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I needed a new job pretty bad. The one I had stank and finally my bosses there had pissed me off to the extent that I went looking for a new place of employment. I was looking for a job waiting tables, as the hours were usually okay for my schedule and it paid okay. There were a few restauraunts I went around to my first day, and one in particular seemed promising. I like the place, its atmosphere, and it seemed to have a lot of regulars. So I put my application in and they said it was a good thing; they really needed somebody. I was supposed to meet with the owner that night. I came back later and waited for a few minutes before he could see me. The guy was huge - rippling arms, bursting pecs. I could even see his back muscles through his cotton shirt. He shook my hand firmly and introduced himself as Jim. Shortly thereafter, I was hired. I showed up the next day to begin work and had no problems; waiting in one place isn't much different that doing it in another. I was taking tables within an hour. Most of the other employees worked up at the bar, so I didn't associate with them as much as with the kitchen staff. The kitchen guys were pretty big men as well. I learned that Jim had actually recruited them from the gym he went to when the place opened up a few years back and they still all worked out together. I was just in heaven: lots of muscled men in tight shirts sweating. I talked to Jim some after work; sometime's I'd eat in the back room and he'd hang out with me. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, but he was my boss so there was always that distance between us. The way he looked at me always made me a little nervous, though - like I was just another chunk of meat. "You work out?" he asked me once. "During school. I haven't much this summer. Why?" "You've got a good frame for it. Wide shoulders, thick torso. You lift or just do aerobic stuff?" "Both." He was right, I did have pretty wide shoulders. I never really thought of myself as somebody who would be a good weightlifter; I'm too tall. I also have skinny arms and a paunch; it would take a lot of work. "You should work out with me sometime." The way he said it it was more an order than some statement. "You're off tomorrow, right?" "Uhhh...yeah." "Show up at my place at three." "Umm...okay." I wasn't about to piss him off. He was huge, my boss, and even though I was irked that he essentially just ordered me to do this, I wanted to. So I showed up. He came to the door in a tank top and shorts with his gym bag. I was wearing a tshirt and loose shorts. "Let's go!" Jim exclaimed. We headed out the door and he drove us to his gym, a little run-down place, not in the best of neighborhoods. We got out and headed in. Inside it was much nicer. It was bright and well lit, with white ceiling tiles, some plants, ambient music playing. Up front behind a desk was a nicely built guy in a sweatshirt with the name of the gym emblazoned upon it. As we walked in, he looked up. "Hi, Jim. Brought a friend?" "Yup. He'll be joining us soon." "You want the whole deal today or you just want to work out?" "Let's go for the whole deal." "No prob. You know where to go." I followed Jim away from the glass door behind which several hunky guys were working out and into a locker room. "You can stash your stuff in my locker until you get one." I did. Then, to my surprise, Jim started to strip down. When he was down to his jock he noticed I was still fully clothed. "C'mon, man, take 'em off!" Slowly, I peeled off my clothing, a little embarrassed to be seen naked by my boss. I kept trying to catch glimpses of his cock but never could; he was holding onto a towel that covered everything. His body was perfect though - hairless, defined, striated, huge. I could have stared for hours. My real fear now was that I'd get a hard on. Next he led me into a room with several hot baths depressed into the floor. Two were occupied with yet more musclemen, and they were attended by employees wearing only shorts. One looked like he was shaving a guy's chest and the other was washing the other guy's hair. Jim got into one of the pools and had me in the other. Within seconds we each had our own very cute attendant. They greeted us and told us their names (Nate and Mike). Mike seemed to know Jim well and left to get some stuff, while Nate took my hair down and looked at it. "I'm looking at your hair type to see what shampoo you need," he said. "This your first time?" "Yeah," I replied, nervously. "Relax, enjoy yourself." "Thanks." "I'll be right back." And he was. He wet and shampood my hair, then sprayed my head off and conditioned. Next he pulled out a straight razor and began to shave my chest! I started to protest but then decided I might as well let him. Jim seemed to be having a good time as Mike was sponge bathing him. I watched as the hair fell away from my chest, my stomach, my arms, soon my legs. Nate had me flip over next and he shaved my back and ass. When bare, I flipped again and he went for my pubes! Now I did get embarrased as this cute guy fondled my cock and balls and I got hard. Nate took it in stride, and to my shock, began to jack me off! I heard a moan from Jim and looked to see Mike going down on him! What kind of a place was this? I was enjoying it, sure, but this was certainly not what I was expecting from a gym. Still, this was a blowjob, and a nice one. Nate was obviously practiced at this. After I managed to relax, I had no problem cumming. Nate swallowed it down with a quizzical expression on his face. He reached over to his cart with all the goop on it he'd been using and found three bottles. He mixed certain amounts from each bottle into a jar until he had a light green paste. This he poured into a small receptacle next to the tub, and I could see the stuff coming into the tub water through the jets. "Get down a little," Nate advised, "so only your head is above the water." I did. "What is that stuff?" I asked. "A fat melter. It'll soak in through your pores and start to metabolize your fat cells, removing them entirely. You'll start to feel warm soon, so if the bath water is too hot, let me know." "Okay." I just lay there, motionless, enjoying the slowly spreading warmth. It was concentrated in my paunch and ass a little, and my cock felt really hot - I figured it was just that it was in the water and I had just cum so it was still sensitive. After a few minutes the warmth began to fade, and the green stuff cycled out of the water. "Stand up," said Nate. "Let's see how much you lost." I did, and marveled at myself. While I was still a little pudgy, I had lost a lot! I could see my upper abs and my butt was tighter, as were my legs. There was still the extra skin but Nate said that as my muscles grew it would fill in. Nate led me to a mirror and I admired myself, but something looked a little did. It was my cock - it looked, well, smaller. I played with it a little and managed to get erect only to find that my previously 6-inch erection was now about half as long and only pencil thin! Jim came over to look at me. With horror, I gazed at him and discovered that his was perfectly normal. "What happened?!?" I asked him, hysterically. He cupped my tiny cock in his hand and yelled over his shoulder to Nate. "Nate! Come look at this!" Nate trotted over. "There's still some left. What's up with that?" "What?!?!" I yelled. I tried to pull away only to find with much pain that Jim had ahold of my balls. "Hmmm. We'd better go ahead and just give him another treatment. He's still got some around his belly. We can just do the rest then." "What?!?" I repeated myself. "You knew this would happen?" "Mmm hmm. You'll enjoy it, boy. Come on, get back in the water," Jim ordered me. "Hell, no! This little stub is better than nothing!" I started to walk determinedly towards the door. "No, it isn't," Jim said, behind me. I stopped. "Who do you really think will want you with a cock like that, eh? No woman will; you can't do anything with it. Most guys will laugh at you, maybe let you suck them off at best. You stay here, you let us take the rest, and you'll be here, beautiful. You'll have me and all those other guys in the gym wanting you, as often as you want it. Out there you're nothing, in here you're worth something." He was right. I had known guys with small cocks before; they got no sex and definitely no respect. And with this tiny thing between my legs, I would not only not get any, but I would get made fun of. I turned around. Jim was still standing there, butt naked. "Are you going to come back, then?" he asked. I said nothing, but stomped back over to the tub and sat in it, staring straight ahead with the angriest look I could muster on my face. Nate mixed up more the fat melter and rubbed more into my gut, ass, and cock. This time I watched as my cock shrank further, until it was nothing but a tiny head and some skin. I felt it with my hand. Underneath the skin was nothing but some stringy blood vessels. Most of the feeling was gone. It was bruising. Nate had me get out of the tub. He pulled the head out so the skin was stretched to its normal length and inserted a catheter down my pisshole. It hurt, but right now the physical pain wasn't nearly so bad as the psychic. "What's left should atrophy and fall off in a week or two," Nate told me. "You'll need to leave the catheter in until a week after it happens. Just turn the valve on to piss." Nate dried me off, dressed me, and Jim and I left. On the way back he blathered on about how I would like it so much better without a cock, blah, blah, blah. I asked him why his was still attached. He just kept blathering on. To make a long story short, it took me about three days to leave the house again. Jim kept checking up on me; I didn't want to talk to him. On the third day I got hungry but had no cash. His was the only job I had, but there was no way in hell I would work for him. On the fifth day I was about to explode, I was so horny. My fridge was cleaned out, I had no cash and nothing in the bank. I had to work. With no small amount of humility I went in. Over the course of the day it became very clear who knew - most of the kitchen staff gave me knowing leers. The dishwasher and the bartender looked at me with pity. Jim came in near the end of my shift. I tried to avoid him. When I got off, he apprehended me at the time clock and nearly had to drag me into his office. Once there, he asked me, "You horny still?" and peeled off his shirt. Looking at his torso nearly made me cum. I hated him, but he was so fucking hot. "Yeah," I said lowly. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. His hairless cock hung semi-hard. "Suck it, then, boy." I couldn't help it. I was about to explode. I got on my knees and proceeded to blow Jim as best I could. He fucked my face, and every time he was near to cumming, he pulled out. The third time he lifted my by my shoulders, spun me around, grabbed my by my empty crotch and undid my pants. In one motion they were down and I was bent over with my hands gripping his desk as he thrust his cock in and out of my ass. It didn't take long before the catheter filled up with white goo. Jim kept going, though, and soon I was hard again. There was a knock at the door. Jim opened it without missing a thrust, and in came the kitchen staff. In a heartbeat they were naked as well, and plugging me in their turns. Somebody dragged the disher and the bartender in as well, and when they lost their pants I could see that they were no better off than me, but worse: even their balls were gone! I came at least three times that night, and, even though I wasn't previously much of a bottom, I sure enjoyed it. The image of the disher's and bartender's empty crotches worried me, though. Was I going to lose my balls as well? A few months passed. My cock fell off, as I had been warned. I still wasn't totally comfortable without it, but had at least accepted that it was gone and never coming back. I was back on speaking terms with Jim, and was now among his group of fuckslaves. In a way it was enjoyable; since losing my cock I had had more sex than ever. He also took me back to his gym, and it became a regular thing: we'd go; they'd shave us, we'd work out, I'd get fucked in the shower by Jim and whoever else wanted me. I learned that in this gym, cocks were not too common - just looking at other guys' shorts or posing briefs I could see that some packed even less than I did. A few I talked to really got off on it, raving about how losing their cocks was the best thing that ever happened to them. They helped me cope a lot, and were a big help in letting me get over it. My fear of a loss of masculinity was assuaged by my continuing muscular development - with nearly zero bodyfat, every new striation or tiny bit of growth was emphasized, and I got to be pretty well built, although nowhere near the body of Jim or my coworkers. The disher and bartender were both totally emasculated, though. I talked to them both, and they had been taken in pretty much the same way I had been: offer to work out, cock shrunk to nothing. Jim castrated them later, both with their consent. They said that after the thrill of the sex wore off, it got to be an annoyance. Without balls their sex drive was zero, and getting screwed was just another part of their job. I never thought I'd feel that way, but after four or five months I was really getting sick of it. Cumming had become a chore, and the more I got fucked the more I thought about being castrated. The bartender said it would really help, and without a cock, what use were they anyway? It was that last point that really hit home. After another week or two of thinking about it, I decided that it was necessary. After my nightly fuck I mentioned it to Jim. "I just can't deal with this, Jim. I can only get off when somebody else fucks me, I mean, that's almost better than not getting off at all. It's cool when I'm taking it from somebody else but honestly, I'd rather not want it." He sighed. "Yeah, they always seem to want their balls gone eventually. Next time we go to work out." And that was it. I was looking forward to it, but also a little scared. All this time I supposed that there might be some way to get my cock back somehow, but with my balls gone...that was really it. We had our workout as normal, and here I was expecting it at the beginning. Afterwards we went into the bath room as usual for the ritual shave. That went as normal, except during it this poor guy got the same introduction to dickless sex as I had been given. He took it better than I did, anyway. After he left, I was finally castrated. Nate did it. He had me put my legs up on the side of the pool and then drained it so there was still and inch or two of water on the bottom of the pool. There was a shot of some anesthetic, a few snips of surgical scissors and some stitches. He gave it a good washing and taped a bandage over it. "Don't pick at it, and change the bandage every few hours. The stitches should come out on their own in a week or two." I thanked him, got dressed, and we left. Walking felt funny, even funnier than it had when I lost my cock. My underwear was even looser now, although the bandage helped stuff it a little bit. Jim gave me two days off, which was good: finals were coming up, and I needed to study a bit. I didn't get any real side effects until I went back to work, though. I still wanted to fuck things for a week or so, but could tell after a day that my desire for it was fading. I started getting hot flashes, especially at work, and got a little depressed. The disher said that was normal, and not to worry about it. I got through my finals okay, and by graduation I was a eunuch in every sense of the word. The side effects of testosterone deprivation had stopped, and my sex drive was zero. I still had a good body, and worked out as much as before, but my gains slowed. I was okay with that, though. That summer I started looking for a job, and it finally hit me that I was probably not going to be working for Jim after this summer. That would be strange, and even weirder that I would be considered very strange if most people knew what Jim knew about me. |