“How would you like to be freed from all responsibility?  Just disappear from your life and become someone’s property?  A mere possession, perhaps?  This is not an easy life, but if your current one is not going where you planned, let me know.  I am the trainer of very “unique” servants.  Quiet boys.  Good Boys.  Sound interesting?  Contact me then at Addholder 2736”.

It sounded innocent enough at first.  I mean my life sucked.  I really did not have anything I was interested enough in to just keep doing what I was doing.  It seemed like the 2 bucks I would have to pay just to see what she was looking for was nothing and they did let you enclose your letter inside another envelope, sealed and stamped so they were probably never going to read it.  I really did not have much to say and I already had an anonymous mailbox down town anyway.  So I penned a reply and got the thing in the mail.

After I mailed it, though, the head started to spin, as I pondered what exactly the position she was advertising was.  I wondered if it came to anything, if she minded that the picture I enclosed was a couple of years old, alright a few years, well 10 years old.  Heck, I still had hair then.  And maybe my scale was off that much.  Doesn’t everybody lie a little?

Well, after checking my box 3 times the next week I figured that this was just another porno rag scam anyway, just to get another 2 bucks from me.  My box was as always empty.  I did not check it the following week but a week later, as I picked up a UPS package, I noticed a single envelope in my box.  Probably junk mail.  Wrong.

I put the envelope in my pocket and left without even saying good-by to the clerk.  I was trembling when I got to the car and casually looked around the parking lot as if reading a letter is a crime.  I opened it. There was a simple, type written letter inside with the most basic of instructions.

“First, let me tell you that you will be trained as a ‘Special’ kind of servant.  As this position frequently requires you to care for female clients, i.e. the wife of a couple, my clients prefer that their ‘Servants’ do not have desires that would interfere with their tasks.  This means certain things that cause problems are simply ‘removed’ so thoughts remain pure.  Read into that what you want, whatever your imagination conjures up will probably not be as extensive as the end result.  Understanding that, follow the directions exactly as I spell them out and you will begin training in less than 2 weeks. 

First, go to your bank and withdraw at least $300 cash.  Fill your tank before you leave town, but that is the last time you are to use your credit or gas card.  Drive to Denver CO as quickly as possible.  If you must eat or get gas, pay only with cash.  Do not stay in a hotel, as you would have to show ID.  Do not speed.  If you get a ticket, return home.  Do not worry about your car, we will dispose of it once you arrive in Denver.

Leave at once!”

My heart was racing.  I could hear it beating inside my ears.  I was excited.  I wondered what it would feel like, drawing out 300 bucks from my bank and just walking away from my life.  Never looking back.  Free from everything, just disappear.

Could I do this?  What if she did not like me?  Well, I could always come back.  I could cook up some sort of excuse and I was off work for 3 days.  I drove around a while and just thought.  I could not help wondering if she meant by removing some “things” and pure thoughts meant personality changes or anatomy changes.  The former I could live with.  And after all, I am a nice guy already.  After about an hour of just driving I pulled into a gas station and topped off the ride.  ‘That’s it, I’m going!” I said to myself and went to the bank and cleaned out the till.  300 bucks is all you can withdraw at once, so what if I left some in there.  I may come back after all.

Once I hit the highway, calm dropped over me.  I should be feeling guilty, but somehow I did not.  The miles melted by.  I figured it would take about 20 hours to drive there from Sacramento.  I decided to drive up the loneliest highway in the world.  I wanted to be alone with my thoughts so I took highway 50. 

I did not know then, but there is 257 miles of nothing between Fallen Nevada and Ely on the other side of the state.  I saw a lot of snakes and Jack Rabbits and sage brush but noting else all day. The road between Grand Junction and Colorado springs goes kind of around the Rocky Mountains but soon I was near Denver.  40 miles.  Way past the point of no return.  Then finally after driving through the night I rolled into Denver a little past 6am.  I went to Dennys and ordered pie and coffee and read the paper until about 8 and decided it was now or never.  I got up the nerve to go into the foyer and call the number on the letter.

“Hello!” a sharp voice on the other end said.

“hi-i” I stammered to get my voice.

“Jim” I replied, using the name in my letter.

“Jim, you are late, I expected you in around 3 to 4am, where were you!” she snapped

“Ma-am, I have been letting you sleep,  I am here at Dennys on some street that looks like “crowfoot” something, just off of Highway 85”

“Ok, you mean N. Crowfoot Valley Rd.  I will send somebody for you.  Wait there!” and she just hung up.

I paid the clerk for my food and sat patiently by the phone and waited.  I watched 20 people come in (I counted them) and either eat or just drink coffee and smoke.  I was there about an hour.  I remembering this couple come in.  The girl was really cute.  I could not see what she saw in the guy she was with.  With nothing better to do, I watched them eat.  When they were done, they paid the clerk and walked right over to me.

“You’re Jim?”  she asked.

I was startled, “well, actually that is the name I used.  I am Ted, actually”

“Ok Ted, give my slave your keys and he will dispose of your car in Nevada,  Tell it which car is yours”.

I pointed to the 93 Taurus in the parking lot and handed him my keys and showed him which one it was.

“Now your wallet.” She said, “You won’t be needing it any more, you are done with it”

I handed over my wallet and he took it and left.  I saw him get in my car and drive away.

“Follow me” she said and we went into the parking lot and got into her van.  As she was driving out of the lot, I asked her why she called her slave ‘it’?  that had seemed odd to me.

“because that is what it is,  an it”  she said.  “Mom did not trust him with me so she wacked off his willy.  It is much nicer now.  It never swears at me and never notices when I am swimming naked.”

I was getting really hard now.  She noticed this and smiled.  “See, that’s why she is going to wack off yours.  It cleans up the thoughts and makes you a better slave”

“Mine?”

“Yes yours.  Don’t be silly, she does that to all the slaves though.  It helps them be better servants.  Before you think about jumping out of the van though, think about where you could possibly go with no wallet and no car.  Kind of too late to change your mind and if you look behind you, there are 2 more slaves sitting back there if you get any ideas about stealing my van.”

“I gave you your chance in Dennys when I called my slave ‘It’.  That was the last time you ever were going to have a chance.  Now just sit back and reserve yourself to your fate.  Besides it is really not that bad.  It only hurts for a couple of days then you are fine.”

Yea, right, but fine to do what.  I really had not thought this far ahead.  We were driving out of town now.  East across miles of prairie we left the main road, and drove for 5 miles up a very narrow road then up a gravel road and finally through a gate and up a road that was closer to two wheel ruts than a road.  We drove this for about 2 miles and came to a large house and barn.  She drove to the barn and in, then parked.

“Ok, this is where you loose it, get out!”

“What?”

“You know, if it is going to come off, and it is going to come off, it is better to get it over with and get you started on getting used to it.  Besides, once it is gone, you are much more trainable, since you realize then, there is no going back”

“You really mean she does this to all the slaves?” I protested

“Every one!” she said.

“What about them?”

“We lived through it, and so will you” one of them said.

The van door was opened and I reluctantly got out.  Better to be co-operative, I thought than to be dragged kicking and screaming.  I was brought into a small room and stripped of my clothing and rudely pulled onto a table.  My arms and legs were tied to the table legs and one of the slaves started scrubbing (rather briskly) my groin area and shaved me completely down there.

Soon an older woman, possibly mid 40s but not at all bad looking, came in and looked me over. 

“Figures he would send a 10 year old picture.  They always lie.  Well no matter, nobody cares what an eunuch looks like, except what they look like between their legs.  But you are lucky.  The folks that want to buy you want a personal attendant.  You get to live as an indoor slave and that is much better in the long run than being gelded and spending your days mowing lawns and cleaning pools.”

She slowly stroked my now rock hard cock and uttered a single word: “pitty”

“why”  I pleaded?

“personal attendants don’t get to keep these”

I froze.  WHAT WAS SHE GOING TO DO WITH MY COCK?

“what do you mean?” I sobbed.

“I have to remove this.  Oh well, you will get over it.”  With that she grabbed a chair and took up a position immediately facing my cock and balls.  A slave brought her a bucket of warm water and she washed her hands and took a towel from inside a blue folded envelope and dried off her hands.  They opened a package containing gloves and she carefully removed them and skillfully placed them on her hands.  The slave then placed a table beside her and placed a drape over it and opened a pack of instruments and dumped them onto the drape.

She took this 2’ long rod and squirted some gue onto the end if it.  She held the end of my cock in one hand and slowly (and very painfully) slid it inside my cock.  Boy did that burn.

“go ahead and yell if you like,  the nearest neighbors are 20 miles away and they are never home”  she said.

Almost defiantly, I refused to yell.

She slit the rod in past the base of my cock.  She was feeling for it below my balls and finally she pushed it down to my chest and a slave taped it there with duck tape.  The end of it pressed outward against my skin.  She felt both sides of it and smiled.  She reached onto the table and took a scalpel and sliced the skin below my balls and the end of the sound popped out the hole.  She then took a small pair of scissor like clips she called mosquito clamps and opened the skin up and exposed the tube that the sound was in.  she opened up another envelope and took out this long yellow tube like thing (a catheter, I learned later) and put goop on the end if it and slid it into the pipe that the sound came out of.  She grabbed the end of this pipe and put a stitch in it and sewed it to the hole she cut in my skin. 

Next she had the slave untape, then remove the sound from my cock.  She sewed the tube to the hole she had cut in my skin and clipped off the half that lead back to my cock.  She then got a mirror and showed me what it looked like.  There was this tube sticking out of a hole about 2” from my ass hole.

“You like this?”  She asked?

“Why would I?”  I replied.

“well you don’t want to die when I cut off your cock, do you?  See there are 2 very large arteries that let the blood in when it is time to get hard.  Those are big enough for you to bleed to death.  If I were to put a band around the base of your cock and cut it off, you would not bleed to death, but you could not pee either, and that would kill you.  See, now we can cut off your cock, and you can still pee just fine.  She smiled and picked up this rather weird looking tool.  It looked like something you would use to remove a stubborn jar lid.  It was round and had handles on one end.  She purposefully sat where I could see what she was doing.  She selected two very large scalpel blades, and pealed back their foil pouch and hooked them into place then teased on a small rubber band.  She gripped the handles and squeezed them together.  The blades retracted and the band stretched to about 3” wide.

She lowered this down my cock and with her free hand she pushed the testicles one at a time through the band, then pulled up on the scrotum.  She stood over me and collected the scrotum, testicles and cock and pulled up and pushed the device to the base of my groin and released the handles.  With a snap and a sharp pain, it was over.  She smiled and winked at me, showing me my cock and balls in her one hand and the device in the other.   One problem.  She was now 2 feet from my groin.

“that is all it takes.”  She said and casually dropped my cock and balls in a jar of alcohol that was on the table for that very purpose.  She nodded to the slave and just left.  The slave untied me and I was just laying there on the table.  I half sat up and stared at my now cockles crotch.

“This is how they get your attention.”  The slave told me.  “You will have no trouble paying attention to your training now” and with that he placed a kotex on my crotch and helped me dress and they carried me into the house.  I was not allowed to walk because they did not want the band to slip off.  I was tied to a bed and made to sleep there for 3 days.  Anyway that is how it all started.