(This story is fiction and is dedicated to Thecia Marie for providing some of the best stories on EA. Also, Karin if you're out there, send me an email. I would like to hear from anyone (especially women) regarding the story. Enjoy!)

Master Scott and I had met on the internet, in a chat room dedicated to the BDSM scene. He contacted me because of my handle, “Mistress Gelding,” to discuss making eunuchs of slaves. We talked at length about the real-life geldings that he kept as slaves. In total, he had nutted eleven men, but only two lived with him to serve him full time. The men were gelded in elaborate ritualistic ceremonies, the details of which he wouldn’t reveal to me over the internet. The others that he didn’t keep were transferred to the care of Mistresses who required eunuchs. He told me that he usually gelds a new slave after only two weeks of training. His philosophy being that inferior males secretly yearn to be relieved of the burden of their testes. Finally when my hard-on couldn’t take it any longer, I broke down and admitted to being a man. He offered to fly me out to visit his mansion in the French countryside…

It was now the end of my second week of intensive slave training. I’ve been allowed to serve Master Scott, for the last two weeks as an intact male. He has started me off with light training, making me bathe and dress him, satisfy his female lovers with my tongue and do chores around his opulent dwelling. I am not alone here with the Master. His two eunuchs take care of most of the household duties and are on display whenever he has female company. Like me, there is another intact male slave who has served the Master for several years. Tonight, to mark my progress through the first two weeks, I was to participate in my first Mistress/slave orgy with the Master and a special guest, a cutter from America. Her name was Thecia Marie, but we were instructed to call her Mistress Thecia.

Following a spendid dinner which I could only see from my frequent trips into the dining room to serve the guests, everyone assembled in the lavishly appointed library. Myself, the other male slave, John, and the two eunuchs (who didn’t have names) kneeled at the far end of the room, by the Master’s leather reading chair. Both John and I had our penises placed in clear plastic chastity devices by Scott before the ceremony to prevent our pathetic erections from disturbing the Mistresses. The two eunuchs were naked except for garter belts that drew attention their miniature equipment and empty sacs.

The five guests were comprised of Mistress Thecia, the famous American castrix; Mistress India, a black mistress of stunning beauty; Mistress Nikita, a big-chested brunette; and a couple invited by the Master himself. All of the women were clad in lingerie, while the couple wore street clothes. Several minutes passed with no sign of Master Scott. Drinks were poured. Everyone indulged in several drinks, and still no sign of the Master. The eunuchs and I kneeled by the chair and watched, while John served the Mistresses brandy and martinis. Finally, after twenty minutes, the Master strode into the room. He was wearing a sharp, gray three-piece suit and black sunglasses. Waving at John to kneel with the rest of us, Master Scott walked to the center of the library, in front of the couple sitting politely on the couch.

Without saying a word, he held out his hand and the woman on the couch with her boyfriend took his outstretched hand and stood up. He then nodded to her, saying “It is time, Sarah.” She immediately began to remove her blouse. The room grew silent. The man was beginning to look uncomfortable, and he looked up at the Master’s impressive form, “Time for what, exactly, what’s going on here?”

“Be quiet, Richard, don’t say anything more if you love me,” whispered Sarah to her boyfriend. She tossed her blouse on the couch behind her and shimmied out of her skirt. She stood unashamed, every eye upon her, in splendid red lace lingerie, garter belt and stockings. The Mistresses had formed a quiet semi-circle behind the couple, observing the action, drinks in hand.

Sarah’s bountiful breasts spilling from her bra and her tight, round ass spoke to her incredible fertility. The Master motioned again and the Mistresses leaned in to watch Sarah drop to her knees and unzip Scott’s starched suit pants. Her hand disappeared into his trousers and reappeared a moment later with a purple-tipped sausage. Richard was aghast and had turned pale. “Please, Sarah, I thought we were going to just…”

“Richard, say another thing and I’ll leave you forever,” Sarah intoned before silently encompassing the soft sausage with her lips. The Master, hands on his hips, just smiled at Richard and looked up at his Mistresses, themselves with looks of smug satisfaction on their faces. Sarah’s hand disappeared into the trousers once more, this time to reemerge with a soft, smooth bag of skin that loosely concealed two enormous orbs. Her tiny hand clutched at them while the Master’s flaccid member disappeared further into her mouth.

After a few minutes of gently suckling at Scott’s penis, she replaced her mouth with her hand and began to pump the Master. The only sound in the room was the slurping of Master’s foreskin rolling over his plum colored cock head. His maleness took on its own life, growing from a plump sausage into an elongating rope, and finally to a marble shaft ten inches long. Now Master Scott motioned to the Mistresses. They approached him and began to remove his clothing. His suit coat and shirt were tossed aside revealing his densely muscled chest and stomach. They stripped him of his pants and boxers while Sarah knelt silently and held his rigid length in her delicate hand. The three goddesses then returned to their positions behind the small sofa.

Master Scott looked over his shoulder at us. He nodded at the eunuchs. They rose and crossed the room, taking up positions behind the goddesses. The three women almost simultaneously leaned forward, as if choreographed, and placed their weight on the back of the sofa. In leaning forward they spread their smooth, delicate legs apart and raised their tight round bottoms in the air exposing their loins to the eunuchs. Wasting no time, the eunuchs dove tongue first into the asses of the black woman and the brunette. Mistress Thecia pointed at me, “You, come here. You are my pussy slut tonight.” I rose and joined the eunuchs on my knees, breathing in the heady aroma of female arousal wafting from Thecia’s luscious, spread bottom.

“Richard, take off all of your clothes,” pleaded Sarah as she lightly stroked Scott. Richard, still ashen, rose and stripped himself. When he was finished he sat back down on the couch.

“Good, now Richard, stroke that little thing for our amusement while I pleasure your superior male counterpart,” Sarah said with a cruelly taunting note in her voice. He grasped at his tiny meat and jerked. It gathered strength and stirred to barely three inches in his sweaty fist. It was no bigger around than the neck of a wine bottle. His grapes retreated into their sack tight against his body. The women in the room smirked at his pathetic genitals and bucked their hips against me and the eunuchs.

“Mistresse Thecia, my favorite of favorites, would you let our new cuckhold come now?” the Master asked as Sarah bobbed back and forth on his meat.

“No, Master Scott, not yet. His last spilling of seed must be special.” She drew out the word ‘last’ and Richard almost fainted. “Oh, Sarah, you haven’t told poor Richard about our decision?” Thecia wriggled her hips in my face and reached back, grabbing my hair and pulling my face deep into the soft folds of her labia.

“No, Mistress, I wanted it to be a special surprise.” She turned to Richard. “Richard, my darling, you will either leave here tonight without your testicles, which you will offer to Master Scott and Mistress Thecia for immediate removal, or without me,” she said matter of factly as her Master’s gigantic member hit her in the chin. “Mmmmm,” she turned her head to engulf it once more.

“Richard, make us your offering, we’re waiting,” demanded the Master as he grabbed Sarah’s blonde head and shoved it in toward his hips. His huge balls dangled below her chin. “Don’t look so shocked. Sarah has graciously shared with me your secret desires. As she is my slave now, I decided your fate.”

After a minute, Richard stood slowly with a look of despair on his face. His little cock remained hard and jutted out from his callow, soft body. The Master reached out toward him and opened his palm at waist level. Richard stepped forward and straddled the Master’s hand, placing his scrotum lightly on the waiting palm. The palm closed tight. Richard managed to wince out, “Master, I offer you my inferior manhood.”

“Good, now kneel here beside Sarah.” He kneeled and opened his mouth. The Master simply swung his meat from her mouth to his. Mistress Thecia laughed at his cuckholding, then moaned as I ran my tongue around her clit and swollen labia.

As Richard timidly began to suck on the Master’s swollen meat, the Mistresses stood up and moved around from behind the couch to sit down again in the plump, overstuffed reading chairs that surrounded the sofa. They were followed there by the eunuchs and myself, who prostrated ourselves on the wood floor in front of them. Mistress Thecia wriggled out of her latex thong and tossed it aside, spreading her lean, taught legs for me to worship. Mistress India, the black woman, pulled her white lace panties to her ankles and spread her dark brown thighs to allow her eunuch access to her engorged pink lips. Mistress Nikita followed suit, grabbing the eunuch’s head and shoving it down into the splayed, damp folds between her thighs.

At the center of the action, Sarah, nude except for her red garter belt and stockings and the Master entwined limbs, his fingers disappearing between her legs. She moaned with ecstasy, her chest bounced as his fingers hit home. Richard, kneeling below them, worked the Master with his mouth, sucking avidly, and fondling his own tiny erection. Sarah noted her boyfriends pathetic display of servitude.

“Get used to his cock, dear. You’ll be eating his spunk very often from now on.” Sarah smirked and said, “And soon the only spunk you’ll see will come from this beautiful prick. Your supply will run dry after tonight,” while reaching down and stroking the hard shaft in her boyfriend’s mouth.

Master Scott gathered Sarah up in his arms and flung her down on the sofa, literally kicking Richard out of the way. “Testicled slaves, come here.” I stirred from between Thecia’s milky thighs and John rose and crossed the room to kneel again next to Master Scott. “My male slaves, you may use Sarah for your pleasure,” he said with a sweeping gesture toward Sarah as she lay prostrate on the couch. “Richard, how do you like two horny, sissy boys fucking her? Huh? Knowing you’ll never enter her again, and yet these two total strangers are tasting her forbidden fruits.” With that, John and I stood in front of Scott while he unlocked our chastity belts. Our penises throbbed to full erection in seconds upon being released from their cages. I grabbed Sarah from behind and jammed my liberated hard-on into her wet slit. She reached back and spread her cheeks to allow me deeper. John slapped Sarah in the face with his dong and she slurped it into her mouth with a few shakes of her blonde head.

“Master Scott,” protested Richard, “please don’t do this. I’m not ready for this yet. Sarah, please, I can’t watch you do this!” Richard pleaded, but Sarah merely chuckled and bucked her hips harder against mine. Not having cum for two weeks, I quickly liberated an enormous load of nut juice into her spasming crotch. I immediately pulled out and showed Scott my limp, wet tool. “Good boy,” was all he said as he re-fastened my chasity tube. As soon as I finished, John moved in to take my place. A few quick thrusts, and his swollen nuts drained into her warm cunt. His equipment shrivelled up as Scott worked the clear plastic tube back over the wet worm. John’s balls were pulled through the ring and the lock was secured. I returned to my vigil at Mistress Thecia’s wet cunt.

“Richard, lay down,” Sarah commanded. He lay beneath her at the foot of the couch. Slowly and gingerly, Sarah climbed down off the sofa while maintaining her horizontal posture. She positioned her freshly stretched loins above her victim’s mouth, her labia barely brushed his lips. “Open your mouth, cuckhold. Eat this!” She relaxed her vaginal muscles to loose a torrent of semen from her gash as we watched in silence. It filled Richard’s mouth and he could be heard swallowing it down in little gulps. As she released our copious loads onto her lover’s face she also began to grasp at his tiny member. It stirred to life in her hand. She jerked fast and hard and soon Richard moaned as his stiffie spurted. His white spunk oozed out onto her porcelain hand but she simply licked it off and laughed.

“Sarah, you are a crueller bitch than I first thought! I think it’s time to collect on his offering, don’t you?” Thecia said, observing the humiliation from a few feet away.

“Yes, I do too. Relieving him of these,” she said while closing her fist around his sack and pulling, “has become my overwhelming fantasy since he first told me about his ‘desires.’”

Scott interjected: “Then I think you’d better see my collection first.” Then Scott, penis still dangling engorged between his thighs, walked over to a walnut cabinet, opened it and grabbed what looked like two peanut butter jars. He returned to the center of the room, jars in hand. The clear glass revealed two white, pink-speckled orbs floating lifeless in the preserving fluid of each jar. “These are the gonads of my two eunuch servants, which I keep to remind them of their emasculation at my hands. Richard, before you leave tonight, your cuckhold loins will be removed and pickled just like these. The same goes for my still intact male servants. If the Mistresses so desire, we will castrate both of you tonight for their pleasure. I guess I’ll put it a vote. Mistresses, do you want to castrate them?”

Mistress Thecia, brownish pink nipples erect atop the fullness of her natural tits, spoke up, “Yes, absolutely. I want them castrated immediately. It’s digusting, their little hairy ballsacks dangling in my face. I’d love to slice those balls off.”

Now Mistress India chimed in, “I’m with Thecia, let’s make them eunuchs tonight. I want to see those pathetic white balls come off.” She plunged a finger into her pinkish brown labia and stirred the wet folds as she coolly discussed the fate of our genitals. Nikita just nodded in agreement while softly cooing from the eunuch’s oral attention to her swollen clitoris.

“That settles it then, we’ll nut them all tonight, we’ll have ourselves a six-pack!” laughed Scott as he returned to the cabinet and brought out three empty jars. He placed the empty jars on a table next to the two with their disembodied contents. Next he went into another room adjacent to the library and reappeared wheeling in what looked like a gynecologist’s exam table. It was a long padded bench, reposed at an angle, with stirrups to guide and spread the legs and clamps to lock the ankles in place. He wheeled it in front of the sofa and motioned to his eunuchs. They rose and left the room, returning moments later with several leather satchels. Placing these at the foot of the exam table, they quickly returned to their vigil between the luscious thighs of the women.

Mistress Thecia rose out of her chair and stood over Richard. Her tight ass flexed, displaying her fertility and power in its rounded, muscular form. She swiftly kicked at Richard’s crotch and brought out a wail of agony as her stockinged toes made contact with his unprotected bag. As Richard doubled over, Master Scott and Mistress Thecia hauled him up off the floor and onto his feet. Bewildered by pain, Richard looked around confused as they guided him up onto the exam table. They quickly secured his hands and guided his legs up over the stirrups. Then his ankles were locked into place, spreading his thighs wide, leaving the scrotum dangling in full view.

Thecia, eyes sparkling with sadistic impulses, manipulated his sack between her long, pale fingers, smirking, licking her lips. She gloated, “Richard, you may not realize it now, but you really no longer have any need for these little balls. You’ll be better off as a eunuch since you are now Sarah’s cuckhold, pussy cleaner, and fluffer. You’ll be sucking any cock you’re commanded too, including Master Scott’s whenever he desires. You won’t be using this little worm much anymore. So I will un-man you now in front of these women. Don’t be surprised if we jill off while I’m taking your jewels, we don’t get to see this very often, unfortunately!”

“Yes,” Sarah moaned, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, Richard. Thecia his testicles are yours. Nut him however you’d like. Only let me play with the balls before you pickle them, OK?” Thecia was busily arranging instruments on a tray next to the table while Sarah spoke. Scott moved around behind Sarah, mounting her on the sofa. “Master, fuck my pussy while I watch Richard lose his manhood, I’m fertile as hell and I need your cum,” she wriggled her hips and slapped her firm buttcheek. Scott began to fuck Sarah deeply, pulling her red hair back with his fist, while the Mistresses watched. His powerful loins slapped into her tummy and plump, firm buns.

As Scott pounded away at his slave’s wet cunt, Thecia went into action. Nude except for white nylon stockings, she hovered over Richard’s crotch, cleaning and swabbing, and finally shaving him in preparation. She went back into the leather bag and came up with a stainless steel elastrator. She carefully slipped a band onto the tongs of the device. I could see her pubic mound glisten, damp and warm, as she prepared for the gelding. Mistresses India and Nikita rose from their chairs and gathered around the exam table for a better view.

Thecia fed the pouch of skin and muscle through the stretched band, then worked his balls through one at a time, while the black domme smiled and taunted him as she held the jaws of the elastrator open. “I’m gonna enjoy watching your little white balls come off! I can’t wait to her them smack the floor as Thecia castrates you.”

Thecia grabbed both balls and pulled them away from Richard’s body as India released the band high up on his scrotum with a loud snap. A second band was loaded and the rapidly purpling testicles were once again pulled through as the black woman held the jaws. A second band found its mark and Richard’s nuts became trapped in a little bag of shiny purple skin, stretched to the limit by the latex band.

“Richard, dear, you balls are now dying from a lack of blood flow. They will die within the hour unless the bands are removed. Don’t worry, though, I plan to remove that band just as soon as your sack is safely in this dish,” Thecia mocked, while holding up a small porcelain tray. India had slipped a hand under her panties and was rubbing furiously. Nikita, meanwhile, massaged her enormous breasts, concentrating on her ripe, brown aereolas.

On the sofa, Sarah cried out in ecstasy, “Thecia, do it, nut him, castrate that sissy…Unnnnhhh, oh God, oh fuck me, Scott, fuck me baby!…” as Scott rode her mercilessly. Thecia returned to the leather bag for the last time and brought out what looked like shiny, stainless steel garden shears.

“Richard, do you know what this is?” Richard was silent, petrified by the fear and lust of his fantasy finally coming true. “Well, I’ll tell you…it’s a bull lopper, built to castrate a thousand pound bull. It should have no trouble with your pathetic little sack.” She placed the cutting jaws of the device between the two bands on his deep red scrotum. “Ready, girls?” Both Nikita and India, standing at either side of the table, spread their damp thighs and fingered themselves with abandon.

“Sarah, I’ve changed my mind, please I don’t wanna lose them, please don’t, please!” Richard yelped as the jaws of the cutter brushed his skin.

“Richard, you think you can fool me? Your fierce erection betrays you. I know what it means when a man gets a hard-on during his castration,” cooed Thecia, holding a handle of the massive steel device in each hand, “I’m gonna enjoy this more than you will.” Thecia’s ample breasts bounced, nipples erect, as she arched her back and took a deep breath. She paused for what seemed like a year, poised and ready to close the blades. Finally she exhaled and began to bring her hands together imperceptibly slowly. As the razor sharp edges bit into his flesh, she continued her slow emasculation. Richard shrieked like a baby and bucked his hips against the restraints. Mistress India smacked a pussy soaked hand over his mouth to silence him, while her other disappeared between her damp, dark thighs.

With unbelievable cruelty, Mistress Thecia continued the slow journey of her hands along the arc of the cutter. The blades inexorably continued to seek each other through the flesh of his loins. As the last of his spermatic cords and blood vessels yielded to the shearing pressure, metal found metal and the blades slid shut. Yet the severed sack remained stuck between his legs, as if the spermatic ducts simply traveled through the steel and into his body. As Thecia drew the knurled steel handles apart Richard’s testicles fell from his body to the walnut floor, coming to rest at her delicate toes. Nikita and India gasped and shuddered as the loins smacked the floor.

Thecia handed the lopper to one of the eunuchs, and bent down to retrieve Richard’s banded scrotum. Placing the purple, bloody sack on a small porcelain tray, she cut the band, releasing the gonads from their scrotal pouch. As the pink, marbled orbs oozed into view Thecia spread her legs and jilled herself until she convulsed in shameless orgasmic spasms.

At this point the three women, panting heavily and fingers slick with their own vaginal juices, retired to their chairs to recover from their orgasmic exertions. Scott climbed off of Sarah and took her by the hand. He led her over to Richard, who was wimpering softly and crying. Master Scott reclined the exam table until it was horizontal. Then he went for the tray holding the eunuch’s privates. He returned and placed it on Richard’s chest.

Sarah was almost beside herself to see her eunuch’s disembodied equipment. She rapidly stabbed at her pussy while squishing the slimy orbs between her fingers, pinching and poking at the fatty membranes that sheathed the organs. She came quickly, in short inhaled bursts. Scott just stood over Richard’s head and stroked his impressive erection until he arched his back and released a cascade of sperm onto Richard’s face and chest.

After a moment, the eunuchs came forward, removed the tray from Richard’s chest and wiped Scott’s sperm from his face and neck. They took him down off of the exam table and helped him limp to a side room with a bed and a shower. Sarah excused herself to go tend to her new eunuch.

Later that night, Thecia presided as two more tightly banded scrotums fell with their gonads to the wooden floor. Just as with Richard, our testes were removed from their sacks and passed around for the amusement of the ladies. All four women delighted in our humiliation as they gleefully palmed our severed orbs. John was less fortunate than I, being forced to watch as his testes were cooked and consumed among the guests. Mine were pickled and given to Thecia as a remembrance of that evening. I now serve Master Scott as his eunuch.