Rural Conveniance

A boy is forced to live with his unusual aunt in rural America after 
his parents die.

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	My parents died in a car accident when I was 16. 
Unfortunately, their will did not address a guardian to me. All of my 
grandparents had died; my mother was an only child, so my father’s 
sister was my only living relative. She lived out in the middle of 
nowhere and the courts insisted that I live with her. I remember that 
she said very little on our drive from the airport, which took like 
six hours. I don’t think we passed any buildings on the last half of 
the trip.

	Her house was okay; it was clean, it had electricity and 
water. Her TV didn’t have cable but I figured I could cope. After I 
arrived, she sat me down to give me the house rules.

	“I wasn’t in favor of you coming here, so don’t expect a 
loving home.” She said this in a very cold and matter of fact way. 
“There are no schools near by and I don’t intend to give you home 
schooling. You will fill your time doing chores around the house. Do 
you understand?”

	I nodded yes and she slapped me across the face. “You will 
answer my question with yes or no mam and will only speak when spoken 
to. Now lets try again; do you understand?”

	“Yes mam.”

	“I can see you’re a very fast learner. That will make this 
easier for you. I understand that you are going through puberty, but 
there will be no masturbation in this house. I will use leather 
hospital restraints to secure you in bed to ensure this. I am 
currently thinking of a more humane method. Do you understand?”

	“Yes mam” I answered trying to hide my discomfort. Something 
told be that this woman would not tolerate insubordination.

	“Good. The climate here is always warm, so I have decided 
that you are to be shaved head to toe and never to where cloths. It 
will be uncomfortable at first, but I rarely have visitors and you 
will usually be allowed to dress when they come.” I squirmed a 
little. “I will allow you to do the shaving, there is two cans of 
shaving cream in the bathroom and a bag of razors. It would probably 
be best if you used the hair clippers under the sink first. Take off 
you’re cloths.”

	I complied hesitantly. Fortunately I had a nice body and 
wasn’t to afraid to show it off, but I was a little ashamed of my 
average sized penis. After stripping, I handed over my clothing and 
she stuffed in into my luggage.

	“I will store these things for when company comes. The door 
behind you is your bedroom, there is an adjoining bathroom, which 
will be yours, mine is off limits. No go into the bathroom and shave. 
I have put a trash bag in there for you to dispose of your hair.”



	I took the hair clippers from under the sink. It was obvious 
that they were new; she must have bought them just for me. I decided 
to start with my head. I watched in the mirror as all of my hair fell 
into the sink; before long, I was bald. Next went my pubic hairs, 
then the hairs on my butt. Next followed my armpit hairs then arms 
and then legs. I scooped all of my hair out of the sink and off the 
floor and placed it into the garbage bag that she had left for me. 

After I had finished with the hair clippers, My aunt stepped in and 
said that I should thoroughly vacuum before I moved into the shower 
for the shave down. I remember thinking how strange it was. She was 
being so cold and demeaning to me, not because she wanted to ridicule 
me, but because she wanted me to be as low maintenance as possible. 
Vacuuming would have been easier than trying to clean up wet hair. 

I turned on the shower and waited for the water to get warm. Then I 
stepped in and thoroughly massaged the water into my body, every 
inch. After this I turned off the shower and started to fill the 
bath. I stepped out of the shower and covered myself from the neck 
down in shaving foam. I grabbed a bag of razors and moved into the 
tub. The water was about four inches deep. I decided to start with my 
neck and move down from there. Inch after inch of smooth skin emerged 
from under the shaving foam. After I finished shaving my body I 
drained the tub and moved to the sink where I shaved my head. The 
entire process took about two hours.

“Well let me look,” said my ant as I emerged from the bathroom. She 
walked up to me and rubbed her hand over every inch of my body. I 
pulled away as she approached my penis, but she grabbed my scrotum 
and yanked hard on it. “Never pull away. You’ll let me and anyone I 
want touch you. Do you understand?”

“Yes mam.” I answered quietly.

The next few months passed slowly. She also had me start an exercise 
program. Each morning she would wake me up by unstraping my arms from 
the side of the bed and then would make me do crunches, pushups and 
pull-ups. After exercising my aunt would send me into the bathroom to 
shave and shower; she had bought some hair removal cream for my butt 
crack and crotch which helped a lot. Sometimes I would sneak in a 
jerk off session or two.

One day a visitor came unexpectedly. He was a dark skinned man and he 
had a boy who was a little older than me with him. When they came 
inside, he made the boy strip. The boy was wearing strange metal 
underwear. The man started to feel me all over. He motioned to the 
boy who then pulled out some measuring tape. As the boy measured my 
crotch all over, my aunt and the man discussed something very 
quietly. The two kept looking at me.

One week later, my aunt told me not to shave. I was surprised, but a 
little relieved. I hope that she had come to her senses and would let 
me live a more normal life; I was 17 after all. That afternoon the 
dark skinned man and the boy arrived. The boy immediately held me 
down, he was defiantly stronger than I was, and then the man pulled 
out a device. He passes the device over every inch of my body. It 
took hours and hurt like hell. When he was done, he pulled out metal 
underwear similar to the boy’s. It took a while to put the underwear 
on, but when it was complete my penis was totally inaccessible.



The underwear seemed simple enough. My penis was place into a metal 
tube that faced toward my anus. The tube was pressed in between my 
balls and was sealed beneath a metal plate. The Metal plate was 
secured by a metal belt and a metal bar that went between my but 
cheeks. Padlocks made removal impossible.

The final step of my awful day was a metal collar that was placed 
around my neck and padlocked on. I assumed that the battery pack that 
was welded to the collar was to emit some kind of shock. I wasn’t 
sure if it was triggered by a remote or if I crossed some barrier, 
but I didn’t want to find out. My aunt escorted the man outside. I 
could hear them talking, but I didn’t know what it was about. From 
that night on I was given an enema before going to bed. My aunt also 
stopped strapping me into bed because there was no longer a threat of 
me masturbating.

The next week the man returned and repeated the procedure, this I 
could only assume, was electrolysis. Very little hair had grown on my 
body over the last week. I was very upset that I would be permanently 
hairless from head to toe.

That week my aunt also started diving me drugs with my meals. 
Sometimes they would nock me out, other times I would feel drunk and 
have distorted senses.



Life was the same for about five months. I woke up at sunrise. I 
exercised more intensely every day because I had no way to release my 
sexual tension. I had learned that the metal underwear was actually a 
male chastity belt. It was awkward at times, but it was nice that I 
wasn’t really naked anymore. The belt forced me to sit when I pissed 
because it pointed my penis downward. My aunt started to get harder 
and harder on me. She started hitting me when I misbehaved and I was 
being strapped to my bed increasingly often. Some weekends a guy 
would come and remove my belt and then jerk me off, but he always 
stopped before I climaxed. I knew the nightmare would be over soon 
enough because I would be 18 and then I would be free.



One night the dark skinned man and his boy came to dinner. This was 
not unusual. My aunt had drugged my food and before long, I started 
to get drowsy. 

***

I woke up strapped to a metal table. My chastity belt had been 
removed and the dark skinned man was standing in front of me in 
surgical scrubs. I tried to scream, but a ball gag was suppressing my 
voice. I was scared. I had spent the last year and a half in never 
knowing what was going on; this time I was terrified of what may 
come. The dark skinned man took a scalpel and carefully cut around 
the skin at the base of my penis and balls. I tried to jerk away, but 
they must have ejected something that paralyzed my lower body. I felt 
none of the cuts, but my heart was racing. The dark skinned man cut 
deeper into the base of my penis. Blood squirted everywhere, but he 
tied off the blood vessels. It didn’t take long for him to remove my 
penis and testicles from my body in one swift move. I cried as I saw 
them carried off. All that was in my crotch was a small vein or 
something that protruded from where my penis had been. The dark skin 
started to cut me closer to my ass hole, but his boy injected me with 
something that knocked me out pretty quickly.

***

The next morning I awoke and felt pretty groggy. My chastity belt was 
locked securely in place and felt no different than usual. I could 
only assume that the events of the earlier night had been a dream. I 
started to exercise as usual, but had to stop early because I had to 
take a dump. It was unusual for me to have to go to the bathroom in 
the morning; my nightly edemas usually take care of that. I sat down 
on the toilet and started to go. My first terd was huge and actually 
hurt coming out; the second was much smaller. I stood up to wipe and 
saw the worst thing I had ever seen in my life. Sitting on the bottom 
of the toilet bowl was my penis and testicles. I scooped them up and 
fondled them for a while. A small container was floating at the 
surface of the water, I could only assume that it was the second 
thing I pooped out. I opened the container and found a small key. It 
was the key to the chastity belt. I opened my belt and saw that my 
crotch was completely bare; not even a piss hole remained. The reason 
my belt felt normal was because a prosthetic penis and testicles had 
been placed in the belt before it was put back on me. My aunt stepped 
into the bathroom and looked mortified.



“Why are you playing with you’re fecal matter. Put it back in the 
toilet and flush it at once.”



“But…” I tried to speak out, but she slapped me in the face. “Yes 
mam,” I forced out beginning to cry. I stroked my cock one last time 
and placed it into the bowl.



“Now flush it,” my aunt demanded. I pulled the handle and watched my 
manhood go down the drain.



“I thought you would appreciate not having to worry about temptation 
anymore,” my aunt said. “We had to keep you asleep while you healed, 
but I think it was worth it. We had the darndest time shoving your 
dick into your ass, but I felt it would give you closure. You’re 18th 
birthday was five days ago, which means you’re free to go. You’ll 
notice that you’re collar has been taken off. I expect to never see 
you again.”

***

I put on some of the cloths I had arrived with, they barely fit 
anymore and started out of the house. I was finally free, but I was 
entering the world as a cockless, hairless, freak with no where to go.