“Unique servant. This unit comes pre-trained as a personal attendant. It does not ask for wages or allowances, merely food and some clothing. It will do your dishes, cook your food and mow the lawn. It even does windows! It never complains, and though it is rather expensive, over the course of a single year it is much cheaper to own than any group of employees performing the same tasks. And you get to keep this one for as long as you like. All are trained as professional masseuses and dressers. All have complete tailoring skills. They come in penis(less) models to your specification.

We also seek willing males for training, castrated or willing, ready to sign a lifetime contract.”

Well it was an old paper. I am sure that if it was legitimate, they would have had to go underground by now. I still thought I would get a charge out of answering the add. I got out some paper and scribbled out an “is this for real, if it is I want this job” and placed it inside an envelope with a stamp on it and wrote the code number on the envelope as instructed. I placed this in a slightly larger envelope and put in my 2 bucks and mailed it to the re-mail address. I figured that was worth a week or 2 of heavy masturbation. A good deal for 2 bucks.

A day or 2 later, the thought occurred to me, what if I got a reply. I felt somewhat uneasy. Could I say no? Was it in me? Could I just walk away from my life and become a servant? Could I even handle loosing my (gasp) penis? I mean what would that be like. I wish I had not given my real phone number.

Oh well, it was probably just a fake anyway or maybe they got busted or had to move. Then an even worse thought crossed my mind. What if they did move and someone else got the letter and opened it? If my friends found out I would be mortified. I was glad though that all I put in the add was “I am interested in the Job” and my name and phone number and nothing else.

The next two days were just the same (I am worried but not too worried) stuff different day routine. I had some days off coming so I got some beer and some steaks and thought a barbeque would be nice. It was hot and I had 3 days off. I put on some shorts and no shirt and started the coals. Then the phone rang.

“Hello” I answered.

“Hello!” the voice on the other end of the phone said “Any idea who this is?”

“No clue” I replied

“My name is Rick Gelding, I am calling in regards to a reply you sent to our agency for job placement. I am sort of the unofficial recruiter.” He replied, then a long silence.

“You still there?” he asked

I stammered out a yes. I know what a gelding is and I was pretty hard all of a sudden.

“Good! Where are you?”

“Redding California” I answered.

“Great! We have people in Sacramento. I will send someone to pick you up in 2 hours. Can you get showered and dressed in …. Say an hour? Then take the bus to the bank and get some cash. You will probably need about 200 or so… Maybe more and a few changes of clothes, not many. Don’t leave any notes or call anyone. Then I want you to meet them somewhere close to the highway. Incase they don’t know Redding. Any Places come to mind?”

“Yeah, there is a Cypress exit if you go right and right again there is a Taco Bell. It is close to the highway”

“Good. I just called them, they are already on their way. What will you be wearing?”

“Jeans and a white tee shirt with a blue surf board on it”, I said.

“OK! Then meet them at Taco Bell in 2 hours. Oh, and before I forget, make sure you take care of business before your shower. Tonight is going to be a totally life changing experience for you, if you know what I mean. It does not take long once you are there to become one of us?”

“Us?” I asked

“Yes, one of us geldings”. With that he hung up the phone and there was silence. I put the steaks in the fridge and hosed the coals and left the beer in the ice chest. I went to the bathroom and pondered what I should do. They had my phone number. I did not really know what to do. I just decided it would be ok to go to Taco Bell and ask them a few questions anyway. I showered and got into the clothes I told them I would be wearing and headed to Taco Bell. It was only 4 blocks and I already had the cash anyway so I went.

I probably was not there more than 20 seconds when this girl walked up to me and smiled. “Gee you are cute! My friends and I wanted to know if you would sit with us.”

“I can’t. I am supposed to be meeting someone here”

“Oh common, we can go to the lake and play, we have all day, besides, what can they give you we can’t”

“You girls are too young. I would get in trouble anyway”, I said.

“Common! We know you want to go with us! Besides, Uncle Rick made us drive all the way up here and we don’t want to drive all the way back alone. Do you know who Uncle Rick is?” Her smile was evil.

She was staring at the now raising bulge in my pants

“Rick Gelding” she teased “Don’t worry about that little bulge, it will be all gone by tomorrow. Common. She reached down and grabbed the top of my pants and pulled me to the van and we got in. It was so weird. It was like I had to go. Once we were on the highway they handed me a large stack of papers and had me sign the last page. She said I could read it if I wanted to but it just said I was going to agree to be a servant and participate in a training program, and oh yah, I was going to agree to be castrated or even emasculated, depending on what exactly I was going to be trained for.

I asked her why I should sign it and she just took off her shirt and started cupping her breasts.

“Look at these! As a personal attendant you would be responsible for caring for and bathing me. You would be responsible for massaging me when I need it and dressing me. For painting my toe nails and finger nails. For doing my hair. DON’T YOU WANT THAT?” She stood up and slipped out of her skirt and panties and straddled my lap. She pulled off my shirt and rubbed her breasts against mine. She looked down at me and smiled. “Gonna sign?”

I reached for a pen as she unbuttoned my fly and unzipped my pants. I scribbled my name on the last sheet as she tugged at my pants. She pulled them down to about my knees and stood as if she was going to straddle me again but she just bend down and pulled up too hooks from the floor and slid them around my calves and pushed a lever and my feet were jerked apart. Someone from behind me slid their arms under mine and pulled me back. It hurt. She turned away from me and reached behind the seat and pulled out this long nasty Plier like thing and held it to my face.

“You know what this is?” She asked

“No” I said I was sweating.

“It is called a Burdizzo. It is used for castrating sheep. Yours are about the right size. She dropped to her knees and started feeling around in my scrotum. It hurt. She was tugging the cords to the side and held them between her thumb and index finger with one hand. She kneed the jaws open and slid the clamp over her thumb and held the handle between her arm pit and other hand. Then she dove forward and I felt this terrible pain. She counted out lout to 10 then released the jaws just slightly and took both handles in each hand and pulled back just a little then clamped them shut again and smiled and said “That one is dead! They may possibly survive a clamping, but never a double clamping”.

She felt around for the other cord and clamped it off as well. The guy from the back seat released me and she undid the hooks from my feet. She told me to take my shoes off and get rid of the rest of my clothes. She then sat down beside me and grabbed my now very swollen and aching cock and smiled at me.

Well it is a little late to change your mind now. There is no possible way to save your balls. They will be dead in less than 10 minutes and there is no hospital within 15 miles of here anyway. Suffices to say, you have been castrated. Welcome to the agency.

Somewhere inside the next 5 minutes I must have passed out. The next thing I can remember is waking up in the van. It had just stopped inside a barn. I was handed some really baggy clothing to put on. I was now way too swollen to wear jeans. I was lead into a large farmhouse and down into the basement. Walking really was painful.

I was again stripped of my clothing. There were about 5 men and 6 women in the basement. I was to learn later that there was actually only 1 man the other 4 were already (as I was) eunuchs. I was more or less dragged onto a table and the Man, Lord Byron, examined my penis. It was very swollen. He looked up at me and said: “Well it looks like you won’t be needing this. Most white boys are earmarked for personal attendant service as they have only limited ability to provide pleasure with their rather small members. We will be removing this.”

A small bowl of very hot water was poured over my groin and I was lathered up and all my pubic hair was shaved off. They took a syringe that had a long plastic neck and filled it with this very thick clear goo and forced about 20ccs of it into my penis. At first it hurt like hell but then it started to get numb. Some voice told me it was called viscous Lidocaine. Lord Byron next put this thing on that looked like a blue paper bathrobe. He put it on backwards though and someone tied the straps behind him and he put on some dark brown gloves. One of the girls opened this long package and he reached in and pulled out a 2 foot long rubber hose with kind of a bullet looking end on one end and an opening and a little port on the other . He took a syringe that had (I found out later) water in it and injected it into the port. Near the bullet end, the tube swelled up the size of a golf ball.

“Very Nice” he said and withdrew the fluid from the port. He held it near the bullet end and the girl squirted more goo onto the end of it. He walked over and grabbed the end of my now numb penis and rammed the bullet into the hole that urine comes out and started shoving this thing inside me. He kept shoving it in until urine started flowing out the open end into a bowl. I guess they had planned on this. It sure seemed like they knew what they were doing. He re-injected the fluid back into the balloon and tugged a bit of the hose back. At this point he smiled and looked at me.

“If there was any chance at all of saving what Is left of your manhood, it is now gone. Now that I have the catheter in place, I can safely remove your penis”. He smiled.

They slid a stool in behind him and he started injecting something all around the base of my penis, behind my swollen sack. Then he sliced the sac open and pulled out my now numb and lifeless balls He took out some suture material and tied off the cords and snipped off the balls and trimmed off all of the scrotum.

Then he took a very small pair of scissors and started just cutting mu cock open from the tip. He cut it all the way down past the back of where my scrotum used to be. He kept cutting until he was nearly an inch from my asshole. He cut the skin and pealed it back over my penis and began pulling it apart by shoving the scissors into it then spreading them apart. He divided the body into 2 pieces he kept peeling them apart until they were inside my abdomen then he tyed both of them off with about 3 pieces of suture material and snipped through them. He dug the ends of the arteries out and tied these off again. This took about an hour but when he was done. I could see a pile of mangled flesh in the bowl that had originally been used to collect my urine. Then he sewed me up. It was done.

I was wiped down with a cool towel and they plastered a glob of white cream on my wound and had me stand up. They cut a slot in a female napkin and shoved the end of the catheter through it and synched it around me. They placed a hose into the catheter and attached the end of it to a bag they strapped to my left leg. I was allowed to dress in the baggy clothes and lead to a room on the second floor. More painful walking and more stairs. All in all, I had a terrible day.

Finally I was given 4 pills, 2 were rather large and round and reddish purple, two were little white and pink capsules. This and a tiny amount of water and told to go to sleep. I was later told that those were a sleeping pill and an antibiotic. Whatever they were, they worked. I slept until the next morning (probably 14 hours I think).

The next two days I watched videos all day. I watched about 4 hours of massage technique. I really liked the chick in them getting the massage. I really thought she had lovely breasts. Then on the 4th tape, the guy giving the massage and her were both nude. That’s when I noticed that he did not have a penis either. This time, he massaged her clitoris and her breasts. I should have been totally hot but I did not seem as excited as I felt I should have been. I sure was not getting hard, that’s for sure.

On the third day, they cut off the pad and let me walk around nude. The stitches tugged a little when I walked but not bad and I was not allowed to carry anything yet, but I started work in the kitchen. I was not allowed near the sink where the dishes were, but I did prep work for salads and helped cook. This went on for about 10 days, videos, cooking, and light housework. No lifting or no dishes or laundry. They said that there were possible chances of getting infections if I did. At the 10th day, I got the stitches removed and they pulled the catheter. I was given a package of small feminine pads and told I may drip for a while until I learned to control my bladder.

I was also free to shower for the first time since I got there so I went upstairs to my room and got a towel. The shower was down the hall. It was actually like a small room that was lined with tile and a tile floor. There were 8 shower heads and drains. There were no walls just shower heads. As soon as I started to shower, this incredibly beautiful woman came in and started to shower right next to me. I excused myself and apologized for accidentally going into the Ladies Room and she just smiled and said “well if you went in the men’s room, if there was one, don’t you think you would make them more nervous than you would us? I mean neither one of us has a dick after all” and just smiled. She seemed to be enjoying teasing me like that.

“Hey, while you are here though, make yourself useful and wash my back.” She said. I really soaped the washcloth up good and lathered her up good and while I was on the edges, I began lathering up her breasts from the back. She turned around. “There is this easier?” she smiled. She reached over and placed a hand behind my neck and drew my lips to hers. We kissed for several minutes there under the shower. She guided my hand down to her vagina and I fingered her clitoris and slid my fingers inside her vagina. After a few minutes of this she pushed me away and finished her shower. She winked at me and smiled. She told me we would finish this later and left.

After my videos and chores, which now included dishes and scrubbing the floors were done, Lord Byron informed me I would be chosen to pleasure one of the guests tonight. I never had say in any of these matters and it was up to each of the guests, who they chose for the duties that night. As the evening progressed, the new trainees were brought into the living room and Auctioned off. I was won by the same lady that had showered with me earlier that day. Her name was Karen and we went up to her room.

After we got into her room, she asked me to undress her. Somehow I was feeling that this was not such a bad chore. I went behind her and lifted off her blouse and gently undid her bra. I folded her blouse neatly and placed it onto the chair beside the dresser and placed the bra in the bin by the door. Then I unzipped her skirt and she gently slid out of it. I was reaching for her panties but she just turned around and faced me. Without saying anything she placed her palms on both my shoulders and gently suggested I kneel. I did this. Now at eye level I gently removed her panties and she guided my nose into her vagina and leaned back slightly. I was going to lick her clitoris but she pulled me to my feet by my hair and kissed me. We went into bed and I began to kiss her vagina. I slid my hand under her leg and placed 3 fingers into her vagina while my tong licked around her labia. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and flicked it with my tong. She clawed at the small of my back and sucked at the spot where my manhood used to be. It felt strange, but almost sensation less at the same time. As she moaned, her nails dug deeper into my back. She finally came and I was relieved I still had skin.

When she saw my back she apologized, but I did not really mind. I wore it like a badge of a job well done and went to my room and went to sleep. I was so looking forward to completing my training but it was not to be. As Karen was leaving the next day, she asked for and was granted permission to purchase me. I was very releaved to find out that she was single and I was not going to have to learn to pleasure a male. I never have felt especially attracted to men in the first place and that thought had not been something I was looking forward to.

Karen was an executive in a major company. She was a lesbian but she needed to put on a front for the organization. She also had no desire to ever be pregnant. I was to be her house husband and this is a life that I found to be quite appealing.

Looking back on it, I think I was always meant to be where I am now. I never minded loosing my manhood. I am much better now at giving pleasure than I ever was as a male and I have found happiness through submission and I have a mate that will love me for the rest of my life.