The youth stood, trembling in the dock. This was not just because he was completely naked as was the law for a male up on a charge of indecent assault and attempted rape. Nor was it his nudity in a courtroom that was packed, mainly with girls from his college, all of whom were clothed. These factors were bad enough; but the foreman of the jury had just stood to pronounce the verdict. The trial had not gone well, and the young man knew he didn’t stand a chance.

     “Guilty,” the foreman said in a strong, loud voice.

     The youth’s heart sank. Unless there was a miracle, or the judge took pity on him, he was doomed. But this judge was one known for his harshness, and indeed the boy discovered that this brave new world was one without pity as the man announced his sentence: “…because of the heinous nature of your crimes, you will be taken from this place and given into slavery, the proceeds of your eventual sale to be given to your victim as recompense for your sexual indiscretions.”

     He was led away to the cells. Most likely, he would become the slave of some sadistic, ugly catamite who wanted nothing more than tear the anus of a virgin male. The truth was, he had actually done nothing wrong. During a little love-play with his dear, sweet and innocent girlfriend Alyssa, he had accidentally squeezed one of her breasts while kissing her passionately. Alyssa had cried out – more in surprise than fear, he believed. But her mother had rushed in. Alyssa claimed he was trying to rape her, and the rest was now history.

     “It’s your own fault,” his mother said later as he sat, still naked, in his cell. “You shouldn’t have tried to push things with Alyssa.”

     “But it was an accident!” he protested.

     “I am sure it was, but Alyssa obviously didn’t think so. You should have been more careful. You know how tough the laws are on male sexual misconduct.”

     This was, of course, true. The government had become fed up with the ever-rising crime rate, and even sexual assault was now usually punished by slavery for life. What had once been a free, liberal society that preferred rehabilitating criminals had now become one in which Draconian laws now meant rape was punishable by death, with no appeal permitted. Since the government believed that sex-crimes were carried out by the disadvantaged or poorly educated, slavery had seemed the ideal solution to solving the problem of the rising unemployment figures. The trouble was, the youth thought as he sat in his cell, he had been neither disadvantaged nor uneducated. He was one of the few who would inevitably be sacrificed for the good of the many. Yet the crackdown had worked. Old ladies no longer feared to go out to their local store, schoolgirls happily walked home in the dark from school. Crime had all but disappeared.

     He was moved to the slave camp the following day. For the next three months, he was trained, along with many males of his own age, in the art of being an obedient slave. The training was brutal and included beatings, starvation, torture, sleep-deprivation – all designed to break the will and turn the subject into a compliant individual. The youth broke long before any of the others for he was good at heart, innocent of his crime and naturally meek.

     Once he had healed from the sadistic beatings he had received during the “training”, he was allowed a proper diet and permitted to spend as much time as he liked outside. Soon, the food, exercise and the sun turned him from the pale, skeletal thing he had become back into a beautiful youth, with golden skin, fair hair, wide blue eyes and a fine, though boyish, figure. Despite the latter, he had an impressive-enough penis – a decent and amply girthed six inches when limp. The guards joked with one another about using his anus (though they never dared because of the terrible penalties they would undergo for such a transgression).

     The day of the slave-auction came. The youth knew what would happen and had hardly slept the night before. Most slaves sentenced for minor lawbreaking were shown on a platform, clothed. Those found guilty of a charge as serious as attempted rape, however, were displayed to the crowds, completely naked, their pubic hair shaved away. He found himself waiting in line, shivering despite the bright sunshine, for his turn to come. Before very long, he was alone on the platform except for the auctioneer, naked before the cheering, mocking crowds. It seemed he was the only offender whose crime was considered serious-enough to be sold naked that day. He gazed around and, to his horror, saw that a huge group of girls from his college were in attendance, all of whom he recognized. He tried to hide his manhood with his hands, but the effort was pointless since his hands were shackled behind his back. The indignity of being shown off, naked, to so many gorgeous girls was almost more than he could bear, yet, despite this and to his dismay, his penis erected of its own volition until it was the hardest it had ever been - a full, throbbing eight inches of male meat. The girls jeered and mocked him. They well knew that a new fashion was becoming popular among slave-owners: castration. He prayed something so horrible would not happen to him.

     “Think how you’ll look without balls!” one of the girls, a cute brunette called Jamie with whom he had attended English classes, shouted up at him as if reading his mind. “Your big cock won’t look so proud when the testicles have been cut off!”

“I hope your owner castrates you because of what you tried to do to Alyssa,” another girl, Katya, cried.     “I’m innocent,” he shouted back.

“Who cares?” Katya laughed. “If I owned you, I’d castrate you simply for the fun of cutting the balls off such a big fat cock while you writhed in agony and horror. Then I’d stamp on them till they popped and grind them into the ground with my heels.”

The bidding began. It was too fast for the youth to follow. Besides, he couldn’t keep his eyes off his former college friends. One of the girls pushed her way to the front – an adorable, petite blonde, and his heart sank further. It was Alyssa. She was wearing a light, summer skirt and a tiny little white top that left her belly bare. She raised the top for a moment, and he had a brief glimpse of her small, perfect, perky young breasts with their adorable, conical nipples. It was too much for the youth, and his penis twitched, the knob itching maddeningly. Without warning, sperm spurted in large arcs from the organ, the girls leaping back to avoid being splattered. The girls all gazed at the pools of spunk that had so narrowly missed them, then at his penis, still erect and seeping spunk. Then they all fell about laughing.

     The auction finished at that moment, and the boy was led away to the collection halls where he was suspended from the ceiling by a chain manacled to his wrists. A few seconds later, the auctioneer ushered in his new owners. He gasped. It was Alyssa, accompanied by her mother.

     “He’s all yours,” the auctioneer said, smiling. “Minus my commission, you get all the money back since Alyssa is the victim of his hideous crime.”

     “We are a bit worried about his performance on the platform,” the mother said. “I was sickened to see him ejaculate without any stimulation. How do I know my daughter will be safe with a youth who so obviously has no control over his sex-drive?”

     “Oh, we have harnesses for that which will keep him limp and docile.”

     “My daughter thinks he should be castrated,” the woman replied. “At first, I was against such a cruel idea. But now I am inclined to agree. After all, see for yourself. His penis is still erect and leaking his vile juices.”

     Castration? The youth thought, terrified. Surely they would not inflict something so terrible on his manhood? Surely his lovely Alyssa hadn’t really suggested such a ghastly fate for the boy she had claimed to love?

Alyssa was standing slightly behind the auctioneer and her mother. She quickly flashed her young boobs at him again. To his horror, sperm shot forth from his penis a second time.

     “You see, Mother,” Alyssa cried. “He has to be castrated! He tried to defile me once and he mustn’t be allowed to try again. Look at that big, thick arrogant cock, so proud with its big balls bulging at its base! How can we ever trust him with those horrid testicles still attached? They have to come off. Pleeeeaaaassse Mother?” she added, almost in a childish whine.

     “If you’re sure,” the auctioneer said.

     “We are sure,” Alyssa’s Mother replied firmly, her eyes wide and skin pale as she gaped at the big penis and the semen that was dripping from it. “But…it does seem rather a shame to take balls away from such a magnificent organ,” she said. “And he is very beautiful.”

     “Mother,” Alyssa snapped. “You promised he’d be my slave, not yours! Off with his balls.”

     The woman sighed. “O very well, dear.”

     “Of course, you realize he will be no use for tasks that require strength around the house,” the auctioneer told them. “As a eunuch, he will be of use only as a house-slave, cooking and cleaning and so forth.”

     “Since he is to be my daughter’s slave, that is just as well,” the mother replied. “But she wants to witness the castration.”

     “And I want to make the cut that severs the balls,” Alyssa added.

     “Good,” the Auctioneer smiled. “We do not get to do as many castrations as I would wish. Personally, I love them, especially when the victim is a youth like this one. If you like, we can do it now.”

     “In public,” Alyssa said. “I want the audience from the auction to witness his emasculation.”

     “An excellent idea.”

     A few minutes later, the youth was led out into the sun once again. He was almost fainting at the horror of what was about to happen to him, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was about to lose his testicles, and thus his sexuality as a male; and he was to become the slave of the girl who castrated him. How could dear, sweet Alyssa wish such a terrible punishment upon him? He would become a eunuch, unmanned, incapable of pleasuring a woman. Surely she still had some pity in her heart? Cut her cold, unfeeling eyes met his and he knew there would be no reprieve. “How can you do this to me?” he asked her.

     “You’d do the same if the situations were reversed,” she snapped. “Try and enjoy it. You are, after all, centre-stage. It’s not everyone who undergoes the humiliation of being castrated in public and before all the girls from college!”

     The youth lowered his head in shame and emotional turmoil. Surrounded by a jeering crowd, he was strapped down to a frame that splayed his legs wide. The auctioneer tied his balls off tightly and painfully at the top of his sack, then handed a knife to Alyssa. “Just grab his scrotum, tug the balls away, then make a quick slice through the skin at the base of his penis. The balls will come off easily. Leave it to me to patch him up afterwards. Up to you what you do with his bits. They’ll belong to you. But try not to cut off his penis because they usually bleed to death unless they’ve been properly prepared. And with this one being so erect, I doubt we’d be able to save him.”

     “Do their cocks usually get so erect when they are castrated?” asked Jamie, the cute brunette who had taunted him during the sale.

     “No,” the auctioneer replied. “Normally, their penises shrivel up in terror and their balls kind of try and withdraw into their bodies. I expect this one’s secretly aroused by his humiliation.”

     “That’s just the kind of slave I want,” Alyssa chuckled. “Let’s do it.”

     She reached down, seized the youth’s manhood as she had been told, then sliced his scrotum off with one flick of her wrist. Raw agony sprang alive in the youth’s groin, yet his penis, which was harder than ever, ejaculated a third stream of sperm. Alyssa stood, holding his severed scrotum with its precious jewels still inside, blood dripping from between her fingers. The crowd was cheering.

“Welcome to life as a eunuch,” Alyssa said, smiling at him. “Let us know when he has healed,” she told the auctioneer. Then she turned away, her friends gathering round as she showed them what a male’s severed balls looked like.

     The youth took time to heal. He lost weight, so deep did his misery become. He was worse than a slave, now, he knew. He was a eunuch, a male made useless to women and who would never now know what it felt like to fuck a female or experience sexual love – or love of any kind. Any romantic love he might feel for a girl in the years to come would never be mirrored in her eyes. Yet what hurt him the most, more, even, than being castrated in public, was that he had been castrated at the will and by the hand of the girl he loved and whom he thought had loved him. He would sit, chained in his cell, for hours, gazing at the place where his balls had once been. But they were gone forever, taken away by the castrating knife of a beautiful young girl while her friends had looked on, laughing in delight.

     Two further horrors were inflicted upon him. The first was that the insignia of his new owner (Alyssa’s family crest) was branded into his tender young buttocks – the agony far, far worse than that of his castration. The second was that Alyssa had left instructions that the guards were to use him as they saw fit. Consequently, because of the rarity of having a eunuch who had been sold under their care, the men wasted no time abusing him. Hardly an hour passed without someone thrusting their penis into his tight anus or down his throat and filling him with their cum.

     Despite all of this, he did heal and eventually regained his health and beauty. Once again, he was led out into the sun, but this time into a fenced-off enclosure. There were some twenty other males there. All were eunuchs and, like him, all had their hands tied tightly behind their backs so that there was no way they could hide their shame.

     The youth gazed at his feet, unable to look up at anyone, especially the large crowd of people who had gathered at the fence to gaze at the new eunuchs (something, he later discovered, which was rapidly becoming a favoured family outing on days when the new eunuchs were collected by their owners).

     Someone touched his shoulder and he turned. He gasped. It was Alyssa, wearing a lovely white summer dress, the nipples of her sweet young breasts clearly poking from beneath the cloth. Her hair was in a chaste, smart ponytail, but she was not alone. She had brought a group of her college friends with her, all of whom he knew well and many of whom he had shared classes with and had, from time to time, fancied. They all gazed pointedly at his groin.

     “Hello Eunuch,” Alyssa said, smiling. “So, this is what a boy looks like when he no longer has testicles. You look much prettier than I expected and surprisingly feminine without those dirty balls. And no pubes!”

     The latter, in fact, had never grown back, perhaps from the shock of castration, and the hair on his limbs had become fine and golden – his chest as bare as a girl’s.

     “Anyway,” Alyssa said. “I’m here to take you home. I brought my girlfriends along because they wanted to see what you look like now.” She attached a collar to his neck, added a lead and pulled on it. “Come along, Eunuch.”

     “But I am naked!” he cried.

     “Of course you are,” Alyssa said as she led him from the enclosure and down a street. “I am not going to allow you to wear clothes ever again. I want to see your eununchism at all times and, when you run my errands in town, you’ll be naked then too so that complete strangers can see what has been done to you. Besides, you’re a castrated slave, so it is only right you go naked so that no poor unsuspecting girl falls in love with you. I’m not good at sharing my toys. And you are a toy, my boy.”

     “And Alyssa’s very good at breaking her toys,” Jamie giggled.

     The walk to Alyssa’s home was humiliating for the new eunuch. Everyone they passed stopped to stare, many laughing at the unlikely spectacle of a group of college girls leading a naked, shackled and castrated youth through the streets. Although eunuchs were becoming, understandably, more and more popular as slaves, especially for with parents who regarded them as perfect for their teenage daughters, the sight of one naked in public was still relatively rare. The new eunuch knew this would most likely change once Alyssa sent him out, nude, to do her errands.

     Once they were at Alyssa’s house – the house he had last stood in as a courting male – Alyssa told her friends to go home. Once they were alone, she unshackled him and removed his collar.

     “Mother’s had a room fitted out for you. I think you’ll like it. We’ve had all your stuff brought from your house, so it should be homesome enough. As for your duties…Hell, I haven’t even begun to think about that. One thing is set in stone. The only person you ever obey is me. I am your owner. No one else has any right to tell you what to do. I’ve made that absolutely clear to Mother, Father and the staff.”

     To his surprise, she linked her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. “I still love you, you know,” she said.

     He was intensely conscious of the cloth of her dress against his naked body, her firm flesh against his groin. His penis immediately began to harden.

     “That’s odd,” she said. “I thought eunuchs usually were impotent.”

     “I wouldn’t know,” he replied. “I’ve never been a eunuch before, so I have no experience upon which to draw.”

     Alyssa giggled. “I’m glad you haven’t lost your sense of humour,” she said. “That’s one of the things I love most about you: that, and your darn big penis. I’m glad you can still get an erection. Let’s go on the Net and do some research.”

     It was familiar to sit beside Alyssa at her desk, using the computer. They’d done this so many times in the past when boning up on college assignments. But this time he was a naked eunuch, and she was the girl who had castrated him. Yet familiarity took over, and they did their research with their accustomed efficiency.

     “So,” Alyssa said once they’d finished, scanning the notes she’d made. “Males castrated before puberty usually never go on to develop male sexual characteristics. Their genitals remain small.”

     “Agreed,” he said.

     “Yet males castrated after puberty can often get erections if stimulated properly.”

     “Apparently so.”

     “But, often, lack of testosterone can lead to impotence.”

     “Yes,” the eunuch said, sadly.

     “But hormone treatment can sort that out.” She turned to him. “We get the doctor in tomorrow,” she said. “Not just to maintain your erections, but because of this bone density thing. That’s scary. And, also, I don’t want you getting all depressed and moping around the house like our research says eunuchs sometimes do. Besides, I expect you’re depressed enough already by having no balls.”

     “That is something of an understatement.” He gazed into her beautiful, wide and seemingly so innocent eyes. “Why did you do this to me, Alyssa? You knew I wasn’t trying to rape you. Why did you set me up and, most of all, why did you castrate me?”

     Alyssa sighed, went bright red and lowered her head. “It’s…complicated.”

     For a moment, anger rose so high in him he almost struck her. He wanted to pummel her with all the rage and hate he felt for what she and the world had done to him. But, for some reason, the need to lash out left him almost as soon as it had arisen. She was clearly upset and, despite the terrible degradation she had caused him, he realized he was still just as deeply in love with her now as he had been when he had been a real man. In a sudden flash of insight, that came from he knew not where, he realized they would always be together: the castrated and his castratrix, locked together forever in an eternal symbiotic circle that even death would never truly break.

     “Tell me,” Alyssa. “Why did you do this to me?”

     She began to cry. “Because I could. You don’t understand. It’s always been my ambition to castrate a man. It’s just a kink in my brain, I guess. You gave me the opportunity and I took it. And I can’t really apologize because, now that I have done it, I feel so fantastic. You won’t believe how I orgasm when I masturbate now because of what I’ve done to you.” She began to sob heavily and nestled against him. Despite himself, he automatically put his arms around her and comforted her.

     “It’s okay,” he said, patting her and stroking her lovely blonde hair. “I…I forgive you.”

     The next day, the doctor arrived. The new eunuch was tested for everything, and a week later the doc returned with injection therapies and a diet sheet. “This kinda stuff’ll make you more male than most males,” the Doc told the eunuch. You’ll be fucking fire hydrants!”

     “I hope not.”

     “That’s good news,” Alyssa said once the Doctor had briefed her. “Come on,” she said, taking her eunuch by the hand. “Time we went to College. You’ve missed several months of studies, but you can catch up because all our friends will share their notes, assignments and essays with you.”

     “I have to go to college naked?” he gasped.

     “Sure.”

     The first few days were traumatic, but Alyssa, with whom he shared all his classes, never left his side and shouted at anyone who even so much as giggled at him.

     As is the wont of passing time, the week soon became a month, and that month soon became three. The eunuch, although always naked, settled into a life that was very much his own. The only duty Alyssa insisted he perform was to bathe her. Otherwise, he lived in the house as normally, though nakedly, as free as anyone else.

Before long, the eunuch no longer felt shy at being naked in public since more and more girls were castrating their boyfriends then bringing them to college. Before long, half the males of the year had been tricked into castration and were sitting, naked, in class.

     One evening, winter approaching, Alyssa took her eunuch to one side during a family barbeque. “There is one last task I ask of you,” she told him.

     “And that is?”

     “I am being fucked tonight.”

     “What do you mean?”

     “Mother wants me fucked. It is a ritual in my family. It will be done almost now, before all the family.”

     “No wonder you are so kinky.”

     “Yeah. Well. Maybe. But Mother insists that you watch.”

     “Okay.”

     “It will be humiliating.”

     “I guess this a new twist you’ve just thought up. I had hoped we were secure.”

     “No twist, eunuch,” Alyssa’s mother said as she walked over. “Alyssa loves you. I simply want her to know what a real penis with balls feels like when it shoots its stuff in her. Otherwise, she’s going to marry you, and there is nothing I can do because she is about to inherit the estate because it passes to her when she is aged nineteen because of my fucking father’s fucking stupid will. So, while I till have some control over my child and our estate, I want Alyssa to experience a real penis before she gives her heart to you.”

     “A sensible attitude,” the eunuch said.

     “You surely don’t want them to fuck me?” Alyssa gasped at the youth.

     “Better you know.”

     Alyssa was stripped naked seconds later. Two very well endowed, masked men took her in every orifice. She was expertly loved for twenty-five minutes, her stomach stirring like a stormy ocean. The scent of pussy juice filled the air, as did Alyssa’s cries of delight. The eunuch looked on, consciously only that it was not his sperm filling her holes, not his penis upon which she sucked. He gazed in astonishment as one especially thick cock thrust into her vagina, coated with her sex-excrement, glistening. The vagina was almost split open, her sex-flaps bright red as they were stretched from flaccid flaps to breaking point. Alyssa moaned and groaned almost constantly, except when a big fertile cock was forced into her throat. Then one of the fuckers decided it was “Anus-time” on the girl. “Let’s do the Portuguese,” the man cried as he nudged Alyssa’s anus with the mighty knob of his massive member, still slimy from the insertion into the girl’s pussy. Alyssa screamed even louder than the eunuch had done when he had been branded.

Finally, Alyssa walked away from her fuckers, legs unsteady. She was drenched in sperm, and male and her own juices were flooding from her anus and cunt. The eunuch stood and held her tightly. “You okay?” he asked.

     “No. Not really. I really, really need a drink.”

     Alyssa’s father thrust a glass of brandy beneath her lips.

     “Eunuch,” Alyssa said, “Help me upstairs.”

     The eunuch picked her up, carried her away from the celebrants, and placed her on her bed.

     Alyssa touched her pussy with a finger. “It’s so sore!”

     “I am not surprised.”

     “Could you…would you…?”

     “Er, what?”

     “Lick me?”

     “Yes, Mistress.”

     Within a few seconds, Alyssa was having orgasms, her own internal juices helping to encouraging all the male juices to flow out of her as the eunuch lapped away.

     “I never thought you’d do this,” she said as he licked. “I never thought I’d finally have a eunuch licking me clean after I had been bonked.”

     “I hope you were insured,” he joked.

     “Better keep on sucking and licking in case I ain’t.”

     Once her vagina and anus had been sucked free of sperm, he lapped all the deposits that were on her skin.

     He bathed her later, douched her, and discovered that she had been put on the pill as a present for her 19^th birthday.

     The next day, Alyssa woke him, smiling. “It’s cool,” she said.”

     “What’s cool?"

     “I own this house. You are mine. I own you. We are together. I’ve evicted my parents. And don’t look so worried, they have Auntie Jane’s beach house that is more than good enough for them.”

     “I don’t understand.”

     “We’re rid of those old fuckers. They tried to make me see sense because they thought my passion for eunuchs was wrong. But you kinda guys are so much more nicer kinda guys.” She sat up. “So, I am staying with you. Okay?”

     “Are you sure?”

     “Well, since the hormone treatment, your penis seems pretty good and fine and dandy to me. I wanna ride it.”

     “But what about other men?”

     “Sure there will always be other men. I’m a teenager and this is C 21. What d’you expect. But I will always come home. And I am on the pill! And I want the licking out by my eunuch when I fuck. It’s so kwl! But as for babies by others…I asked a doctor to drain your sperm when you were in that slave camp. So, I have your sperm when I want the babies.”

     “Why?”

     “Because you have a very big cock. Now, because that very big cock gets very big because I now pay for the hormones that make it get very big, why not stuff it up me and take me to heaven?”

     “Okay.”