had whispered to 
Hank that his name was Reg, was on his knees, using a cloth to wipe 
the nearly-healed incision scar, and they both noticed that Hank's 
big dick was rising to attention for the first time since his nuts 
had been cut out - something that neither of them had ever expected 
to see again. Reg looked up at Hank's surprised face questioningly, 
and once Hank nodded his permission, leaned forward and took the 
oversized organ into his mouth. Soon Hank had grabbed the boy's head 
as, nearly out of control, he drove himself toward orgasm.
Soon, when the Arabs noticed that Hank had recovered - if only 
physically - from his emasculation, he was required to resume his 
part in the public performances, but now they were exclusively 
masculine - the young girl he had forced was the last female he was 
ever to see. The most popular shows were those in which Hank was 
teamed up with the Sudanese - the two big eunuchs would stand on the 
stage side by side as their members were sucked into throbbing 
erections - sometimes by Reg, more often by the Vietnamese, 
occasionally by one or more of the other slaves. Once they were hard, 
they would either beat themselves off, so that the audience could 
enjoy watching them spend their copious discharges onto the floor, or 
else they demonstrated their talents as butt-fuckers. Hank was barely 
able to restrain himself the first time it was commanded that the 
African was to sodomize Reg - but he held himself in check until he 
found a chance to console the boy in his own way.
After a few months of this, Hank was told that he would be required 
to suck cock himself. When he refused indignantly, they strung him up 
and lashed his broad back to bloody tatters until he agreed to 
comply. The first cock he was made to suck, to his relief, turned out 
to belong to Reg - but then he was ordered to perform sixty-nine with 
the black - a performance that was much appreciated, especially since 
Hank's disgust at this act, thanks to his thoroughly racist 
upbringing, was more than evident. Hank's prejudice was so deep-
seated that he almost felt that having to suck nigger dick was an 
even worse fate than losing his balls had been.
Nevertheless, in spite of the fact that it was strictly forbidden for 
slaves to have any sort of physical relations with each other when 
they were off stage, Hank managed to get together with Reg once or 
twice every week in the early hours of the morning when the harem 
guards weren't as vigilant as usual. It was during those stolen 
moments, with his cock down the boy's throat or up his ass, that Hank 
felt that he was still somehow a man in spite of everything.
One morning disaster struck when Hank was caught fucking the young 
sailor's butt - the guards dragged them apart, loaded them with 
chains, and locked them separately into dungeon cells. They 
languished there alone and unfed for several days until they were 
both brought up to the arena. Reg was bound ass up to a sort of saw 
horse at one side of the stage, while Hank's big body was strapped 
down on his back to a table, his powerful legs pulled up and 
stretched apart into a wide V, exposing his muscular buttocks to the 
full view of the audience. The big-dicked African eunuch came onto 
stage and proceeded to administer a vicious flogging to the English 
boy. Once the boy's legs and rear were flowing with blood, the black 
walked over and stood over Hank, looking down on the Texan's helpless 
body with contempt as he pumped himself into an erection. He stepped 
up to Hank's defenseless butt with his terrifyingly huge black hard-
on in his right hand, aimed it, pressed his hips forward with all his 
brute strength, and Hank bellowed with anguish as his resistant 
asshole was brutally penetrated.
Getting his ass reamed out, painful and humiliating as it was, was 
only the beginning of the horrible punishment he was to suffer for 
his crime of engaging in private sex - the African's spunk was still 
leaking from his no-longer-virgin hole as al-Hakim stepped forward 
and gave Hank an agonizing injection directly into the base of his 
penis. The Arab doctor started manipulating the organ, making it 
stiffen even as all sensation ebbed; it was completely numb when it 
shot for the final time. The doctor took up a razor-sharp knife, 
swiftly amputating Hank's huge cock at the root with one swift 
stroke, then quickly stanching the blood gushing from the wound and 
stitching up the incision, leaving the big man with just a tiny slit 
to piss through. His existence as a sexual being had apparently been 
brought to a close.
When Hank finally regained full consciousness in one of the cells 
beneath the harem, he looked down to his crotch, hoping against hope 
that it had all been a horrible nightmare - but the vacancy between 
his legs proved to him that it had been all too real. Then he noticed 
that Reg was crouched next to him, watching his eyes with devoted 
concern - Hank was suddenly was overcome with fear that Reg, too, had 
been mutilated, but he soon assured himself that the boy, at least, 
had been allowed to keep his manhood. They left them alone together 
till Hank's scars were healed; finally he was returned to the arena 
where he had once performed stud service and Reg was forced to pluck 
out all of Hank's abundant pubic hairs slowly by the roots, one by 
one, until the big American's groin was permanently smooth and 
hairless. That was the last time Hank was ever to set eyes on the 
English boy he had learned to love. From then on, the eunuch al-Fahl 
was the slave that got fucked in the course of the sex shows, 
invariably after his ass had been prepared for penetration by a sound 
flogging.