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I was ready to hit the showers after a particularly rough wrestling practice when a man came to the gym door. He needed directions to the coach’s office. I said, "Down two flights of stairs and down the hall. It’s the 4th door on the left." "Well maybe you can take me there quicker as I am rather in hurry." "OK," I said and started walking down the stairs with him. When we reached the coaches office, Coach Ron was in the doorway. "Hi Ed," he said to the man. "Erik could you have a seat in my office while I chat with Ed?" "Sure coach." I thought he was going to discuss my practice. The door shut and I heard some mumbling in the hall. Then they both came in and Ed asked me to stand up. "Huh?" Coach Ron said, "Go ahead boy, stand." When I stood up Coach Ron grabbed me around the neck and Ed injected me with a something that put me right out. When I came to, I was in a cold dark place and for the lack of a better word - dungeon. I had been completely stripped of my sweaty wrestling gear and my arms were hanging by chains attached to my wrists in a kneeing position. "What, what’s happened?" I asked. "Well boy," Coach said, "You are the cutest twink on my squad and I’m a horny perv bondage master who makes money capturing, modifying and training boy slaves for sale and service to their master. You didn’t think that anyone could live on a coach’s salary did you?" I was so confused. Coach was like a father to me. I later found out that I had been hand picked for his slave trade and it was all part of the deception. "Ed here is my contact that connects me with wealthy buyers. He also does a few other things for me. Your photos have already been sent to perspective clients. I took them with my cell phone while you were undressing in the locker room or showering with the rest of the team. Hands down you were picked for a life of slavery because you had the cutest face, biggest cock and could make me the most money. Now, we are going to inspect you more closely." At that, Ed spread my ass cheeks and felt my balls and got me nice and hard. He jacked me until I squirted all over the floor. Surely someone would come looking for me I thought. Until coach told me that he had left a note in my locker saying that I could not handle being gay and that I can’t take it anymore. There was a terrible fire at my house and an old scientific skeleton will be found in the ruins. I was horrified at his story. I was certainly not going to cooperate with this mad man and his pals. Just then Ed lowered my chains and placed me on my back along a wooden beam and re-secured my arms to a ring in the floor along with my ankles. I was in a remarkably exposed position. My sweaty balls and 8-inch cock were lying there for all eyes to see. How humiliating! "I’m NOT GAY YOU PIGS!" I screamed for someone, anyone to release me. At that point I felt a pecker gag placed firmly in my mouth. Ed and Ron started talking again. Ed went over to a table and opened a bag with surgical instruments and some hair removal cream. Coach said, "I hate to see you lose those big ones kid but business is business. Ed here is a cutter and you are going to be neutered and feminized. So be a good little pussy boy and relax." My mind just flipped out. I struggled until my ankles and feet bled. "It’s no use, you muscular stud. Soon you will be a eunuch slave." I can’t let this happen, I thought to myself but there was no way out. My groin was shaved and cleaned. Coach walked me though the rest of the process. "Next we will pop both of your nads off along with your sac and that huge uncut cock. You groin will be nice and smooth and your piss slit will be by your ass, just like the girls you used to brag about fucking. It’s also going to have a screw cap on it like a fucking piece of plumbing. You will only be able to relieve yourself if your new master approves. You will most likely have to beg him for it. Since you will not have any male hormones you will be injected with some female hormones," He laughed. "If only we could make it so you would have periods I would be a wealthy man. Your nice firm wrestler chest will soon soften and most likely grow breasts. We are going to install a pain device in your ass after it is surgically stretched to accommodate bigger cocks. It will help you obey your Arabic master. What am I missing Ed? Oh yes, a tracking device will also be installed along with a permanent collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. Your voice box will be removed as well so you cannot talk back to your master." "I also sold your cock and balls to some guy who likes to eat them. He cooks it all with spices and veggies on his grill. That’s another $2,500 right their. Thanks slave!" Ed injected me in my scrotum sac and another up my shaft, numbing them for good. I passed out after I saw my life, my future, my balls being sliced away. When I woke up (I had no idea how long I was out) I was a cockless, ball-less, smooth nothing. I no longer had a gender. I tried to scream but I no longer could speak. I could only make small grunt noises like a puppy begging his master. I was truly a eunuch slave. I had a smooth new pussy and I was already growing breasts. The pain device was tested many times, I think, just for the pleasure of Ed and Coach. They both started fucking me daily so I would know every way to please a man. The small screw cap on my piss hole was the hardest adjustment. I begged Coach regularly to let me piss by pointing to it while on my hands and knees. I pretty much lost my will to escape, as I had no place to go. I could no longer be the cute boy stud I used to be. I would continue to be used and raped before my sale. I had a new life now. My training included learning how to pleasure a man orally. Position my ass in a service position. Lick hairy feet and arm pits. Clean cum and shit off man meat. Beg to piss and I also had my teeth removed for smoother mouth fuckings. I was then taken to a large warehouse for auction. I was put on a wooden block and Arabic men inspected my body in every way. One asked me to step down and pulled his robe up. He instructed me to service him orally. He paid my captures and we left in a private jet for the mid east. My Arabic master liked using and abusing all the parts I had left at his will. He liked walking his American prize around his compound and fucking my ass in so many ways. I also became his human toilet. I could never wear clothes so everyone could see that I was an IT. Sometimes I was dressed in female panties and paraded at parties. I objected at first at being rented out to other Arabs but the pain device in my ass convinced me to obey. At one point I was employed to clean the asses of several captured US Marines all chained together and hung naked from the ceiling. That was one of my finest moments yet as my master’s pussy boy. They thought I was another American captive so they fought at first and then allowed me to do my cleaning. They were shocked at my appearance and felt sorry for me. They all eventually became eunuch slaves too. I now fill my days serving my master and pleasing him in any way I can. In a way this life is much more rewarding then my old one could have ever been.
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