Unfortunately, there were no witnesses to what transpired afterward. With an event that merited absolutely nothing more than an apology, even though none was really due, Mark’s life was changed in a moment. Both guys from the other car got out and moved toward his, the driver glancing quickly for damage before reaching Mark’s door.

It was spring and very pleasant weather, so Mark had all four windows open. He was expecting the driver to simply say something about being more careful, so he looked directly at him and said, “Sorry, but you know what they say about ‘no harm – no foul.’”

“Get out now, jerk-off,” was the driver’s reply.

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t hurt you or your car.” As Mark replied, he heard his passenger door open and the second guy was instantly beside him pointing a knife toward him.

“Do as he says, man, and leave the keys.” Mark realized it was hopeless and complied, getting out of his car.

The first guy grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him toward his own car, opening the back door and pushing Mark inside. Mark immediately slid across and tried the opposite door handle in hopes of escaping, but it didn’t work. The doors had safety locks intended to keep kids safe; this time, the locks were keeping Mark captive. The driver got in and pulled away. Mark looked back and saw his own car following. It was an hour and a half before they pulled off the road onto a long

gravel driveway that ended at a secluded farm house.

Both cars pulled up to the house and after a brief pause the second guy drove Mark’s car into the nearby barn. Mark started to ask, “What the …?” and was cut off with, “Don’t say another word.” He again complied, waiting for whatever was to happen next.

Once the second guy returned, the driver opened the car’s back door and again grabbed Mark by his shirt to pull him out. He roughly dragged the young man into the house, the guy with the knife following behind. Once inside, he pulled Mark down the stairs to the basement and ordered him to strip. As both the others watched, he again did as ordered; the second guy whispered, “This one knows how to take orders.”

The second guy poked his knife at Mark, forcing him through a doorway into a room that had what looked like a doctor’s examination table. The driver told Mark to lie down on his back and spread his legs – and keep them spread until he was told otherwise. He again complied; Mark’s pattern of submission now seemed fully established.

The driver finally gave Mark some information. “My name is David, his is Eric. This is going to take while. You just need to keep quiet and lie completely still so I don’t accidentally hurt you. Is that understood?” Mark nodded and waited. David began his task at hand.

First he used a safety razor to shave Mark’s scrotum. Then he applied Betadyne to its entire surface and waited briefly. After a minute or so, David injected an anesthetic at each side and again waited several minutes. He simultaneously pinched both sides of Mark’s scrotum and saw no reaction from him, so he picked up a scalpel. Mark remained silent even though he understood what was going to happen; he felt what seemed like scratching on one side, but that was actually an incision being made. David nudged that testicle out and quickly severed its cord, cauterizing the end that he gently pushed back inside the incision and placing the testicle in a small stainless steel bowl. He sutured that incision closed and repeated the procedure on the other side. He was done in just over half an hour, at which point he said, “That’s done.”

David handed the bowl with Mark’s castrated balls to Eric, who left with them. David helped Mark up and guided the shocked boy to a second floor room that had a king-sized bed. He told Mark to get some sleep, that his “real training” would start once the incisions were fully healed. Mark started to ask what he meant but David cut him off, “I don’t take questions. You just do as you’re told.” Once again Mark complied, and David knew he’d be no problem in the future.

Eric soon joined them and all three slept together starting that night. But neither David nor Eric made a move on Mark, which confused him. He didn’t realize they were just waiting for him to completely heal and knew that would happen soon enough. So Mark’s guard slowly dropped over the next two weeks and he started to think everything would be okay.

Then they dropped the second bomb on Mark. When David removed the stitches on the 14th day after castrating him and pronounced him completely healed, he said, “We’re ready. Now the fun starts. Let’s get into bed and start the training.” He ordered Mark onto the bed, and Mark waited as David and Eric slowly stripped and joined him, both their cocks hardening quickly. David got into ass-fucking position while Eric got into place in front of Mark and prepared to put his dick into Mark’s mouth. Both entries were simultaneous. He squirmed initially from the discomfort of this double violation of his body, but as the shock and pain subsided, he got into a rhythm and was quickly in sync with his captors’ movements.

Both David and Eric climaxed simultaneously; Mark swallowed every drop of Eric’s cum even as he retained every drop David shot up his ass. The three collapsed, exhausted, as Eric sighed, “That was incredible.” David replied, “Yes, it was. I’d say we have a winner.”

The three of them had many sex sessions the following week, up to four a day, even while David and Eric taught Mark to do farm chores, which there were plenty of here. They gradually but irretrievably pulled Mark into their lives until he accepted that his was completely intertwined with theirs and he lost and desire to return to life as he’d previously known it before the fateful “bump.”