My name is Ivan. At the end of my senior year in high school I began to receive my letters of acceptance to various colleges and universities. This was a time to change and time to leave old friends and make new ones. I wasn't sure what school I wanted to go to, but I had it narrowed down to 3 schools. I visited each and weighed the pros and cons of attending each one. I wanted to be in a fraternity and while visiting each campus I scoped out the fraternity rows of my prospective schools.         I felt all three schools had many things in favor of my attending each, but I decided that the school for me was going to be a private university called the Gordon Malston School of Science. It is a very prestigious institution and the graduates often go on to have incredibly successful careers. This decision would later prove to be a turning point in my life.     I enjoyed my last summer at home, said goodbye to my friends and set off for Malston. Initially I decided to live in the dorms, but had my eyes set on joining one of the many fraternities on campus. The second week of school was rush week. I decided to rush 2 or 3 houses, but one in particular piqued my interest. Upsilon Nu Kappa, I decided, was the house for me.     At their booth in the student union, I was invited to attend an introductory party at the UNK house. The guys seemed friendly, and were looking for freshmen that could continue the spirit of UNK house. I arrived at the house about 15 minutes after the party started (I didn't want to seem to eager). About 80 freshmen were invited to the party, and I was told by some of the members of UNK that only about 20 of us would eventually become members of UNK. They liked to consider themselves an elite fraternity, one that not only participates in traditional Greek society, but also gives about twice what the other houses on campus did to the local community.     I was introduced to a junior brother named Brad. He took me around UNK house and showed me the layout and the wall of fame. This wall was the place that the high achievers of UNK were honored. Usually to earn a place on this wall, the member would have excelled in academics or sports. There was something odd about the photos on the wall. Those that excelled in sports looked extremely masculine, but those that made high marks academically seemed to have softer features. Initially I thought this odd, but I shrugged it off.     As my tour continued I was shown various things, I saw some member bedrooms, the bathrooms, kitchen, living area, and laundry room. There was one room I was curious about, but Brad said that I would have to wait until I was a member to see what was in there, because that room was for members only. My curiosity was running full steam now. I had to become a member of this fraternity so I knew what happened in that room.     We all partied well into the early morning and I returned to my dorm room. About a week later I was invited back to UNK for another party. I noticed that out of the original 80 that there were now only 40. It was explained to us that some of these people had pledged other houses and that some were simply not called back. I was excited. I made the initial cut! They also explained that they couldn't take all 40 of us into the house, and that another 20 of us would be taken off the pledge list. This would not happen until after the party tonight, and those who were successful would be notified during the next week.     We were told to enjoy ourselves at this party, there was going to be a scavenger hunt and the 3 most successful pledges would be guaranteed entrance into the house. I thought this would be difficult, but at least I would have fun doing it. There were several items on the list, and it seemed like an odd assortment. There were many items that you would find on a farm, some things in a music store, and yet other things you would find in a hardware store. I was expecting an assortment more along the lines of the swiping of stop signs, egging a rival fraternity house and the like.     I was paired with 2 other guys named Charlie and Todd. Our list was made up of 5 items. First was a piano wire, the next was a folding table, third was a pair of pliers, fourth was 2 lengths of rope, the last item was emasculator rings from the farm supply store. We had until the next afternoon at 12 to collect our items, and those that finished first would be guaranteed a space in the house.     I later learned that every group had an odd item, to see if our desire to be part of the UNK house was true. Ours was the emasculator rings, a couple other groups had to find surgical instruments, and yet others had razors and odd shaving items. Later I would find out that these lists were crafted, as they were to keep us from having enough items to figure out what they wanted to do. The emasculator rings should have been the clue, but I was so eager to get into UNK that nothing seemed to matter.     By noon the next day, the 3 of us returned to UNK and handed over our items. We were told to come back later that night to attend another short party.     I went to class that afternoon, and just daydreamed about the party that night. I must have only taken about 1/3 of a page of notes for a class that I normally would have taken 5 or 6. I was so eager to see the house again and to find out if I would make it in.     After supper, I showered and got ready for the party. I arrived about a quarter after eight and the 20 people left on the list of rushees were gathered into the living room and the announcement was made. They went down the list. This was the list of those who had made it into the fraternity. My name came last; I was worried for a second that they might have changed their minds about allowing me in. I was elated, I had become a member of a nice, small fraternity.     As the announcement went on, they explained what was expected of us as pledges. We would be required to clean the house for the next month, do the chores normally reserved for our sponsoring brother (in my case, Brad), and on the final night of our hell month, we would be required to be present at the house for a full 24 hour period. Over the course of the next month we would find out what our life in UNK would be all about. What it means to be a UNK brother, and for those of us that didn't live up to the standard, well, we wouldn't be making the final cut.     The initiation rite was about to begin. We were finally allowed to see the members only room. It was a rather sterile looking place, but looked as if it was used for team showering or something. There were no shower stalls in the back of the room, but there was a wall about 1/2 way to the ceiling outlining one corner of the large room. The inside of this area was finished with tiles and had 5 showerheads coming out of the wall.     We were ordered to strip, and in four groups of five, we were taken into the stall by our sponsoring brothers and cleansed of our daily grime. Next the first of the instruments was brought in. We were told this was the first of two rituals to be performed. This first ritual was to completely shave our bodies. We were told that once shaven, it was our responsibility to keep our bodies hairless for the entire month. Before the water was turned on, our sponsors received a pair of scissors with which to cut the longer hairs from our bodies. Mostly our pubic hair. After this task was finished, we were allowed to shower and were encouraged to soap up really well, all over.     After that task was completed. The water was turned off, and our sponsors got out razors and began to shave our hair away. This was highly erotic, and I never felt that I could get aroused near another man. But low and behold, I started to get an erection. When the razor hit my balls, my soft erection suddenly became a raging hard-on. I was so embarrassed! But then I looked around, and saw that I wasn't the only pledge that was having this problem.     Once we were finished shaving, we were taken out to the living area, and we watched TV. Of course, we didn't just watch the nightly news. The brothers had provided us with pornos to watch. I was really beginning to feel that this place wouldn't be so bad. I mean, I have to shave my body, but that isn't that bad if all I have to do is that and some chores to watch pornos all night long.     The pledges were required to remain naked, but most of the rest of the brothers just lounged around in their underwear. I looked around the room. The pledges were all sporting hard-ons at the sight on the screen. Most of the brothers were as well. One brother even had his cock out and was beating off to the sights. I kept looking around, and all the brothers were sporting hard-ons through their shorts, all but one. The president of the fraternity didn't have one. And I thought this odd. He must have one really TINY pecker.     Over the course of the next month we maintained our cleaning responsibilities and daily hygiene rituals. We were told that hygiene was very important for the final initiation into the UNK house. If we didn't comply with the orders of our senior brothers, we would be forced out.     During the second week of hell month, we were tested. They wanted to see if any of us would engage in homosexual acts. Of course, we were required to perform these acts upon our fellow pledges and not on our brothers. The key to the test was that if we didn't perform at least one homosexual act, we would be turned out of the fraternity.     I have always felt a bit confused about my feelings sexually, and decided to use this opportunity to explore this facet or sexuality. They started us off with easy things like giving mild massages and the like, by the end of the week they had us lining each other up to receive blowjobs.     As it turned out, I liked to give my fellow pledges good head. I actually enjoyed it greatly. This is what sealed it up for me, I was definitely gay. I had not known this before, but something seemed very right about it. Just the fact that I was a man made the ability to pleasure another man increase significantly. After all, a man knows what a man likes to feel. There was definitely no turning back now.     During the third week of hell month, we were ordered to begin wearing a device around our ball sacks known as a ball stretcher. I didn't know what purpose this would serve, but I guessed it would make my balls hang a bit lower than they normally did. All the while our brothers were telling us what a nice addition to the UNK house we were gonna be once the initiation was over. I was so excited, I was about to become a full-fledged member of the fraternity.     Week 4 was rather uneventful. We continued to wear our ball stretchers and performed all the chores we were told to. The highlight of this week was the party to be held that Saturday night. What was even more exciting was that we were to be paired up with a pledge from our sister sorority at the conclusion of the evening.     I could hardly wait! The end was very near, and after that I would be confirmed as a brother in the UNK fraternity. The last few days went by and seemed like an eternity, but finally the big night had arrived.     We were all ordered to remove our ball stretchers that evening. The party was to begin at 7 PM and we were to be wearing the clothes that were laid out on the beds in our sponsoring brothers room. We all showed up that evening wearing the shorts and T-shirts that were provided to us. We were allowed to mingle among the guests and do whatever we wanted to until midnight. At midnight the final initiation rite was to occur. I could hardly wait, after midnight I would forever be a member of the UNK fraternity.     What I found odd at the party was that we had about 80 guys present (including the pledges) but only 20 women were there. When midnight approached, everyone headed into the "secret" meeting room. It was set up with all the things that were gathered during the scavenger hunt a month earlier. When I saw what was gathered I was a bit uneasy, but determined to finish my initiation.     The pledges, including myself, were tied to the wall with the ropes. On the floor next to each place on the wall was a clear tube. I wasn't sure what they intended to do with it, but we were told to wait until the lottery had been held, and then we would know.     The women were the ones holding the lottery. They each were to draw lots from a hat with a number on them. This sufficiently randomized the number they were to receive. The number that each drew corresponded to a place on the wall. Once the numbers were drawn, the president of the fraternity spoke to the crowd.         He Said, "Tonight is the night that we initiate our 20 new brothers into the Upsilon Nu Kappa fraternity. For those who have not figured it out, this is a gay fraternity. If this is not what you intended to join, or you are uncomfortable being a part of this fraternity, speak now and you'll be allowed to leave..."     Nobody spoke. Apparently the conditioning over the last month seemed to diminish the phobias of the men that were here to become members.     "The women you see before you are all lesbians. When they joined their sorority, they went though a selection process that weeded out those who did not want to have children. Tonight, these women are here to 'harvest' your semen so that they may use it to create a child. They are not required to be impregnated immediately, but if they choose to do that, they may..."     I was slightly intrigued by this, I had always wanted to be a father, but since I made my final discovery this month, I wondered how I would do it.     "Now, you will be given your last chance to back out of being a member of the UNK house. Once you go past this point, you will not be given another chance to leave until the initiation ritual concludes later this evening..."     I was amazed, nobody asked to be released. It was amazing to me that all these men would be willing to father a child with a woman they still had not formally met.     "Let the final initiation begin..."     With that, the women came up to us one by one and took their place. I was paired with a brunette, about 5'3" tall, and average height and build. She was fairly attractive, but by no means a super model. She just smiled at me and said, "You are a very attractive stud, it will be a joy to bear your child." With that, she began to jack me off, at first very slowly, then faster. She told me that I had better let her know when I was about to cum, so that she could capture all of my seed in the tube. I was experiencing pure ecstasy, and I almost forgot to tell her when I was coming. She jerked me harder and faster until all at once I screamed out, "NOW! I'm gonna shoot... uuuhhhhnnnn..." She held the tube to the end of my cock, and I watched my sperm shoot into the clear vial. She just grinned widely and said, "I hope it was good for you, it's the last one you're gonna get for a long time..." I didn't understand what she meant by that, but I had a feeling with the look on our sponsor brothers eyes, that it wasn't something good. As the women stepped away, our sponsors came up to us with small containers. They opened up the containers and what I saw in there stuck a sense of panic in my mind. There were scalpels, suturing needles and thread, and sterile bandages and the like. I figured whatever it was they were gonna do to us, was fairly major. Our sponsors and all the guests stripped naked at this point, and we were allowed to have one hand released. With this hand, we were instructed to feel the bodies of our sponsors. We were told to pay close attention to what we were feeling, because when we felt something different, we were to know what was to be coming for us. It was made know that it was important to feel all over, and if there was a part that we wanted to feel, the sponsor was to let us do so. All this time the president of the fraternity remained behind a table, his nakedness outside our view. I began to touch Brad all over. I started at his head. I felt the scalp, his face, and his shoulders and was about to move to his chest. Suddenly I heard someone yell, "NO!, you're not going to do that to us!, dear God no!" I stopped cold, looked at what part of the body that the guy five men down from me was touching. I turned very pale for he was touching the ballsack of his sponsor. I immediately touched Brad's genitals. My worst fears were confirmed. He didn't have testicles. The big secret of the UNK house was that all the brothers were eunuchs. Most of the men wanted out right then, but then I remembered something, the fraternity president had said that none of were going to be released until the initiation rite was completed. As it turned out, this rite was castration. I now looked around, I was number five. As the president stood up to finish telling us about the initiation another shocking sight was revealed. The fraternity president, although he looked quite masculine and built, didn't have any genitals. He had not only been castrated, but his cock was removed as well. The president spoke, "I know it is shocking, but we are not only a gay fraternity, but a fraternity of eunuchs as well. No brother in our fraternity has testicles. It is going to be a shock to you, but you'll be too embarrassed, initially, to tell anyone that your balls have been cut off. This helps us keep our little secret, and one day, you'll be so glad that you are not controlled by those things, that you'll voluntarily keep the secret..." He continued, "There is also a requirement to be the president of this fraternity. As you can see, my cock has been removed. I am sexually nullified. To be president, you must have your cock removed. It is the highest honor of the UNK house. Tonight, we prepare our next president to take over..." "I would now like to introduce you all to our next president. Brad, will you willing give up your last signs of maleness to be our president?" Brad just smiled and nodded in agreement. "Brad will be having his cock removed after the last rite of initiation of our new members. Let's proceed..." The castrations began by all of us having elastrator bands placed on our scrotums. We were told that as time passed, the balls would die if we didn't remove the bands. Some guy begged to have the bands released. Those please fell upon deaf ears. Fortunately for all of us, we were given a shot of anesthetic to relieve any pain. It appeared that the castrations would be done one-by-one down the line. I was to be the fifth one to lose my masculinity. We were all in awe, and filled with fright, as the sponsor of the first pledge stepped up to his man. He looked at the sack, made sure the ring was secure, and the picked up a piano wire. He placed the wire around the scrotum and pulled tightly. In one short plop, the balls of the first man were no longer on him. The second man had his balls removed with a knife. Like the first, his balls were placed in a small jar of preservative. Unlike the first man he wasn't wimpering. He actually seemed content to have it done. I watched the third and forth guys lose their balls. They both pleaded, but oddly, I was becoming very aroused at this sight. My cock got very stiff. When Brad came to me he removed a scalpel from his box. I watched intently as he cut into my scrotum. He made a circular incision around the base near the band, and pulled my sack off my body. Then he proceeded to tie off the cords to my left testicle. Then he took the scalpel, and in one swift movement, severed the nut from my body. It was at this point that I said something. I looked at Brad and said, "put your ear near me, I want to whisper something to you..." Brad Complied. Then I said, "I am turned on by all of this. Would it be possible to let me take the scalpel and cut of my last ball?" He smiled, then removed the ropes from my hand and handed me the scalpel. I couldn't believe it. Here I was, ready to make myself a eunuch, and just an hour before I was very scared about the idea. Now I was so horny about it, that it would be no problem for me to emasculate myself. I took the thread, and tied off the blood vessels and cord to my remaining testicle. I then picked up the scalpel, placed it just below the tied off portion of my cords, and applied pressure. Slowly, wanting to savor the moment, I cut off my last testicle, and by doing so, relegated my self to the life of a eunuch. It seemed very foreign to me to look down at my crotch and see just my hard cock, and no balls hanging under it. I couldn't believe it, I just aided in cutting off my balls. And in some ways it was very liberating. I then walked away from my bonds at the wall and watched the remaining 15 men become eunuchs. They all pleaded not to be emasculated, but to no avail. One of them, I think it was number 14, Came as his balls were being cut from his body. That was an amazing sight, a man spurting his last load of semen as a complete man, and finishing the load as a eunuch. During the next half-hour, the jars were labeled, sealed, and picked up and placed on the table at the front of the room. The president welcomed all of us into the UNK fraternity. It was awesome looking at that table and seeing forty recently severed testicles in jars. It was amazing that in this room sat 20 fresh eunuchs, and with them their 60 eunuch brothers. For the final act of the night, Brad was taken, placed on a different table, and all watched in amazement as the president of the fraternity catheterized his cock, injected anesthetic, and cut around the base. I was once again awestruck when I watched Brad's 9 inch, uncircumcised cock slide up the catheter. Brad had a look of complete satisfaction watching his cock slide up and away from his body forever. That was a night I'll never forget. I am very happy now being a eunuch. The woman who took my seed that night gave birth to a healthy baby boy one year later. I get to see my son nearly everyday, and he is a happy child. I'm a very proud papa. The one thing my family will never know, is that I am incapable of giving my son another sibling to play with. One day, when he is college age, I hope he can find his way to Malston, and into the UNK house. If he does, I hope he is prepared to go as far as I am. You see, Tomorrow is the initiation night for the new class of pledges, and at the end of the evening, I'm having my cock cut off.