VietNam Eunuch Part 1

Tp some of my young friends, the draft seemed like a short way to go; serve two years and then get out.

Unfortunately, with the current conflict going on, the original wording of the draft came into play. That wording was, "... two years, or the end of hostilities, which ever come last." That meant that the Army could, (and probably did), keep it's young draftees, for as long as it wanted to.

On the other hand, an enlistment for four years, meant that you could be out after four years, while those poor saps who got drafted, were still in; and to me, a four year enlistment was preferably to being drafted. Not only that, there had never been anyone, male or female, who had ever shied away from serving in the military, unless that forbear had been physically unable to withstand the rigors of service. And past that, no one in my family, had ever been drafted; and I was not about to start a precedent; not now, not ever.

Call us patriotic, if you want, but that was just how we all had been raised. But then, we were all members of the National Rifle Association, which was just as patriotic as we felt we were.

So a couple days after my 18th birthday, I went down to sign up for the draft, figuring I would be able to escape until graduating from High school.

While I was there, I met an older friend, whim I had known for several years.

He was running the draft office there, and after I had filled out the papers, we got to chatting, mostly about fishing and hunting.

But right in the middle of it all, my friend said, "You had better start thinking of signing up."

"Uh, what you mean" I asked?

"Flatly speaking Pete, your draft number will come up next week," he said.

"This aint kosher," I replied, "I figured I would get to at least finish High school."

"Well, the Army is running out of young men to train and send to VietNam, so they have been bunching up the numbers, just to collect more unfortunates."

"Damn, and I so wanted to have next weekend so I could go swimming at the lake," I said sadly.

"Wouldn't that be kida cold, this time of year?" he asked.

"It would, if I were swimming in the lake. But they got a new heated and covered pool up at the marina now, and I want to go up and try it out."

"well," he said, "You go right ahead. But remember what I said, you will be gone by a week from this Friday."

We talked for some more, but it wasn't too happy, especially since I was starting to worry about how I would tell my folks.

So after a few more minutes, I left the office, and headed for the parking lot, where I had left my truck.

As I walked out to it, I suddenly decided to go make the try at enlisting, figuring that, even if they (the rectuiters), knew I was to be drafted, maybe one of them could help me stay out of the draft.

Once in the truck, (after starting it, and getting it rolling), I drove across town to the Recruiting Center.

On the way, I know I caused several drivers to have heart attacks, and made many of the prety women I saw, turn and look my way, with some of them waving, and others blushing.

But then, seeing a big diesel truck, all decked out with lots of bright colors, but little chrome, slide by, with the driver waving at you, well . . . . . it was enough to make anyone blush; especially since most people in town figured I was not the 'straight arrow' kid I appeared to be.

The apperance was not an act, just an expression of who and what I was, although I didn't have the slightest interest in girls, other than as platonic friends.

Sexually, I was not drawn to either males, or females, as I had not had a desire for that, since dad beat my ass for getting involved in Gay sex, back when I was eight.

That whipping, quite literally, made me n=bury my strange feeling so deep, that it became literally impossible for me to enjoy the sex act, even through masturbation. Talk about having a problem.

To make up for the lack of sexual drive, I became very friendly, even to the point of seldom taking offense at anything anyone said of me, or of anything said about me, either to my face, or behind my back. I became, in short, impervious to any kind of verbal attack, in reference to my sexual development, or lack there of.

But then, given the fact that I had small jewels, (my cock, when hard, was only an inch long, and my nits almost didnt exist, being so small), I never cared for even playing with my self; which had led me to become the bottom/submissive for some neighborhood boys, for use as their sexual outlet, back when I was 8.

Even now, at 18, (ten years later), my lack of genital development, was seen not as an indication of me being Gay, (read that as being homosexual), but of me having, somewhere along the line, suffering from some sort of illness, which interrupted the natural developement of my male body.

There were those who said I was a prime candidate for being Gay, but even those who said that, often liked to make jokes about straights, as well as Gays.

As for my classmates, most of them didn't care about my lack of sexual prowess, simply due to me having such a friendly, outgoing personality.

If a kid was having problems, we could sit down, and he/she could cry on my shoulder, and tell me what was wrong. Then I would, in the guise of being a big brother, dispense with what ever seemed to be the proper solution to that person's problem.

And the solution, when applied, almost always worked.

But now, faced with being drafted, I felt I needed to preserve my right to finish high school, even though I knew I wouldn't get a diploma. But then that was due to having gone to a school, that some yahoo had torched, where my school records were lost. (I didnt do it, I liked going there. Truth told, I really enjoyed going to school.)

So I wound up missing a couple years worth of records, which couldn't be found, and no way to reproduce the missing records, even after acquiring the school records from the years prior to that point.

All of which would lead me to receiving a Certificate of Completion, for having completed 4 years of high school.

Which was why I felt the need to enlist, just to be able to walk across the stage, and receive that certificate.At the Recruiting Offices, I first checkd on the Army, but no one was there.

Then I went to the AF, and talked about me enlisting.

When I was asked why I wanted to enlist, I told them that I didnt want to be drafted, so I came to enlist.

The AF recruiters all had a good laugh, comparing me to a draft dodger, but without being mean about it.

The Marine recruiter turned me down, mostly due to me wearing glasses, but also because he was a good friend of mine, and knew that me, with my tiny jewels, would become the butt of all the jokes and pranks pulled during training.

When I went to the Navy recruiter, (another friend, who also knew about my lack of genital dv=evelopement), in speaking of my desire to enlist, he agreed that it would be possible for the Navy to sign me up on a delayed entry program, to allow me to finish school.

And with copies of the enlistment papers, when I got my draft notice, all i would have to do would be to show them to the draft board, and I wouldn't have to go.

Then we talked about where the Navy needed people, with me being signed up to put in four years in the Navy's Air wing, as a photographic specialist; since that seemed to be my best choice.

Once the papers were all signed, my friend expidited the paper work so that I could go for the physical, which one gets prior to shipping out. That was scheduled for that Friday, and Jim Johns, (the Navy recruiter), would come by and take me off to KCMO, where I would undergo the physical.

So I went back home, and proceeded to tell all my friends, that I had enlisted in the Navy, under a delayed entry program, so I could finish school.

And before the day was ovver, everyone in town knew that I had gone down and enlisted, enlisting in the Navy.

I didnt get much sleep that night, and when Jim came by to get me early the next morning, I was a bit groggy from lack of sleep, not to mention a bit giddy from anticipation.

Obn the way to KCMO, we didnt talk of the impending physical, but of what I could expect, once I got to the Navy's recruit training center.

Jim told me about when he went in, detailing most of the things he had learned, as well as remembering how mean, or so it seemed, that his Company Commander, and the DIs seemed to be.

Jim really felt that I, given my lack of genital growth, would find it easier to pass through Navy basic, than I would be able to do, were I to get drafted, or join the Marines.

We stopped for breakfast at a truck stop outside of KCMO, and once having eaten, it was only a hours drive te the Armed Forces Entrance and Enlistment Center.

Once there, Jim took me directly to the main office, where I was duly processed, and then I was led to a room where I joined that days crop of kids being inducted into the service.

First came a battery exam, where our mental and verbal and reactions were tested; which was followed late that afternoon, by a very complete physical.

Well, while the first part was easy, the second part, the physical, was anything but easy.

Actually, in comparision to the reaction tests and the other tests I went through that morning, the physical was easy. But being the last in the line of males, and right at the start of the line for females. . .it was anything but easy.

I wound up going through the whole physical testing twice, as someone forgot to list my sexual development as being male.

That led me to being bent over an exam table, and held down by a pair of well-muscled orderlies, while the doctor made a very prolonged study of my anal orifice. It was so prolonged, that I finally quipped, "Well, if you're gonna fuck me, then do it and get it over with."

I knew I should have kept my mouth shut, as right after I said that, the doctor, or whomever was back there, proceeded to do just that.

I heard the sound of a zipper, and then a voice that said, "Well, if he really wants to get fucked, then we should just all enjoy some hot, tight, faggot asshole."

As it was, though, only one guy actually did fuck me in my ass, but if he did use his cock, it must have been an awfuly skinny one. I didnt feel any pain when it went in, but afterwards, when I felt myself back there, I found someone had ejaculated all over my ass.

Had I not been forced to go through the line twice, I might have made it out and been able to go home; but since it was late when I finished, I was shown to a room where I would have a bunk to sleep on, so as to be at the center to finish up the next day.

In the room, as I slipped into my jeans, and put the rest of my clothes on a chair, I began wondering about where I would get something to eat, as my belly was churning, and protesting the lack of something to digest.

But I didnt have to wonder long, for right then, the door opened, and three girls entered, with one carrying a tray for someone, (me as it turned out), to eat from.

Well, they had been to the dining hall, while I was still in the medical center, and as they got ready to return to their room, they had grabbed a tray, cause they had been tols they would have a roommate who would bot be able to make it to the dining hall before it closed. So they brought the food back to their room with them.

Then, on discovering that they were sharing their room with a guy, one of the girls was ready to slam my face into the food on the tray.

Well, I was as shocked as they were, but when they left to protest having to room with me, all I heard from them when they returned was, "this ought to be fun".

So I got to finish the food on the tray, but was told, very blunty by the girls, that if I wished to stay, I had to wear a nighty to sleep in.

I just looked at them and smiled, and asked if they had a spare one I could borrow.

Well, they fully expected anything from me but that. So when I politely asked to borrow one, they were so shocked, that it was several moments before the redhead could speak, and then all she could do was sputter.

To solve their problem, I took off my jeans, (I wasn't wearing any underpants), and showed them the true extent of my genital development.

Talk about surprise; they were flabbergasted. They were also suddenly put to apologixing for their previous rude behavior. I accepted their apologu, but did asl a second time if one had a nighty I could borrow to sleep in.

The redhead, (Jill), loaned me one, that like the one she wore, barely covered out crotches.

Bobbi (the brunette), and Rachel (who had dark brown hair), both agreed that with me in that nightie, I looked more like a girl, than a boy.

So we went to the showers, where we each took turns scrubbing each other down.

They were amazed at my total lack of embarrassment at being with three sexy, and horny chicks, but they all got a bit sad, when I told them that I had never experienced sex with a girl.

That led to Rachel asking about my limited sexual life, which led me to tell them about my sexual experiences back when I was 8 years old, and what happened after daddy found out.

All three were shocked to learn that there still existsed parents who would lock their kids into closets, and do so even after raising welts across their backside. But while they helped me get clean, (like I was helping them do), they all three decided that I beeded some help to become more masculine.

Unfortunately, that was not to be, for once we finished our shower, and were toweling off, another group of girls entered the shower, with their leader seeing me and my lack of endowment, to point out my lack, and then gleefully say, to her group, "Look at the little fairy girls. Obviously he cant be a boy with such little toys, so he must be a girl."

They laughed, and looked at me, expecting me to cringe in shame. But they got shocked when I looked back, and calmly asked, "Is there a point to your rather obnoxious attitude?"

They were further shicked when I turned and ignored them to slip back into the nightie I had worn, to follow my room mates out of the shower, and back to our rooml where we spent some time getting ready for bed.

Jill was all for going back and trashing that other girl, but I talked her out of it, saying it was no big deal, since I had been subjected to that line of taunting for 10 years. And besides, it didnt really change anything.

I was still underdeveloped in the genital department, and it was unlikely that anything was going to grow over

night. So the best thing to do would be to forget it, and just continue as we were doing.

That led to Rachel wondering if I could pass for a girl, since we had learned that our physicals would not continue on Saturday, but would resume on Monday.

I was willing to try, so the girls got together, and once I was naked, proceeded to attempt to transform me into a young woman.

I got my hair styled into a feminine style, and got a bit of makeup added to my face, with fake finger nails added to my fingers.

Then I was dressed in hose, garter belt, and a bra, (which proved to not need much padding, since it allowed the extra skin of my chest, to be formed into a small pair of tits).

That was followed by the three of them dressing much as I was dressed, which was followed by Jill helping me slip into one of her dresses, while I assisted Bobbi in sliding into one of her dresses.

Then, once dressed, and with foot wear in place, we decided to go to the common room, and enjoy ourselves down there.

Well, being dressed out like a girl was strange to me, but somehow it didn't seem ridiculous, or demeaning.

Actually, it felt like I was just doing what was natural for me to do; almost as if I were a real girl, instead of a cross-dressed boy.

When that other group of girls came into the common room, to find the four of us playing pool; the leader of that other group, came over and apologized to me, telling me she was sorry for trying to cause a scene.

Then she went on to say that ot was obvious that I should have been born a girl, to which Jill replied, "You are right, but Petey was born a guy, which is really too bad, since she obviously looks better in girls clothes, than she does in boys stuff."

So we had a fun time in the common room, and then went back to our quarters to go to bed.

I was a bit downcast at having to revert to being a guy, especially since it was known that we would probably never meet again during our service careers; even though the four of us were going into the Navy.

I was going to become a photographic technician, while they were going to become nurses, which would mean that it would be highly unlikely, that our paths would ever cross.

Bobbi did suggest that I opt for nurses school, but when I said I had no desire to work in or around a hospital, she dropped that idea.

But then I said that they should opt for being techs, and get out of nursing school, since they could do better as techs, than nurses.

Since we had lots of materials for the different ranks in the Navy, we sat down and discussed the merits of each rate, as opposed to the merits of being a nurse. But, when it came right down to it, they felt that being a nurse would have a better effect on their future lives, once they got out of the Navy, as then they would be Registered Nurses, and could just about go where they wished to go.

That made sense to me, and I congratulated them on their chices.

Then we heard the intercom spark, with a voice telling us it was time to go to bed.

So we went to bed.

The next day, after rising, getting dressed and cleaning up, we went to the dining hall, where we had breakfast, and learned that we had both Saturday and Sunday to ourselves.

So we went back to our room, and changed clothes, with me getting into a dress again.

Then we went out and enjoyed ourselves, having lunch at a nice cafe near the railroad station, and then spending the afternnon, seeing what few sights we could get to.

That evening we went to a club which Jill had heard about, only to discover that the majority of customers were guys who dressed like girls.

It was interesting, to say the least, even more so when this leather clad guy came over and made a pass at me.

I was somewhat shocked that I could be considered woman enough to be the receiver of a pass; but when he said that he felt I deserved it, I just had toi kiss him, which led to him and I winding up in his van for some hot sex.

He showed not one hint of revulsion at finding I had a cock, as he was rather more interested in how tight and hot and wet my keister was. And believe me, it was juicy.

To say I was aroused, would have been an understatement, but before we got started, I had to stop him and tell him that I had not had sex like this for 10 years.

He said not to worry, as he would be gentle, and gentle he was, but he also wanted my hot, tight, juicy ass to sheathe his cock with.

Talk about being hot, not only was he hot and horny, but just being with him made me just as hot and horny; and that led to me enjoying my first fuck in 10 years.

It was so wonderful, especially when he ejaculated up inside my ass, causing me to react with orgasms, just like those a real female would have. And that turned him on so much, that he didn't pull out, but continued moving his cock in and out of my hole, as he worked himself to a second, even stronger, climax; causing me to have an even better orgasm when he flooded my guts with his thick jism.

After his second climax, I slid off his cock, and then turned and knelt below him to suck his cock, making up for what I lacked in experience, with enthusiasm.

He was such a good sexy partner, that when I began sucking his cock, he told me what to do, and guided me in doing it.

Once I had licked and sucked his cock clean, and was back in his arms, with him holding me close, he asked me what I had planned for the next week.

So I told him I was there for the physical for the Navy, and then next week I was planning on going back home to finish school.

Even though he did show some surprise, he did lead me into a conversation about my plans for the future, once I got out of the Navy.

Well, although I did have a desire to continue to be a photographer, the future was still a long way off.

So he suggested that I, once my Navy days were over, to give him a call, as he could use someone trained in photography.

So I agreed to do just that, and then, feeling his almost hard cock pressing into my crotch, made the suggestion that he fill my belly with his jism.

He liked that idea, and soon had me kneeling between his legs, guiding me as I sucked his cock.

That sucking of his cock, made me begin wishing I had gotten started doing this sooner, since it was one sure way to keep from getting drafted; but while I was certain that I could stay out of the service by being a homosexual, I also knew that there would be a price to pay for being like that.

Then, when he finally climaxed, shooting his jism down my throat, to pull back and let me savor the flavor of what he had left; I resolved that what ever happened to me in the future, I would find a way to become a woman, just to enjoy this kind of activity.

After I had sucked him dry, and sucked his cock clean, leaving it half-hard, he decided that he wanted a taste of my ass.

That was a real kinky idea, but I didn't protest, but let him slideme back ont the bed, so he could slide down between my raised and spread legs to suck my ass.

As he went to work down there, and even sucked my tiny cock, which didnt feel too bad, I got so aroused, that I began begging him to fuck me hard.

Well, he obliged, and slid up, sliding his hard tool up my hot ass, until he was all the way inside of me.

Then he proceeded to fuck me as hard and as fast as he could, which got me so aroused, that when he finally climaxed deep inside me, I experienced multiple orgasms, and briefly passed out from the pleasure of my orgasms.

As we lay, arms wrapped around each other, he told me I was just what the doctor ordered, and that he really wanted to see me again.

So we made a date for that Sunday, with him to pick me up in the parking lot of the AFEECenter, around six pm.

Then we kissed and separated, with me kneeling before him to suck his cock clean, which was fololowed by him helping me to redress, and then help me straighten myself out so it would not be too obvious what I had been doing.

Then he drove me back to the Center, with us arriving just as my girl friends did.

When we stopped, my girlfriends saw me kissing my friend, which was followed, (after he left), with me telling them he wanted to take me out tomorrow night.

Then we made our way back to our quarters, where the girls were pleasantly surprised to discover that my keister was full of jism.

They did, oof course, tease me about turning me into a hot and horny little slut, but they were also very pleased that I had been able to psee for a woman enough to enjoy having sex with some guy.

For their part, Jill had enjoyed some hot sex with another woman, while Bobbi and Rachel had doubled with two guys.

But where I had a date for Sunday evening, Bobbi, Rachel and Jill had a date to attend a rally to support something aimed at women.

So we went to the showers, where they helped me flush out my hole, and where I helped them douche; which was followed by the four of us playing in the shower, which led to us four winding up on the floor of our room, fingering, kissing, and licking each other, getting us each aroused, and then bringing us all of in waves of blissful orgasms.

Well, they enjoyed the action more than I did, but we all did have lots of fun.

Than, when we went to bed, Jill got into bed with me, and played with my baby genitals, while pulling me ack into her body.

Then we slept like that, which gave me dreams of having long thick cocks sliding in and out of my ass and mouth.When I woke, I could feel something thick up my ass, and at first, I thought I was still dreaming.

But once I did manage to wake, I learned that Bobbi had come up with a dildo,, that the girls had each had a turn using on my butt, while I did nothing but sleep.

And then, to wake and find that it was not a dream, well, I got so aroused, I begged Jill to use the dildo and make me orgasm.

Jill was eager to do just that, but I would have to lick and suck Bobbi's and Rachel's pussies, until they climaxed, no matter how many times I climaxed while doing so. So I obliged, actually causing both the other girls to experience multiple orgasms, while I had some which treatened to blow my head apart.

When I finally collasped, they knew that I was much more a woman, than they ever dreamed possible.

Then we went to the showers, where we got cleaned up, and then returned to our room, where we dressed for the day.

Had we wanted to, we could have attended services that morning, but the girls had my day all planned.

First we would go shopping, using a list for the clothes that a good Navy Wave would own, (outside her uniforms).

I protested that I didn't think I would need any of that, but they talked me into it, by pointing out that it was not imposslbe that I could not wind up going through Navy Basic training for Women. (I did have to agree with that premise, as it was possible that such could happen.)

So we shopped, with the three of them buying for all four of us.

They not only got me underwear, (including panties, hose, garter belys and bras), they also bought me some makeup, as well as almost buying me some jewelry.

But we didnt get that far, although we did discuss getting our ears pierced.

We also bought some luggage, mostly for me to hold my new stuff in, but picked up an extra bag to hold Jill's extra stuff in.

Then we retyrned to the Center, where we had lunch, and then retired to our room, where they taught me about fashion and makeup.

At four-thirty pm, they started me getting ready for my date, making ribald remarks all the way through, but complimenting me on how well I turned out.

Then they got ready for the rally they were going to go to, so that at six pm, we were ready for our night out.

Down stairs, (our room was on the second floor, way at the back of the building), and out into the parking lot, we talked about what was to happen that night, but on reaching the parking lot, hile my date was there, their ride to the rally wasn't.

Well, rather than just leave them hanging, my date suggested they join us, and we could all go for a good time at a club he knew about.

We could have a nice meal there, enjoy some good misuc, and even dance all we wanted to. So they got into the van, and off we went.

On the way, George (my date), told the others that there were some drinks in the cooler, and they could help themselves if they wished.

So they had the drinks, while I sat next to George, fondling his cock through his pants.Although George and I had been in a van the night before, that evening George had brought his Jeep Waggoneer, which had lots of room to spread out in, and allowed me to sit next to him and grope for his cock.

That saw me winding up with my head in his lap, his cock in my mouth, with my girlfriends knowing what I was doing, but not really concerned with it.

Well, I enjoyed sucking that cock, more because I was dong it while we were driving along, as I felt the excitment of being in such a submissive position, which would be acutely embarrassing, were we to be pulled over by a cop.

But that didn't happen as we got to the club, just moments before George pushed my head down so he could pump his jism down my throat.

The girls could tell, from the grunts George made, that he was creaming into and down my throat, so it was no surprise, when I finally raised up and let them see me licking my lips.

But before we got out of the Jeep, George told us we had to strip down to undies, and remove our pantied, if we wanted to go inside.

That was strange, but to watch as george stripped and showed that all he was wearing was a jock strap; well. . . . we followed suit, and then followed him into the club.

Inside, despite the lighting being low, everywhere we looked, we saw nothing but naked and half naked men and women; which left us fitting in real well with the rest of the crowd.

George led us over to one side, where he introduced us to an older woman, who turned out to be the owner.

She welcomed us to the club, and told us we could enjoy everything offered; and if we wished to have sex, it was real easy to find, even if we wanted sex with persons of our own gender, or wished to have sex with each other.

For George, that meant he could take me to his special booth, where he got me to sit, legs up and spread, while he sat before me, leaning over me to hug and kiss me. Then he sat back and said, "Do you have any idea why we came here, instead of going to a motel?"

"Because something special is going to happen?" I replied.

"Precisely," he answered. "There will be a wedding tonight, two if things go right, with one or two men marrying one or two submissive/passive younger men."

"Ummmmm," I said, "Sounds like fun. Too bad we cant do that."

"We can, if you want to," he said. "I would really like to marry you, but to do it here, in the manner in which those of us here do it."

"Ummm, what is the difference?" I asked.

"Well, here, it is not so much taking a wife, as taking a slave. Here a man or woman can speak a special set of vows, and take, a slave to live with for life.

"For the person chosen to be that slave, he or she also speakes a set of vows, which makes him/her dependent on his/her new Master.

"And this is what I wish to have happen to us," he said with obvious sincerity in his eyes.

I was suddewnly overwhelmed with a desire to commit to him, that I leaned forwards, and wrapped my arms around his neck, and said, "Take me Master! Make me your slave!

"Make me your slave to please you and service you for a long, long time! Please?"

Well, he kissed me, and then helped me to stand, and led me back to where the woman was seated.

There, without him telling me anything, I knelt beside him, and looked at the floor as he told the woman what I wanted him to do with me.

She reached over and with a finger under my chin, she raised my head and asked, "Is this a real and true wish of yours? That George take you as his slave? For every?"

I couldn't speak, just nodding, while I fought the wetness which threatened to form in my eyes.

The woman looked at me for a long tim, and then said, (sitting back in her chair), "Sp be it. George will escort you to the prep room, where you shall be made ready for the ceremony."

When George tapped me on the top of the head, I rose and followed him across the room, where he turned me over to a pair of well build shemales, telling them I was to be made ready for my becoming his slave.

The shemales grined, and as they led me away, they made such a fuss over how I was getting the best Master in the business, and how well liked and respected he was locally.

The preparation wasnt much, although it did involve me losing what I was wearing, to be redressed in collar, cuffs, waist belt, and body harness, (which actually gave me more pleasing shape to my breasts).

That was followed by me learning the short and simple vow a slave would be expected to make to her master, during the cermony.

But that led to a long period of waiting, during which I got fucked by the shemales, and even got to suck their cocks clean.

There was another slave there waiting to get "married", and I felt some kinship to her for she had very little between her legs, just like I did.

There was a difference, though, which was that she had a more developed cock than I did, although she didnt have any nuts. No Nuts and no sack, just a short red scar which attested to tha fact that her nuts and sack had been totally removed.

She told me that she had always wanted to be gelded, and serve a master, but it was not until she had healed from the cutting, that made it possible for her to get owned.

Then the club got quiet, and we heard the sound of drums, which seemed a prelude to the ceremony.

Then we were led out and across the room, to stand on a platform behind one on which our new Master's would stand, facing the woman who owned the club, who would appear in the role of High Priestess, and preform the rites.

Well, George was there, but I didnt see anyone else, which made me wonder where the iother guy was.

I didnt realize until after George had accepted me as his slave, that the gelded shemale was also to become his slave.

It was a bit of a shock, but I quickly got over it, when George told me that the gelded shemale would become my slave when I came back to him after serving my time in the military.

After the ceremony, the shemale and I, along with several other shemales, all got fucked, either by cocks in our asses, or by having females with dildos do us down there.

But for the shemale and I, since we were Georges slaves, the only cocks we could suck belonged to George and myself, with the gelded shemale slave sucking my cock while I sucked George's cock.

While I dont know how well George or our new slave enjoyed the party afterwards, I enjoyed it so much, I began wondering what it would be like to lose my cock and nuts.

When I later mentioned that to George, he went and found a slave couple, both of whom had no genitals.

One had big DD-cup, milk filled jugs, while the other was all male, although he was also just as smooth in the crotch as the woman was.

When I asked them what it was like, they both said they really enjoyed sex now more than before. The feeling of someone who wanted to fuck them in their asses, was heightened so much when their date also rubbed their smooth crotches.

Well, it felt very erotic to feel completely smooth skin down there, as well as know that the lack of a cock would prevent someone from ejaculating; which actially turned into sort of a turnon for me.

But to solve it, I had our slave shove her cock, (which was also quite hard), up my ass, while I enjoyed licking and sucking that smooth skin. And as I licked and sucked the woman's crotch, our slave licked and sucked the male's crotch, getting her cock harder, and arousing her even more than she thought possible.

When George, (who was buried in our slave's tight ass), finally climaxed in our slave's ass, her resulting climax caused me to feel her spraying her fuild deep into my hole, causing me to experience an ejaculaion while also experiencing some mind-shaking orgasms.

The ejac was just a clear fluid, coming from the end of my little, tiny cock. But it was one of the most pleasant experiences I would remember.

Later, after the party was over, George drove me back to the center, telling me all of his plans for our slave, as well as telling me what he hoped to have ready for me when I got back in four years.

At the center, I kissed george, and then exited his vehicle to make my way to my roo,

There, I founf the others sleeping, with Jill and Rachel in arms, while Bobbi looked lonely.

So after stripping out of my clothes, I slid into bed with Bobbi, and curled into her embrace, feeling her snuggles closer to my back, and grip me tighter, with one hand going down to my crotch and gripping me down there.

Come morning, Jill and Rachel giggled when they saw how Bobbi was holding me, and then later, in the shower, all three girls enjoyed the tonguing I gave them in their pussies.

After we had cleaned up, we weant back to our room and dressed, and then packed up.

I put on my only pair of jeans, with a light blue shirt, and then sat down to put on my socks and then my boots.

The others dressed conservatively, as they didnt want anyone to know what sluts they were.

Then we carried our bags to the locker near the door to the outisde, where the bags would wait for us to claim them.

Then it was off to finish our medical tests, and once again I found I was at the end of the line.

This time around, they did nothing but what one could expect to do, and then I had nothing to do but wait for the swearing in ceremony, which saw me in the dining hall sipping a mug of hot coaco, while waiting.

Bobbi found me there, and with a cup of coffee, we discussed what the future would bring, and waited to be told where to go to be sworn in.

When it was time, we joined the rest of the group, (18girls and 32 guys), all arranged in five rows of 10, to stand and face the flag and take the oath of alligience.

Once the swearing in ceremonies were over with, we got orderd; which mine told me to go home and finish school

Jill, Bobbi and Rachel were ordered to report to the Great Lakes Training Center, for basic training.

Then it was time to leave, with the girls heading for Green Bay, Wisconsin, and me heading back home.

On the bus back home, (I had all the luggage my girlfriends had bought for me), I got to thinking about what it might be like to have gone into training with them, rather than waiting til graduation.

But I didnt think on that much, as I was eager to get back hom and get back into school.

Once I stepped off the bus, my friend Jim was there to give me a ride home, and he asked about all the baggabe

I told him about meeting some girls, and how they decided I would make a better woman than a man, which led to them buying me all new clothes.

I also told him about meeting George, and how I was really looking forwards to the day when I could leave the Navy and go live with George.

Jim asked me if I was truning gay, so I was forced to tell him about my wanting to become George's slave.

Jim was a bit upset, but since he had experiences down that road, it did really bother him that much.

At my home, Jim helped me carry my stuff into my bedroom, and then told me that several of my friends, (guys and gals both), had come by the office to enlist in the Navy.

That was interesting, mainly as I was not the leader of the class. I was just another easy to dismiss student in school.

Then Jim left, while I out away my new clothes.

Once I was done with that, I went out into the living room, where I found that mom had placed some mail.

Going throuth it, I found a large envelope from a college, addressed to me.

Inside was an offer for a full-ride scholarship; but I didnt think it would be any good after the service.

There was also a letter from a cousin, who had written to say she was joining the Navy, and wouldn't it be great if we could train together.

Then I found this really official envelope, with the return address being "Department of Defense".

Inside was a letter which started off:

"Greetings -------,

You friends and relatives have selected ou for a great honor."

It was my draft notice.

At first I didn't know what to do with it, so I called JIm.

When he answered, I told him about finding the letter, and asked him what to do.

He told me not to worry, that he would handle it, as obviously, the paperwork for my enlistment had not reached the proper office in time to prevent me being sent the notice.

So I ignored it, and went on about my business.

Then, two weeks later, when I figured it was all taken care of, these four big guys, wearing Army greens, and with weapons, arrived at the school, with orders to collect me.

When I got to the Principal's office, Jim was there, along with the papers to show that I had enlisted in the Navy.

Unfortunately, that wasn't good enough for the MPs, as they had driven a long way to arrest a draft dodger, and they were not going to let him go now.

So I was forced to wear a set of cuffs, and walk out, escorted by four big soldiers, while the kids who saw me go, looked away in shame.

It wasn't that they felt shame in watching me go out, like I was a draft Doger, but shame in the fact that our government could be so calloused, as to allow a popular student to be carted off like a common criminal.

But while that was bad, having them continually refer to me as a "Draft Dodger", which often provoked looks of scorn from people we met; well......if the ground were to open up and swallow me, that would have been preferable.

I also learned, very quickly I might add, that I was not to open my mouth except to eat, and if I tried to say I was not a draft dodger, I was told that I would be hurt, very brutally, and very much.

So I kept quiet, all the way to Fort Benning, Georgia.

Why Ft.Benning, I dont know, but it was there I was taken, and once there, I was locked into a cell to await trial, or what ever.

For two weeks I stayed in a single bunk cell, watching as the guards took care of paperwork, and eating what they brought me at meal times.

I was not allowed to speak to anyone, and I was also strip searched at least three times a day, even though it was obvious to all concerned, that I was not being let out of my cell.

Then one day this officer came to my cell, and looked in on me.

Turning to the nco behind him, he said, "So this it that draft dodger."

The nco replied, "Actually, he has papers showing he has already enlisted in the Navy."

"Well, then what he fuck is he doing here?" asked the officer.

"Well, his enlistment terms let him stay out until he graduates high school," said the NCO.

"So we get his pleasure?"

"Yessir," said the Sgt.

"In that case", said the officer, "Lets make the most of it. Assign him to a training company, and let him get a taste of what military service will be like."

"Do we tell that CC that he is a Draft dodger?" asked the sgt.

"No. We dont tell the CCs anything about him, except that he is not to have any contact with anyone outside his training company.

"Let them figure out what that means," said the officer.

So I was released from the cell, taken to the supply center where I got some uniforms, and then was taken to a newly formed training company, where I was left to the "tender" mercies of that Company Commander.

My new CC turned out to be a fairly nice guy, and even made me his gopher, since he didnt have any papers on me.

But I still had to learn the same stuff everyone else had to learn; from drills, to hygiene, to proper attitude, to behhaving as a soldier.

I also had to learn how to march in formation, keep my space cleaned and ready for inspection, and also how to serve my CC.

Although it was sometimes grueling, and hard to get through, in a way I liked everything, and had circumstances been different, I might have stayed in the Army.

As it worked out, I even attended the company graduation, only I was not part of that ceremony, but left on guard duty at the barracks.

All that my company mates knew about i, was that I was something other than what I appeared to be, which had scuttlebutt going around that I was from overseas, come to find out what Army training was all about.

Then, after those guys had left for where ever they were going, I, under the coomand of a new company commander, was assigned to assist him in getting a new training company squared away.

That wasn't hard to do, as all I had to do was look mean, which I could really do well; often better than the DIs.

I was also expected to keep tabs on the troops, and report any who appeared to be violating the Uniform Code of Military Justice; with respect to those sections dealing with interaction with others.

Well, I really enjoyed myself, but did caution the new guys as to what was expected, and what was not to be allowed.

As for my interaction with the troops, I had it made, and could always get one of the recruits to do something for me. If they balked, all I had to do was look sternly at them, and suggest that it would be in their best interests to do as I wanted, or they would find them selves naked, on their hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with their toothbrush.

No one ever gave me cause to put them to the task, not even the biggest and meanest street-wise punk.

One thing they learned real quick, was that talking back to me was almost as bad as talking bad to a DI, and although I wasn't really a DI, I did have many of their perogatives; such as being able to order the recruit to do anything I felt needed doing, or even doing nothing but standing in one spot until I, or the DI felt they had served long enough.

I had some power, and liked the feeling it gave me.

But then, half way through that company's training, I was told to report to the base comanders office.

There I was told to turn in my army issue clothes and dress out in civies, and then return to that office

I figured, (rightly it seemed), that I was due to be sent to the Navy; so I quickly hurried to comply with orders.

Once cheanged, and after handing back what I had been issued, I returned to the office, where I met a Navy Chaplin.

The chaplin was there to escort me to my home town, so I could collect my clothes, before escorting me to my new training center.

As we drove away, (the chaplin had driven down in a Navy provided car), we talked about how I came to be in the Army, which included me learning that Jim has actually gone to Washington, D.D., on my behalf, to get me sjipped off to the Navy, before the ARmy ruined me.

And now a Navy Chaplin was going to make sure I got to my next duty station.

Well, it took us four days to get home, but only because the chaplin stopped by him home to see his daughters.

Then, once we got to my house, the chaplin gave me a list of what I should bring, looking at me really strangely, as he gave me the list.

When I read the list, I quickly understtod why he was looking at me so strangely.

The list was similar to the one Jill had used, when buying me new clothes.

Well, since I already had all of that stuff, and packed and ready, it didnt take us but eleven minutes before we were out of the house, bags in the trunk, and then on our way to the high school, where I would get my school records.

School still had a few weeks to go, but I was due to be partway through training before school let out.

Then, after we got the papers, it was back on the road, headed for GreenBay, Wis, and the Great Lakes training center.

That trip up was plesant, even though the chaplin was quite concerned over an obvious guy going to the women's side of the Navy.

So I had him stio the car so I could show him my less than normal genital development.

He was so shocked, that he offered to help me get rid of it, even to finding a doctor to do the work, if the Navy wanted me to have it done.

Well, even though it was no big deal to me, I really began to feel wierd about being like that, with someone who was not a relative, or a friend.

And once I was redressed, I politely turned down his offeres to help, telling him that I would worry about my lack when it was necessary.

For the rest of the trip, we said nothing about that lack, but talked about other things, including sports.

On reaching the training center, I was surprised to find the Bobbi was till present, although Jill and Rachel were in nursing school.

Bobbi was working in the office, processing records, having found she preferred doing that to being a nurse.

So we chatted, until time for me to go see the Base CO.

When I saw the base CO, (a tall well built woman with short cut brown and gray hair), I quickly learned that I was to be assigned to the morot pool, until such time as a slot for me in the photo school could come open.

In the mean time, I would need quarters, and that I should talk to Bobbi, about that.

So I saluted the CO, and turned and left to talk to Bobbi about quarters.

Bobbi was very helpful in getting me quarters, which turned out to be me and her together in the same room.

I really liked that idea, and promised her I would do everything I could, to not cause out friendship to get bad. Bobbi laughed, and said, "That aint gonna be a problem, girlfriend. Jill and Rachel sleep across the hall, and when we heard you were coming, we diceded that we three would take you in and look out for your best interests."

Then Bobbi had me strip, and follow her into the shower, where she helped me get cleaned up so we could go back to the office, and finish up the paper work.

As we exited the dorm, both of us dressed according to code, we met Jill and Rachel, with both of them greeting me like a long lost sister.

Then we had a short chat, during which I learbned that my records had been changed, back during the exam, with me being reclassified as a woman, instead of a man.

Personally, I didn't find that hard to accept, as mainly Jill, Bobbi and Rachel felt I was better off being a woman, than a man; and I was inclined to agree with them.

Then Bobbi and I left them to make our way over to the morot pool, where I learned I was to be the Base Commander's driver, driving her where ever she needed to go. That was okay for me, since I didnt really want to go to photo school, as it would mean being separated from my friends.

But what I didnt know, was that I, instead of actually driving the commander's car, would wind up riding in the back seat with her, acting as her personal gopher, when ever we went off base.

As it was, back over at the main HQ, the commander, (Capt. Shelley Arnolds), immediately began filling me in on my duties.

I was just a bit flabbergasted, when I learned that she actually wanted me as her gopher, as I clearly didnt expect that. But being a good "sailor", I would do her bidding, no matter how odd it sounded.

But, before I could get to work, there were a couple of things I had to do, which I had to do in private, with just her looking ao.

First I had to show her what I had between my legs, which was just a bit embarrassing, mainly as she was as old as my mama; while the second was to stand still while Bobbi measured me, and wrote down the measurments.

Then, after I had been told to get dressed, Capt A., told me that I was to be fitted with a chastity belt, which would allow me to pee and potty, but would otherwise remain in place.

I worried about that, but rather than ask, I finally accepted the article, since I figured I really didn't have much choice.

by that time it was time for supper, so Bobbi and I went to the chow hall, where we got our food, and sat down to wait for Jill and Rachel to come over and join us.

Well, it was good to have friends there, and to sit and chat, and compare some of the guys we saw; but after we had finished eating, Capt. A, came over and told me she wanted me to come by her quarters later.

Well, we all wondered what that was gonna be about, but since I was new, and eager to make a good impression of my new CO, we decided that it would be best if I were to get there just a tad early; especially since my presence was required at 7:00PM.

So we turned our trays over to the scullery crews, and headed for our quarters, to get me ready to spend some time with our CO.

Well, it took us about an hour to get me ready for my going over there, and once I was ready, (wearing heels, hose, garter belt, bra, and a nice dress), my hair was touched up, and then I followed Bobbi off to find the CO's quarters.

Well, I arrived promptly at 7pm, to be met at the door by Capt A, who was wearing this solid leather outfit, complete with leather skirt, and leather gloves.

I was ushered into the house, and down into the basement, where I was told to strip naked.

So wjhile I stripped, Shelly laid out my attire for that night.

What I got to wear was a wide leather belt, wide leather cudffs for my wrists and ankles, a wide leather collar, as well as getting a jaw ring and an inflatable ball gag,

both of whch went into my mouth.

Then, with my hands bound to my collar, behind my back, Shelley led me back up stairs, and had me kneel beside her chair, which was sitting so that she could face the chairs formed into a semi-circle.

Then, while I knelt there, waiting for who knows what, Shelley went off to answer the door, ushering woman her age to places among the chairs.

Several of the arrivals brought young slaves, mostly boys, while a small number brought girls; only all of the slaves, were pretty much like each other, but with some differences.

For the boys, while they all had developing breasts, they also all had cocks and nuts.

For the girls, however, while they all had large, milk-filled breasts; each and every one of them had a nice cock, but no nuts.

I did have to wonder what was going to happen, since it was obvious that the women were all older, either around Capt A's age, or older; and I also wondered what the deal was in having young males and shemales, dressed as slaves.

But I didn't have to wonder long, as Capt. A, having seated the last woman, swiftly welcomed the women to her home, and then annonced that she had acquired a new, novice slave; which was me.

When she made the intros, I was led around to the seated women, so they could fondle my under-developed genitals, and had to endure the fingers of those who felt my asshole.

I tried not to show how embarrassed I was, but I finally failed, when one of the women, who had short fat fingers, proceeded to shove one finger knuckle deep up my butt.

When the other ladies saw me turning red as a beet, they all laughed, and even Capt A, made some rude coments about how much a virgin I was.

After all had gotten the chance to look me over real good, Capt A had me come over and kneel by her chair, face to the floor, sticking my butt into the air, with my legs spread.

Then she opened that club's monthly meeting

I didnt even try to follow what was said, which wasnt hard, since Capt A was busy working a long skinny dildo up my ass; so much of what was discussed, just went over my head.

One thing I did remember, was hearing how one of the other gals, had gotten her little slave ready for the next stage in her transformation; which delighted Capt A, since it would mean they could all go down to the basement, and get involved in that stage.

And, since I was new to the group, I would get a close-up view of what was going to happen to that slave.

First however, there was a matter of some importance to one of the members, which involved an altercation with another member over what the other woman's toy, had done to her toy, when they met at a local clothing store.

Since both s;aves had been attired in similar fashion, (without the trappings of slavehood showing), as the women shopped and se;ected clothes, both for their families and their slaves, the slaves had gotten into, at first, a slight tiff, which rapidly degenerated, until the young lad had actually been seen to rip the panties off the nutless shemale, which caused several other customers to get very embarassed, not to mention the embarrassment over what the shemale felt.

But even though the women did learn what caused the tiff, they had been unsure what to do about the result, and had decided to hold off from any real punishment, until this meeting.

So when Capt A, asked, the women each described what happened, even including what led to the shoving and eventual fight.

When the women were finished, Capt A. was quiet for a bit, thinking over possible scenarios, before saying, "I think both of them need to learn how to behave, all over again. Therefore, I shall require their services for the next two months, with both to be dressed like the slaves they are."

The women both agreed, and after that incident had been disposed of, there came a short recess, during which refreshments were served, and during which the women led their slaves to the dungeon; which proved to be a level deeper than the basement.

Capt A. led me down to the dungeon, where she bound me to a frame, which left my crotch totally exposed, but with my wrists and ankles fastened into padded cuffs, even though I already had cuffs on. But the padded cuffs were lined, so that my wrists and ankles, wouldn't suffer any abrasion, were I subjected to some of the more strenous activities to which I would be forced to allow.

The slave to be gelded was laid over a short, wide table, with his/her butt hanging off one end, so that his legs could be spread and than have the ankles bound, to the lower corners of the table.

The wrists would be bound to the upper corner, leaving the slave in a most uncomfortable and vunerble position.

Then the last two slaves, the ones who had fought, were bound over a pair of bars, legs spread and bound to the posts holding the bars, while their arms were pulled out behind them, and then hooked to a chain which led to the ceiling.

Watching all of this was slightly erotic, and a bit arousing, but when my frame was tipped forwards, (I was fastened to it facing the frame), to be laid down so I could watch everything, and still get prodded and molested; the new position soon proved to be anything but comfortable. Actually, in the new position, although I was not lying flat, there was still enough of my butt raised high enough, so that fingers, mouths, cocks and dildos could be pressed against me, giving way to hundreds of thousands of delightful little pleasures.

Everything that was done to me, only aroused me until I couldnt stand it, but being gagged as I was, the only sounds heard from my mouth, were whimpers, which were really moans blocked by the gag.Then came the actually cutting of the slave, which was his "Rite of Passage", from maleness, into womaness. And it was something I was required to watch, not because I might undergo such a procedure in the future, but because Capt A. wanted me to learn how to do the cutting, so that I could do it when, where, and to whom she wanted it done to.

I dont know why, but the idea of me cutting, castrating some other man, actually got me even more aroused, than I would have thought possible.

Continued in Chapter two