The American Prince 9: Eunuchs United

“I’m gonna take your bandages off,” Steve said as he came into the room. “Dr. Mark says you’ll heal a lot faster if the area is exposed to the air, so he said as long as you’re in bed and not moving around much I should take the bandages off and keep your wound damp with vaseline. I’m gonna try not to hurt ya, but you might have a little pain when I pull the adhesive tape off.” Then without waiting for permission or any other reaction, Steve whipped back the covers and pulled up Colin’s shirt tail, revealing a rather large bulky bandage on his entire groin area. He grasped the top of the tape and pulled gingerly, watching Colin’s face for signs he was hurting him. Colin was still so drugged he could hardly feel anything, but regardless he was determined not to show any discomfort. He had plans to make, and he couldn’t do it when he was so drugged he couldn’t even think clearly.

“I gotta ask you something,” Colin said as Steve worked at removing the bandages. “Dr. Mark doesn’t mind if we fool around a little, right?”
“Actually he encourages it,” Steve said. “He told Gary and me that without testosterone we might lose all our sex drive and it’s important that we not let that happen. Yeah, he said it was ok to touch each other, an’ kiss, stuff like that. Our butts have to be virgin for Rahim ‘cause he wants to be the first to ever fuck us, but that’s not a problem for us any more, right?” He grinned widely, even chuckled a little as he rubbed Colin’s empty groin softly through the bandage.
“Yeah, I guess my fucking days are over,” Colin said, a little regret clear in his voice. “So I was wondering, if you want to, do you suppose you could sleep with me tonight? I mean, I just felt Gary’s crotch a minute ago and it felt so cool! He seemed to like it too, an’ I was wonderin’ if you’d mind if I felt yours, seein’ as it’s pretty well healed and all.”
“You sayin’ you’re horny already?” Steve said with astonishment.
“Not exactly horny,” Colin answered. “But there’s no point in cryin’ over what’s gone and ain’t comin’ back. So I thought I might as well get started learning to make the best of it. And in case you never heard it before I’ll tell you now: you’re really cute. I’d suck you dry if there was any way, but since there isn’t I might as well get started learning what I can and can’t do.”

Steve eyed his patient carefully, the very first time Colin had ever seen him without a smile on his face. “You’re gay, right?” he said, and Colin panicked. The thought had never occurred to him that the other two eunuchs might not be gay, might feel repulsed at having one of their own gender groping them. Had he just fucked up big time?

“To be honest, I’m not sure,” Colin said frankly. “But I think I am. I have never done anything with a girl and I really don’t care. I tried once and it didn’t work out so well. I have sucked and been sucked, and I’ve fucked a couple guys, and I really loved all that. Like I said, I really woulda loved to have sucked you before you got cut, but just because you don’t have a cock and balls don’t mean we can’t have a little fun.”
“Ok, just checking,” Steve said as his grin reappeared wider than ever. “Yeah, I’d love to sleep with you tonight. We can’t do much ‘cause Dr. Mark would be really pissed if you got your blood pressure too high and started bleeding. But I love bein’ touched there, an’ I know you’ve gotta be curious as hell what you’re gonna be like once the bandages are off for good and the stitches are out. I’ll get in bed with you after you’ve had your evening bath and medication.”

“Bath?” Colin said with a start.
“Well, yeah!” Steve said as if it were perfectly obvious. “I gotta give you and Gary sponge baths every day till you can shower again, and that don’t happen at least till the bandages come off. Gary could probably shower now if he wanted, but he likes my sponge baths and I like givin’ ‘em, so when it’s bedtime I gotta change your dressing for the night and give you and Gary both a bath. I promise, dude, you’re gonna love it. Then after you start to heal really good I gotta start givin’ ya enemas, just like I do Gary.”
“Enemas?”
“Uh-huh. Dr. Mark told us we’ll probably never shit normally again. Rahim likes us to be good and clean, and it makes it easier takin’ it in the rear anyway, so Dr. Mark said we might as well get used to givin’ each other enemas ‘cause that’s gonna be one of our duties from now on.”

If Colin had had a penis, it would have been raging hard. He could actually feel himself getting an erection even though he knew it was the phantom feeling that amputees sometimes get. But there was no question that he was aroused. He thought back to that enema machine Steve had used on him before his surgery, and he had to admit that had he not been so traumatized, so downright outraged at the invasion of his privacy, his very body, he would have enjoyed the process of cleaning out his insides. He would not make the same mistake again. This time when that long probe went into his butt and began spewing its soapy water, Colin would be ready and enjoy it to the fullest. He knew now, somehow, that his life had been changed. He realized that his butt would have to do double duty now. It would be the device by which his body eliminated waste as it had always done, but it was also now his sex organ; his one and only sex organ, and enemas were now a part of that process, and one he looked forward to.

“You still awake?” Colin heard a soft voice say. It was dark in the recuperation room now except for a dim night light, and Gary was sleeping. Dr. Mark had been in for a short period and expressed his pleasure at the way Colin and Gary had been healing, then he had left, saying that he was courting yet another possible eunuch.

“Yeah,” Colin said softly. “I been waitin’ for you.” Without another word, Steve slipped into the bed carefully with Colin so as not to hurt him. Colin immediately slipped his hand to Steve’s groin and marveled at the smoothness. “Oh man, Colin!” Steve exclaimed. “That feels so good!”
“To me too,” Colin said. “I really like that smoothness. I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this, but I love it. I’m gonna feel just like that?”
“Yup,” Steve said happily. “You should feel just like that down there in a couple more weeks.”

Colin was thrilled at what he was feeling, thrilled that he would soon be similar. But he had to ignore all that now because he needed to talk to Steve, and what he had to say he could not allow to be overheard. He could not allow his raging sexual desire to rule him now; but first, he did what he knew he’d wanted to do since the first day he’d seen Steve, when he was still complete and intact: He pressed his lips to Steve’s and he kissed him, full on the lips.

“Man, you sure don’t waste any time, do you?” Steve commented when they had kissed for a long passionate time.
“Not when I see something I like,” Colin replied. “I been wanting to do that ever since I first saw you. You’re hot, man!”
“But... we’re eunuchs!” Steve protested. “We’re not supposed to be affected by stuff like kissing.”
“That mean you didn’t like it?” Colin challenged.
“You kidding? That was the greatest.”
“Then let’s do it again,” Colin said as he brushed Steve’s lips with his own, but instead of a deep kiss, he nuzzled Steve’s ear. “I assume the cameras are still rolling?” he whispered.
“Yeah, probably,” Steve answered in a whisper.
“Then we gotta make this look good,” Colin said. “I gotta talk to you. But for the record, that kiss wasn’t just for show. I really do like you, Steve.”
“Likewise,” Steve said as they kissed again.

They kissed again, then Steve nuzzled Colin’s ear. “I told Gary you were gonna get us outta here,” he whispered. “He’s so fuckin’ excited he could hardly go to sleep tonight.”
“You shouldn’t have told him that,” Colin scolded. “I’m gonna try, but I honestly dunno how.”
“You’ll think of something,” Steve replied. “We like bein’ eunuchs and I’m hopin’ that you will too in time, but we weren’t all that thrilled with becoming slaves for the rest of our lives.”
“Yeah,” Colin replied. “I’m already beginning to see what you mean. I mean, all that complicated stuff about bein’ a boy, choosing whether you’re gay or not, figuring out girls, or boys, or whatever, that’s all behind us now. I think I like bein’ a eunuch already.”
“God, I was so afraid you wouldn’t,” Steve said with a sigh of relief. “But how are we gonna get outta here?”
“I dunno, but I’m tryin’ to think of something. For now it’s good to know you and Gary are with me.”
“Yeah, we’re with you.”
“Cool. Just be ready, because I might not be able to tell ya when the time comes. But right now I wanna make love to you. Can I, Steve?”
“Yeah, man,” Steve answered. “But how? You haven’t got a...”
“Don’t remind me. But I still got my tongue, and my lips and hands.”

Colin didn’t wait for any more protests or objections from Steve. He slithered down in the bed, carefully guiding his catheter tube because he’d already learned that when it became taught, it hurt like hell. When his face arrived at Steve’s groin, he wasted no time in licking, kissing, sucking the soft smoothness of the eunuch. He found the tiny pee hole with his tongue and probed it gently as far as he could enter, which wasn’t very far. He continued back until he found Steve’s anus and pushed his tongue in, the first time he had ever done such a thing. He found the taste, the musk, the sensations all absolutely delicious. Steve groaned loudly. “Ohhhh Colin!” he exclaimed. “You’re incredible!” The comment only served to drive Colin to further explorations.

Returning to the site where Steve’s penis used to be, Colin concentrated on the soft smoothness of the skin there. Formerly a scrotum and now the skin covering Steve’s nullified crotch, Colin knew it was extremely sensitive and as soft and silky as anything he had ever touched. He felt Steve’s body shudder in what was probably as close as he could come now to an orgasm. Colin knew he would not have an orgasm tonight, he was in too much pain; but he knew he would have the experience again, albeit different than ever before. Suddenly he realized that it didn’t matter. All that was important to him now was making his new friend, his new lover, his eunuch brother, feel good. But as soon as they had finished it was back to business.

“I might get a little irritable because I didn’t take the pain pill you gave me tonight,” he whispered in Steve’s ear after they’d kissed again. “I’m not gonna take ‘em any more, but I don’t want Dr. Mark to know.”
“But you’re gonna hurt like holy fuckin’ hell in the morning if you don’t take those pills,” Steve protested.
“I know, but I can take a fair bit of pain,” Colin told him. “Those pills are just too strong. I can’t even think straight when I’m taking them, so I’m just gonna hold them in my mouth and get rid of ‘em when I know I’m outta sight of the camera and you.”

Colin remembered countless times while training for the swim team his relentless coach had ignored the pleadings of his charges that they were hurting. “Swim through your pain,” he had ordered them. Cramping shoulders and legs, sore and stiff muscles all had to be ignored, he had told them countless times. They had to tax their bodies to the limit, and the only way to do that was to learn to rise above trivial things like pain. Colin had never been sure such a philosophy was sound, always having believed that pain was a body’s signal to its owner that something was wrong. But now that training was going to serve him with dividends. He was hoping that Mark would assume that he was too groggy to do anything, and that would give him an advantage if and when an opportunity came his way.

By morning, the searing pain in Colin’s groin was almost too much to bear. Every fiber in his body was screaming at him to take the pills for just a few more days to allow himself a little more healing, but Colin would not relent. He knew that if an opportunity came, it would be without warning and he had to be ready to act. He still didn’t have a plan, didn’t know what he was going to do or when; but he knew he couldn’t do anything if his body was drugged and sluggish. Twice a day, morning and night, Steve arrived with two pills: an antibiotic and a pain pill. Colin would dutifully take both pills in his mouth, swallow the antibiotic and hold the pain pill until Steve had left, then bury his face in his pillow and spit it out. After appearing to cry for a few minutes he would raise his head and discreetly shove the pill down behind the mattress. His efforts, his suffering, paid off much sooner than he had expected, and certainly sooner than he was ready.

It was three or four days after Colin had stopped taking the pain medication when he and Steve had helped Gary back to the operating room to have his stitches removed. Gary had been given an extra strong pain pill that morning and was fairly groggy as a result. After Gary was securely strapped down on the table, Steve and Colin had watched as Mark carefully and methodically removed all the sutures in Gary’s groin, and then removed his catheter. “This is really too early,” Mark had said, “but as near as I can tell you’re completely healed, Gary. You will probably have a day or two of incontinence while your body adjusts to controlling your urine on its own, so I’m gonna put a diaper on you. Please wear it only when you’re up and about. When you’re in bed, Steve will put a towel under you to catch any dribble that comes out. It’s just a stage in your healing process that you’ll have to go through.”

Colin could remember feeling envious that Gary was now as smooth as Steve, while he still had all those sutures and still hurt like hell in his groin. But shortly before bedtime Mark reappeared quite unexpectedly. He was carrying a sleeping boy in his arms, from his appearance no more than 11 years old at the very most. “Come on, guys, I need your help,” he ordered the three eunuchs. They immediately followed Mark into the operating room and helped him cut the clothes off the boy and strap him down to the operating table. Colin was almost mesmerized by the beauty of the naked sleeping form on the table.

Almost.

“Scrub him down,” Mark ordered as he set about to prepare his instruments. “He’s filthy. I wasn’t planning to take him tonight, but he told me he was going to meet his mother tomorrow and I just couldn’t take the chance that he would work things out with her. He’s beautiful, don’t you think? This one is mine, so I don’t have to wait for Rahim’s approval. I’m gonna emasculate this one right away before anything happens to stand in my way. Steve, give him a shot of muscle relaxant as soon as you’re done bathing him. Gary, throw those old clothes in the trash. Colin, get the enema machine ready. This kid is gonna be a eunuch just as soon as I can make it happen.”

Colin didn’t think; he didn’t analyze the situation, didn’t look for the approval of his eunuch brothers. If he had done so he might have thought twice about it. But before he’d had a chance to even give it a second thought, he found himself approaching Mark and he knew what he was going to do. “Colin, I told you to get the enema machine rea....” He didn’t finish. Colin’s fist went crashing into the bridge of Mark’s nose, breaking it. Mark stumbled backward, then before he could recover Colin’s other fist went into his stomach with all the strength Colin could muster. As Mark started to double over in pain, a foot connected with his right temple, sending him reeling; then another foot caught him in the throat, taking his breath way and partially crushing his trachea. As his second foot reached to connect with Mark’s throat, the pain in Colin’s groin suddenly increased tenfold. He screamed and crumpled to the floor as he and Mark both went down.

As Colin lay on the floor writhing in pain, Mark just a foot away gasping for air, he looked up at Steve and Gary. Steve was standing with a hypodermic needle in his hand, inches away from the sleeping boy’s butt. Gary was standing, mouth agape, his arms full of the boy’s filthy clothes. “Don’t just stand there,” Colin yelled. “Get that boy off the table and help me get Mark strapped down!” As if suddenly receiving a shot of electricity in the ass, both eunuchs sprang into action as Colin slowly dragged himself to his feet. The injection forgotten now, Steve set the needle down and helped Gary remove the straps that held the boy down. He pulled the sleeping boy into his arms and gently lifted him, then lowered him to the floor out of harm’s way. Gary dropped the clothes in his arms and rushed to help Colin to his feet. “You’re bleeding!” he exclaimed.
“Never mind that,” Colin said, the searing pain in his groin almost debilitating him. “Help me get Mark up and on the table.”

Mark was still gasping, his breathing very labored and sounding like a bad asthmatic as Colin took one arm, Gary the other, and they tried to lift the man. Colin screamed again as he strained to lift Mark. Steve came to help, and somehow the three of them managed to get Mark lifted to the table and strapped down. “There!” Colin exclaimed. “Now we can catch our breath and figure out what to do next.”
“Are you crazy?” Steve demanded. “Now what the fuck are we gonna do? We got Mark strapped down to the table, an unconscious naked boy on our hands, and we still got these collars on. We can’t go anywhere. We’re trapped!”

To be continued...