Saint Onan's Hostel

The sign outside reads; -

Saint Onan’s Hostel for homeless young men; administered by the Sisters of Saint Onan and supported by charitable donations from the public.

Mother General chose Sister Agnes to rescue the hostel from financial ruin. For many years donations had been decreasing and costs were spiralling out of control. Sadly the numbers of young men living on the streets had drastically increased and the sisters were never short of applications for places as they became available. Unfortunately the order did not have a bottomless pocket and if enough money could not be found the hostel would have to be closed despite there being more need than ever for it’s existence.

Sister Agnes

Sister Agnes had been with the order for more than 40 years. She was a ‘living rule’; were the rules of the order ever to be lost they could be re-written by studying Sister Agnes, so perfect was her adhesion to them. She had joined as a girl but those days were forgotten, life outside the convent did not exist and it suited her that way. Then came that first day at the hostel when she was forced to remember, it had flooded back and the years of steel-cast control counted for nothing.

It happened on her very first day during her tour of inspection. As Mother Superior she had full authority and control not only over the day to day running of the hostel but also the 20 sisters that worked and lived in the attached convent.

After inspecting the chapel and nun’s cells she was escorted into the hostel. The kitchen, infirmary, dormitories and common rooms were dilapidated but serviceable. The tour ended in the laundry where several older sisters were hard at work washing the bedding. She was introduced to each sister in turn and past a few pleasantries with her. Finally she came to the aged Sister Sapho, after a lifetime of service to the order she feared no one and spoke her mind.

Sister Sapho lifted a sheet to the new Mother Superior and all but pushed it into her face.

“You see what we have to put up with Mother?”

Little did the wrinkled old nun know what effect her action would have.

The sheet was damp and sticky with a large and slightly yellowing sperm stain. Mother Agnes knew what it was as well as any of the sisters, she knew the smell and she knew the taste. Back it all came, the memories so deeply buried, hidden away, all flooded back into her mind.

Abuse

She had been an innocent child when her naked father had first come into her bedroom. She did not understand what he wanted; she had never seen him or any man naked before. She remembered staring wide eyed at his huge penis, hard and throbbing as he came towards her. He forced her to suck his penis; it was bitter and musky as the foreskin slid from his monstrously large glans. She wanted to be sick but he kept forcing his organ between her painfully extended jaws. His testicles eventually hit against her chin and neck and she wondered how she could swallow so much and not die, indeed she wanted to die. He thrust in and out, finally grunting in animal lust and he pumped his sperm into her throat and mouth. After he had gone the sticky ejaculate remained and Agnes cried.

All through her childhood this was a nightly event. She came to expect the visits and while it was no longer physically painful she burned for vengeance. Each night she would wait for him planning her revenge, and then he would arrive. Her mouth would automatically open, as she smelled the aroma of his uncircumcised penis. Her saliva would flush ready to lubricate the moist glans and thick shaft as he thrust in and out of her throat.

At 16, after years of abuse, she had finally got the courage to carry out her plan. That night, she had taken her father’s cutthroat razor from the bathroom and concealed it. As usual he approached her and she opened her mouth to accept his stinking cock. She waited, biding her time. He began the short rapid strokes that Agnes knew meant he would soon orgasm. He closed his eyes as he felt the first tingle in his balls. Agnes struck in an instant; she raised the razor high and brought it down hard and fast. Her fathers cock and balls were removed in one swift precise action. All the years of abuse were in the strength of that action. Her father staggered back, screaming as blood spurted from his groin. His cock and balls remained in Agnes’ mouth still shooting their last load of cum.

The whole thing was hushed up, no one in the village wanted a scandal least of all her family. Her father did not die no matter how much Agnes had wished it. It was considered that the man had paid the price for the abuse of his daughter. Being castrated and without a penis he was no longer a danger to anyone. Agnes on the other hand was a problem. After much discussion and debate it was agreed that the best thing for all was to send Agnes away to be looked after by the nuns. Under the circumstances, The Sisters of Saint Onan agreed that the girl could be admitted as a lay resident. As it happened Agnes found convent life agreeable and as soon as she was old enough joined the noviciate.

Constant prayer and work left no time for personal memories. In time, the old Agnes was no more and only Sister Agnes existed, that was until Sister Sapho brought her back.

Back to the present

Mother Agnes had thought a lifetime had past but to the laundry sisters it was the blinking of an eye. Sister Sapho stood holding the stained sheet, Agnes agreed that it was unacceptable and she would take immediate action. She took note of whose bed the sheet was from and left the laundry.

Back in her office Mother Agnes tried to regain her inner silence but the smell of sperm lingered and although she knew it could not be so, she could taste fresh smegma.

Agnes had studied the hostels records meticulously; every aspect was fully noted and recorded. She saw several references to the generous benefaction of a Doctor. Not only had he made several contributions to the financial support of the hostel but also he had been generous with his time and skill. He had made himself available for general medical treatment of the homeless men as well as treating several of them in his private clinic. Mother Agnes hesitated but followed her instincts; she picked up the telephone and dialled the number.

Doctor Savage’s secretary answered the call and put Mother Agnes though immediately. The distinguished surgeon listened to the nun and expressed similar revulsion; he would come to the hostel after his morning appointments.

Over the years hidden away in the rural convent Agnes had had little contact with men and found it difficult to communicate with them. It seemed that Dr. Savage was different, she felt at ease with him. She felt no embarrassment in telling the Doctor that one of the young men in the hostel was a compulsive masturbator and she was sure that he needed medical treatment before he harmed himself. Dr. Savage understood the situation completely, he read Sister Agnes’ life story in-between the words she spoke and in the deep blueness of her eyes. Doctor Savage was as perceptive as he was skilled as a surgeon.

Following the Doctor’s instructions the sisters administered the Rohypnol together with a large dose of viagra in a small glass of whisky given to the young man. He was then brought to the infirmary where Doctor Savage had prepared a make shift operating theatre. He looked down at the naked young man’s pale and muscled body. He stroked his patient’s penis; he was far from unconscious but totally within the control of the Doctor. The penis became hard and Doctor Savage stroked it harder and faster. Pre-cum oozed from the deep purple piss lips and squelched as he rubbed the foreskin back and forth. The young man pumped out jet after jet of hot sperm before falling into sleepy oblivion.

The Doctor worked quickly and skilfully; firstly he removed both testicles. As they were of no use he took little care when removing them, roughly pulling them from the sack and snipping the cords. The empty scrotum trimmed cleanly away. He fed a catheter through the flaccid penis and into the bladder where he inflated the balloon on the end to hold it in place. Again with little care he hacked away the man’s penis. Tissues, muscle, nerves, all were totally removed. All that remained was the urethra with the catheter held in place, this he re-routed to exit between the man’s legs near his anus. He trimmed away all skin in the pubic area replacing it with smooth hairless skin from other parts of the body. Here the real skill of Doctor Savage could be seen. The tiny stitches and surgical glue would heal perfectly leaving no scaring.

When he had finished the young man was completely sexless, his groin smooth and hairless. The doctor stood back to admire his handy-work, as he did he court the eye of Sister Agnes who had watched the entire operation. Her face showed pure contentment and satisfaction.

One month later Doctor Savage arrived at the hostel with an Arab gentleman. His long white robes stood out boldly among the black robes of the sisters. The good Doctor had found his young patient employment with the Arab gentlemen. He required to interview the man but he was sure he would be suitable for the position. The Arab and young man were left in a private room while Agnes and the Doctor retired to her parlour for tea. Two hours later the young man left with the Arab, the doctor took his leave of Mother Agnes shortly after; an envelope containing five thousand pounds exchanged hands by unspoken agreement.

Mother Agnes personally changed the bed linen in the private room. The bottom sheet was stained with fresh sperm and blood; she smiled.

One month later.

The newly refurbished four-bed dormitory was luxurious. On each bed lay a strikingly beautiful young man. Each was naked and erect; all were lost in a drug-induced ecstasy.

Doctor Savage entered the room with an Asian man. He was unusually tall for an oriental suggesting his distinguished ancestors were of the ruling class of Manchuria. His defined muscles showed through his handmade silk shirt. His name was Taksai and at 30 years old he was one of the richest businessmen in Taiwan. He passed from bed to bed, stroking each erection and slipping a finger into each lubricated anus. He returned to the third bed, removed his clothes and carefully folded them. His penis was hard, average length but thick, unbelievably thick. He effortlessly lifted the young man’s legs to his shoulders and thrust his penis deep into the virgin hole. The youth screamed at the pain, as he was ripped open. Through the drug haze he knew what was happening to him, he was not gay and had never been penetrated before but he was unable to resist. He could not understand how his cock could be so hard. Tears filled his eyes as the powerful Manchu thrust into him over and over again. Betrayed by his body, the young man felt the full effect of his orgasm as cum jetted out of his throbbing cock. The climax intensified and extended by the stimulation of his virgin prostrate. The Asian’s enormous girth swelled as Taksai began to pump his load into the fuck slave beneath him.

Taksai was satisfied with his choice. As he dressed he told Doctor Savage of his requirements.

“Please remove the penis totally, it will not be required. Leave one testicle but move it inside. He should be smooth and sexless on the outside but I want him to be constantly horny but unable to gain any relief. Only my cock will give him the release he will constantly crave.”

Doctor Savage took note of the specification and asked Taksai to return in one month to collect the man. Mother Agnes appeared from a dark corner of the room from where she had been watching and showed the Asian out.

Accolades

Mother Agnes sat in her office studying the hostel accounts; they showed a huge cash surplus. She read again the letter from Mother General congratulating her on her work and making her position at the hostel permanent. Agnes had every right to her inner silence and she was now at peace again. Every month, four homeless young men were found positions with foreign employers. Every month Agnes watched as Doctor Savage castrated and removed the penis of those men and she had never been so contented and happy.

The End

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