I first learned that I had a stepbrother when I was almost 18. My dad had married Carmen, my stepmother, when I was 10. This was two years after my mom died. Dad wasn’t really cut out to be a parent and I think he married Carmen more for someone to take care of me than as a wife. Anyway, after he married Carmen, Dad left for the East Coast and, though he always sent Carmen plenty of money for our support, we never saw him again.

Carmen looked a lot like my mom. Though mom was French and Carmen was Spanish, they were both attractive Latin women with dark hair and brown eyes. Carmen was about 5 foot 2 inches tall and she weighed 110 pounds. She had a nice shape, 36 by 26 by 36. She had a wonderful ass and I often fantasized about it and would have loved to feel her backside. Occasionally would catch a glimpse of her as she stepped out of the shower. That fleeting moment always made my dick hard. Once she caught me peeking at her through the bathroom door keyhole. She put on her bathrobe and came out and scolded me. Then in her anger she said: “Just for spying on me, I’m going to fix it so you will never be with a woman, ever.” Then she went back into the bathroom to finish getting dressed and the matter was never discussed again.

I took after my mom with the dark hair and brown eyes. Dad was blond with blue eyes and I think he was disappointed that I didn’t take after his family in my looks. But because we had the same coloring, people often thought that Carmen was my real mom.

Nevertheless, Carmen was very strict with me. In fact she had me home schooled, which isolated me from other children, but gave me a good head start with my education. Therefore, when I entered high school I found it difficult to make friends and more or less stayed to myself. Still I was able to excel in school and was a straight A student. But I was very naive when it came to sex and didn’t even know how to masturbate. So at least one a month I would have a wet dream, as my prostate would expel my unused semen.

However, it was in the middle of April that Carmen got a call from her ex-husband regarding Roger, their son. This was when I learned that I had a stepbrother, when Carmen said he was coming to live with us in seven weeks. It was only later that I was to learn the reason for Roger’s move to our house.

Roger’s father was a wealthy black businessman. He had married Carmen when she was only 16 and Roger was born a year later. Roger was almost 19 now and had gotten into trouble with a neighbor boy. The neighbor boy was white and the same age as me. Roger had been having anal sex with him for over a year. Roger also introduced him to S/M. Roger enjoyed messing with the boy’s balls; in fact he almost castrated him. This is what got Roger into trouble. The boy’s father was outraged and it was only after Roger’s father agreed to pay the boy’s family $20,000 that the incident was hushed up. However, Roger’s father felt it was best to sent him to live with Carmen and hopefully put the incident behind him.

Carmen was happy to have her son live with us. She told her ex that there would be no mention of Roger’s indiscretion and that she felt that his kinky desires could be kept in the family. “What do you mean by that?” asked the ex.

“Roger can have Davey, my stepson,” she replied.

The ex chuckled and said: “Do you think Davey’s ass and balls can take what Roger will put them through?”

“I’ve raised Davey to be very submissive and I think I’ve confused him enough about his sexuality that he can be easily bent. Roger shouldn’t have too much difficulty bending him to be his sex slave. Davey will be easy to seduce. Besides, there are some things that I can do to prepare him for Roger’s, shall I say entry,” Carmen giggled.

“I hope he has a strong asshole, as Roger has a big cock. Your son wrecked the other kid’s asshole,” explained the ex.

“So he busts Davey’s asshole. Who cares as long as Roger has fun? But I have a good idea about what I have too do to prepare Davey,” she replied.

Later that day Carmen told me that Roger would be coming to live with us and that he would be sleeping in my room with me.

“But why can’t he sleep in the guest bedroom?” I asked.

“I plan to use the guest bedroom for a sewing room. And besides Roger said he sleeps better if he shares a bed with another boy,” she replied.

“I just ordered a double bed for you two to share. You two will enjoy sleeping together. Plus Roger will show you some things that I think you are going to like,” she continued.

I was a little surprised by all this, but being a submissive person, I didn’t object and decided to adjust to whatever was going to happen.

Surprising to me that evening Carmen told me that she had read how healthful a daily enema was for young men like me. So she told me to go into the bathroom, disrobe and lay a bath towel on the floor. So I went to the bathroom and did as she had told me. When she came in I was naked. “Lay down on the towel on your belly,” she ordered.

So I did as I was told and lay there while she filled a hot water bottle with warm soapy water. Then she took a hose with a large nozzle and attached it to the bottle. Then she lubed the nozzle and gently inserted it into my asshole. She slowly emptied the contents of the bottle into my rectum. Surprisingly it felt kind of nice. Then she took the nozzle out of my ass and told me to lie there for a few minutes before I relieved myself. After that I was told to take a warm shower and go to bed, which I did.

I was in bed for just a few minutes when Carmen came into my room and asked: “How do you feel?”

“I feel fine,” I replied.

“Isn’t it nice to be clean both inside and out,” she said.

“Yes it does,” I said.

“Good, because I will give you an enema every evening around 7 PM,” she explained.

And so every evening before Roger arrived Carmen gave me an enema at 7 PM. However, she used a larger nozzle the next evening. Each evening after that the nozzles increased in diameter and length. Strangely as she increased the size of the nozzle I started to get erections when she inserted it into my rectum. Then a week before Roger arrived she introduced me to a nozzle shaped like a large penis. Though it hurt a little as she worked the penis nozzle up my ass, I also enjoyed it. My dick got real hard and I blushed as she looked at my small but hard manhood.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You aren’t the first boy to discover he is different sexually,” she said.

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that, but my embarrassment subsided.

“Since you have such a small penis, you will never be able to satisfy a woman. Any woman when she sees your penis will laugh and kick you out of her bed. And besides that I made you a promise that you will never ever be with a woman,” she continued.

My ego was deflated and so was my erection.

Looking at my shrinking manhood, Carmen said: “Don’t feel bad. Just because you weren’t meant for women don’t mean that you can’t enjoy sex.”

I went to bed wondering what she meant by that. But soon I drifted off to sleep.

We picked up Roger at the airport Saturday morning, a week after my 18th birthday. Roger was the same height as me, 5’ 8” tall, but very muscular. Despite being half Mexican, he was very dark, not the coffee colored black I was expecting. He embraced and kissed his mom on the cheek. Then he embraced me and patted my ass. He loaded his luggage into the trunk of our car and we headed home.

When we got home I showed him the room and bed that we would be sharing. He smiled and seemed pleased with the arrangements. I sat down on the bed while he put his things away in the chest of drawers that we were to share. When he finished Carmen called us to lunch. As I stood up, Roger embraced me and held me tight. Then he worked his hand down my pants and grabbed my balls. He felt them and gently squeezed them between his fingers. It hurt a little, but I didn’t resist as I figured it would do little good. He let go, patted my ass and told me we had better have lunch.

After lunch I went up to our room and read a novel. Roger and Carmen spent the afternoon talking in the living room. At 5:30 she called me down for supper. After supper Carmen insisted on doing the dishes and cleanup and let Roger and I relax. But at 7 PM she announced that it was time for my daily enema and that Roger would be doing the honors from now on.

After almost two months of enemas, I had become dependent upon them, which is what Carmen had planned. Roger was very nice and gentle when he gave me my enema and after relieving myself and showering I joined him in bed. However, he insisted that we sleep together nude, so I left my pajamas in the drawer. I was very nervous now as I wasn’t sure what he was going to do next, and being submissive I knew that I would have to do what ever he wanted.

Then there was a knock on our bedroom door. It was Carmen. I pulled the covers up so she couldn’t see my nakedness. But Roger got out of bed nude and went to see what his mother wanted. “I think you will be needing this,” she said as she handed Roger a tube of lubrication.

“Thanks Mom,” he said as he took the tube. Then he closed the door and got back in bed with me.

First he had me lay on my tummy while he lubricated my asshole with the clear jelly from the tube. Since Carmen had loosened my rectum with the enema nozzles, his fingers easily slipped in. Next he had me lay on my back while he placed two pillows under my ass. This raised me so that my asshole was more accessible. Then he mounted me like he would a woman and slowly inserted his cock into my rectum. Surprisingly it felt nice being sodomized by a black man. I took all 9 inches of his thick black manhood. It wasn’t long before he was yelling: “Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” Then I felt his man seed coating my insides. It felt so good and pleasurable. Suddenly I felt something I had never felt before, at least not while I was awake. Then I let out, what he said was a feminine sounding moan. The next thing I know my cum was spilling all over my tummy and filling my navel.

I was embarrassed and kind of turned red, but when Roger saw my cum covered belly, he smiled and then kissed me on the lips.

“That’s a lot of cum for a white boy,” he said.

“I’m sorry about that. It just happened,” I replied.

“Nothing to be sorry about. It shows that you enjoyed my fucking you as much as I did. But don’t worry about the cum, after I’ve messed with your balls you won’t cum like that anymore,” he said.

I didn’t know what he meant by that, and was too afraid to ask. Then he got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned he had a wet wash cloth and towel which he used to clean the cum from my belly. Then he told me to lie on my tummy and let my ass absorb his seed. So I lie on my tummy and fell asleep.

The next morning he woke me up. He had me roll over on my back while he sat on my chest so that his cock was next to my mouth. This was the first time I got a good look at his cock. Like mine his cock had been circumcised. It was hard and thick and I could see some pre-cum dripping out of the tip. “Say ahhh,” he ordered.

I opened my mouth and he forced his cock in. “Suck it, and don’t you dare bite it,” he said.

I wrapped my tongue around his manhood and started sucking; making sure my teeth didn’t touch his cock. “Suck harder, bitch,” he shouted.

I sucked and massaged his cock with my tongue. Soon I felt him shoot his load into my mouth. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said: “Now swallow every drop of it bitch.”

I nervously gulped it all down, licking his cock so that I got it all. “Good boy,” he said, “ we are going to get along just fine.”

We did get along well. Roger sometimes would fuck me two or three times a day. Then he would give my ass a rest and make me suck him. I often came when he sodomized me, so one afternoon he ordered me to strip nude and join him in the basement. Roger had been working in the basement for several weeks and had kept me out so that he could work. So I was surprised at what I saw. Roger had created a dungeon with a variety of tools to torture my balls, dick and nipples.

There were two chains hanging from the ceiling, which could be adjusted for the victim’s height. On the floor were cuffs, which Roger attached to my ankles so that I could be securely held in place with my legs apart. Then he cuffed my wrists to the ceiling chains and pulled them up so that I was totally secured.

Roger got a leather cord and tied it tightly around the top of my ball sac, forcing my balls to the bottom and cutting off circulation. After a few minutes my balls turned red, then after about 15 minutes they turned purple. Roger kept the strap tight for about 20 minutes before letting my balls loose. There was a sharp pain when the blood began to circulate again and my balls felt like they were on pins and needles. The pins and needles continued for about 2 hours before my balls felt normal again. But that night when Roger fucked me, I didn’t cum. It was a couple of days later that I came during our fuck session.

A week later Roger took me to the basement for another session of ball torture. As before my arms and legs were secured to the chains and my legs apart so that he could work on my balls. He tightened the strap cutting off circulation again, but this time the session lasted almost an hour. As before there was pain when circulation was restored. My balls had the usual pins and needles feeling. But this time it didn’t go away after a couple of hours. Instead the pins and needles feeling continued for almost a month.

Roger was aware of my discomfort and asked: “How are your balls feeling?”

“Like they are on pins and needles and it won’t go away. I also don’t cum like I used to,” I replied.

“Good. That means I’ve done some permanent damage to them. But next time I plan to try something different on them,” he said.

Roger left my balls alone for about a month before he made me strip and took me down to the basement for another session. This time he tied me on a padded table that he had made. Then he went up stairs and was gone for what seemed like an hour. When he returned, he was not alone. Carmen and a couple of her Mexican girlfriends, Maria and Juanita, were with him. The women stood around me chatting in Spanish while Roger heated up a needle on the butane burner that he kept on the workbench.

Roger said something to Carmen in Spanish and then she groped my ball sac and secured a leather strap around it so that I couldn’t retract my balls. Roger brought over a red-hot needle, which he held with a pair of pliers. The needle was about twice as big as a regular sewing needle. The women giggled as he stuck the hot metal into my left ball. Though it made a sizzling sound, it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Then he took the pliers and heated up another needle. He handed the pliers to Carmen and she proceeded to stick this needle into my right ball. He heated up another 6 needles so that the women could take turns sticking a needle into my tortured balls. My balls looked like pincushions when they were through.

After about a half hour Carmen and her two friends pulled the needles out of my balls and gave them back to Roger. One of the girlfriends untied my balls and laughed as she said: “I guess your baby makers won’t make any babies now.”

Then the girlfriend said something to Roger in Spanish and he laughed and said: “Si.”

The women then untied me while Roger undressed. I was soon on my knees on the table. Roger spread my ass cheeks apart and spit on my ass hole. Then he started fucking me doggy style in front of his mother and her friends. They nodded their approval as his big black cock pumped my ass full of his man seed. Surprisingly my dick got hard and I shot my cum on the table.

Seeing my ejaculation, Carmen said: “See how much he enjoys Roger. Davey was born to take cock up his ass.”

Roger and the women went up stairs and left me naked on the table. When I looked at the cum that I shot on the table I noticed a few specks of blood. In fact there was blood in my cum for the next couple of days, then it stopped and my cum was normal again.

But Roger and the women weren’t through with my balls yet. Carmen told Maria and Juanita that she would like to have me castrated, but didn’t know anyone locally who would do it. Maria said that her cousin was a doctor in Mexicali, just over the border and that she had done a number of castrations on men who were injured or had a disease. She was very experienced with the operation and would love to remove a set of healthy testicles. So it was decided, I would soon be castrated.

A week later Carmen drove the five of us over the border into Mexico. The doctor’s clinic was just outside the city. She had her office in her home, and so unless you knew where it was you wouldn’t even think it was a medical office. However, inside it looked like any doctor’s office back home.

Dr. Alverez greeted us and then, leaving the others in the waiting room, ushered me into her operating room. She was a very attractive woman, dark and petite, but very sexy. Her nurse was also very attractive. The doctor had me undress and sit on the operating table while she listened to my heart with her stethoscope and her nurse took my blood pressure. Then the doctor gave me a pill and a glass of water. I quickly swallowed the pill and took a gulp of water.

“Everything looks good,” she said as she had me lie back on the table.

As the nurse strapped me down, the doctor said: “I gave you a tranquilizer which should take effect in about ten minutes. It will help you through the operation. But don’t worry, it’s a simple operation and I have done over a dozen of them, so I am quite skilled at my profession.”

She then asked several routine medical questions and jotted down my answers on a form on a clipboard. “How old are you Davey?” she asked.

When I replied that I was 18, she asked: “Have you ever been with a woman?”

When I said that I hadn’t, she said: “Do you ever think about women?”

“Yes, often,” I replied.

The doctor motioned to the nurse to disrobe, which she quickly did, revealing a nice brown sexy body with dark nipples and a black patch of pubic hair covering her vagina. Seeing her beautiful nude body made me get a hard on.

The doctor smiled as she saw my erection and said: “After your operation today you will lose any desire for women. Besides you could never perform properly with a woman anyhow. But you will be a perfect sex partner for Roger. By losing your sexual pleasure, it will make you focus on his pleasure. I’ve heard men say that eunuch’s, which is what you will soon be, are the best sex partners.”

The nurse put her uniform back on and then shaved off all my pubic hair. The doctor asked how I felt and I told her that I felt great as the pill was taking effect. I started to doze off to sleep, when I felt several pinpricks in my groin as the doctor injected a drug to numb my scrotum.

The doctor said: “Just lie back and relax. You got on my table as man, and will get off of it a eunuch.”

That was the last I remember, as I fell asleep and missed the operation as she gelded me like a farm animal. When I woke up I was in the recovery room with my crotch bandaged, and Carmen was sitting in a chair next to my bed.

Seeing that I was awake, Carmen asked: “How do you feel?”

“OK I guess,” I replied.

“The nurse wanted your balls so she could make a set of testicle earrings. So I gave them to her. They were useless on you anyway. You are much better off without them,” said Carmen.

Then Roger came in. Seeing that I was awake and alert, he asked: “How’s my little eunuch doing?”

“I’m doing fine,” I answered.

Then the doctor came in. She checked me over and seemed happy with my recovery and her work. Then she said: “Since Davey is 18 it could be several months before it will start to feel the effects of the operations physically and emotionally.”

I quickly noticed that the doctor referred to me as “it” in place of “he.”

“What can we look forward to?” asked Roger.

“Well first you will notice that Davey will tire easily. It won’t have the stamina that it used to have. It will also lose masculine muscle tone and get soft. Davey will probably put on some weight, mainly in its belly and thighs. It may even develop breasts.”

Then the doctor looked directly at me and said: “You notice that I refer to you as “it” now. Get used to this pronoun because that’s what you are now.”

Roger and Carmen chuckled when they heard this. Then the doctor continued: “Davey will also experience some emotional changes. It may cry a lot more now, especially when it sees babies, because Davey will never be able to make a baby now…I take that back. Davey still has some fertile semen in its system, but in a week Roger can resume anal sex with it and flush that out.”

Then the doctor looked at Roger and said: “Make sure that you dispose of Davey’s last fertile semen in the toilet. With that Davey’s spirit will be totally broken and it will be your slave forever. But for now I think we should all leave so our new eunuch can get some rest.”

When they all left and I was alone, I began to think of my changed status in life. I wasn’t a man anymore; I was a steer, a gelding, or a capon. Where a steer existed for meat, I was a sexless eunuch existing for Roger’s sexual pleasure.

As the doctor said, in a week Roger resumed anal sex with me. To add to my humiliation he fucked me in front of Carmen and her girlfriends and in so doing flushed out the last of my fertile seed. Roger had put a rubber on my dick to catch my ejaculate. Then Roger took the rubber containing my precious liquid off my dick and handed it to Carmen. In another act of humiliation Carmen made me watch as she flushed my last chance to make a baby down the toilet.

As the months wore on I my muscles got soft and I put on some weight. Though I did develop some breast tissue, my tits never developed like those of a woman. However, I did become more emotionally like a woman. Carmen treated me like a daughter now and often went around the house nude when it was only she and I and Roger was away. There was a time when her nudity would have given me a hard on, but after being de-sexed her nakedness did nothing for me.

Roger treated me much better now that my balls were decorating a Mexican nurse’s earrings. The nurse told me that her family would keep the testicle earrings and that she would pass them down to her daughter and granddaughter. Since my balls would never be returned to me when I died I could never be buried as a complete man. The nurse smiled when she told me that I would be a eunuch and sex slave in my next life and all future lives.

After my castration Roger began to open the car door for me and hold the door open for me whenever we went out. He became more gentle and loving when he had sex with me. In fact after my balls were gone he began to make love to me, and I reciprocated by making sure he enjoyed intense pleasure when is cock was deep up my ass or in my mouth.

Carmen’s girlfriends all wanted to see my empty sac and so I was often made to strip for their amusement. In time I came to like it and became proud of my eunuch hood. And yes I don’t mind being referred to as an “it.”