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I slept long and deep that night and awoke the next morning to find myself being untied by Darren. I was ordered to make breakfast and perform various household chores – wearing the leather chastity belt, hood, collar and lead. Dutifully, I carried out my chores, all the while, reflecting on what had happened last night. Once I had finished, I was given a cold shower and cleaned up by Darren who then informed me that he and Jim were going out. I was made to drink a glass of whisky and swallow four tablets and tied back in my spreadeagled position on the bed. They removed the chastity belt but tied my balls up so tight it made me gasp but I was already feeling a little light-headed as they threw a duvet over me. I heard them drive off in Jim’s car and thought they had been a little quiet. As sleep overtook me, I wondered where they were going and what else they had in store for me. My dreams were filled with strange sexual images, no doubt inspired by the previous night’s antics. I dreamt I was being pushed about and slowly realised that I wasn’t dreaming it but in fact I was being manhandled. As I fought to come to from my sleep, I realised that the hood was being removed.. Bright lights were shining down on me. My head was spinning. I blinked and saw both Jim and Darren in the room. Both were wearing surgical gloves and various medical equipment was in evidence. “Slaveboy,” Darren said in a sombre tone, “You are accused of trying to make us gay by enticing us to get involved in sex acts with a male. We have decided that the only course of action to cure this is if you are NOT a male anymore.” I guessed this was one of Darren’s mock castration specialities which he used from time to time to scare me. I felt sick from the whisky and tablets and I had a pain in my groin. “I don’t feel well” I said. “I’m sorry but can we stop now?” ”I don’t think you understand the seriousness here,” Darren said. “You are going to be castrated” “Yeah, I know the routine,” I replied, not in the mood for playing, “But I really don’t feel well. Its those tablets you gave me with that whisky. Can you let me sleep it off and we can play later?” ”We are not playing,” said Jim, pulling back the duvet, “This is for real” I looked down and almost passed out from shock. My balls were swollen and black. They had been tied so tightly, that the circulation had been cut off. Even if they were playing, they had probably done irreversible damage. But I suddenly knew they were deadly serious. I freaked out and began to scream, still staring at my half-dead testicles. Darren came over and stuffed a sock in my mouth, taping it over with duct tape. I struggled and yelled muffled shrieks through the gag. He put a hand on my forehead and spoke softly. “Didn’t you enjoy last night? Don’t you want to do it again?” I stared at him, wild eyed, and he gazed back. “We want to do it again. All the time, in fact. But we cant with a man – it would make us gay. But if you lose these,” and he put his other hand on my balls. They were cold and had no feeling. I knew they were almost ruined. “If you lose these, you can be our sex slave forever. You wont be a man so it wont be gay. And anyway – you agreed to it last night. We said ‘whatever the cost’ and you agreed” I was shaking. Tears filled my eyes. But I knew it didn’t matter what I wanted. They were going to do it anyway. My two tormentors were going to become my two castrators. They were going to nut me, here in my own bed, in my own home, and I was powerless to stop it. “We have entonox so it wont hurt,” said Jim, pointing to a cylinder by the bed. “And I have got a load of pain killers, antiseptic stuff a proper scalpel and some superglue so no need for stitches. A simple cut and it will all be over.” They had it all worked out. A simple cut and it would all be over. My life as a male would be over. I would become a sexless eunuch. Their sexless eunuch; to be used for fucking and sucking whenever it pleased them. It was my sweetest dream and my worst nightmare in one. I felt sick to the stomach. My head hurt, I felt feint, the pain in my groin had worsened and to add to it all, I had a raging hard on. Darren spotted it. “Look,” he said to Jim, “His dick has decided for him. Cut him.” And with those words, my fate was sealed. I begged and pleaded with them through my gag but they took no notice. Jim began to paint the antiseptic solution over my balls and my cock was duct taped to my belly to keep it out of the way. Darren put the mask that would deliver the pain-relieving gas over my nose and mouth and switched on the flow. They prepared everything and ran through a checklist before Jim picked up the scalpel. I was glad, in a way, that if anyone was going to nut me it should be my one-time best mate and now one of my two Masters. Resigned to my fate, I watched – horrified and fascinated – as he located the area he would cut. And then, almost surgeon-like, he began to work with the scalpel. As the blade cut into the tiny neck of flesh between my cock and balls, I came one long, last time. It was the last time I would ever shoot my load and was probably the best one of my life. As my scrotum was separated from my body before my eyes, and my cock pumped out jism for the last time, I knew that this was what I wanted. A life of slavery stretched before my eyes – of being bound and helpless at their mercy. Of being forced to perform for their pleasure and always denied that ultimate pleasure for myself. The only cum I would ever know again would be theirs. Being made to suck their mighty cocks or have them rape me when they desired. And all the time, being reminded of my status by the space between my legs where my balls had once hung. I felt little pain thanks to the drugs and gasses. Jim’s cut was a clean one and there was scarcely any blood as they had tied them so tightly. He made a neat job of gluing my severed scrotum back together and he applied dressings in a very professional manner. When he had finished, he stepped back to admire his handiwork and to smile for the camera. To my astonishment, I realised that they had filmed the whole thing. “We didn’t tell you as we didn’t want you to pose or act up. We wanted it all to be natural.” Jim explained. “We are gonna put a trailer on the internet but sell copies of the actual video.” Darren added. “You will be famous” “And anyway, its not something we can do again so we figured we needed a souvenir” Jim added, laughing. I actually smiled back. Already, I was beginning to fall asleep again, the drugs and my emotions taking effect. “You are gonna be out of action for about a week but when you are recovered, we will have a nice new plaything,” Darren joked. He bent over and kissed me on the forehead. “You have been a good slave today. Now get some rest and get better soon.” I nodded weakly and watched them both leave the room before finally sinking into a deep sleep – my first as a eunuch. |