They must have put something in our food or drink, because we woke up in the back of a truck. It was like one of those moving vans my mom rented the last time we moved. You couldn’t see out. I don’t know how long I’d been out, but James and Tommy were still asleep. Shaun, like me, was just waking up. A goon, one I hadn’t seen before was in the back with us. A kid, his crotch still bandaged, was in with us, too. I hadn’t seen him before. Apparently, they were taking us to another town. The Russian kids said they regularly move us around. I don’t think they want any of the clients forming any lasting attachments to any of us, afraid that one might do something to help us get free.

None of my clients would; I’m just someone to fuck, but that might partly be my fault. They seem to fall in love with Tommy; but he’s fucking weird about all this. The little fucker likes being a slave. Since I like being a eunuch, I can understand he likes that part, but I can’t understand how he likes being a slave. He’s definitely a throwback to the days when slave boys were castrated and used for sex. The little fucker even has orgasms. I’ve never had one, not even when Shaun was fucking me.

“What the fuck?” Shaun said, shaking his head. He probably felt groggy; I did.

“No talking,” said the goon in Russian.

All of us had learned a little Russian. James was actually getting pretty good at it, practicing all the time with Valentin as he had. He’d have to practice with someone else, now. Valentin wasn’t in the truck with us.

Shaun looked at me, shrugging and turning up his palms as if asking me, What the fuck is going on? With the goon in the back with us, all I could do was roll my eyes.

By the time we stopped, the other guys, including the new kid with the bandages, were awake. The new kid looked young, eleven, or twelve, at the most. I didn’t think he had started puberty – no underarm hair. He never would. They had cut off his dick and his balls.

Someone outside raised the sliding door at the rear of the truck. I expected to see we were in another rundown warehouse district, but I saw, trees, a well manicured lawn, a curved driveway, and the front of a grand house. The goon inside ushered us out of the truck. Two other goons awaited us outside the truck. They took us through the front door into the house.

The hallway was fucking grand, as wide as the hallway at my school, only instead of being made of linoleum, the floor seemed to be made of marble or some shit like it. They took us to another office, but it was much different from Sergey’s office back at the other place. It had a fireplace, bookshelves with books lined one wall, a thick carpet covered the floor, and a man in an obviously expensive suit, sat behind a huge desk smoking a cigar. The goons lined us up in front of his desk.

The man behind the desk pointed at Tommy. His accent was Russian, but he spoke excellent English.

“You must be Tommy. I’ve heard so much about you.” He glanced at the rest of us. “You’re here because of Tommy. To keep him happy, we’ve brought you along. I suggest you take lessons from him. He knows how to treat client; he appreciates what we’ve done for him.”

What they’ve done for him? They’ve cut off his cock and balls – OK, he wanted that done – and made him a slave. But fuck, he likes that, too. I looked at Tommy. He had a big grin on his face.

“You are slaves,” the man continued, “but if you behave, if you treat your clients well, you will be well treated; you will want for nothing;” he grinned; “except for your freedom. You belong to us, until we decide we no longer need you, until you are too old to please our clients.”

“What happens then?” I asked.

He looked at a paper on his desk:

“You must be Kim; you still have your cock. Most of our boys don’t. It fits you, though. I can see why they left it. You do need to adjust your attitude, though, or you won’t stay here long, even if you are Tommy’s friend. You act, it’s said, like every fucking is a rape. Some of the clients you had in the other establishment might like that, but our clients are different: most of them are looking to be loved. They are looking for boys like Tommy, boys born to be eunuchs and slaves, boys that know their place, boys that want to serve men.”

“You have no balls: you will never be a man; it’s time you realized that. Men have always castrated boys and used them for their sexual satisfaction. What we do is nothing new. What we do is as old as history itself. Just because society has changed; just because laws have been passed; it doesn’t mean man – the nature of man – has changed. Men still desire to fuck eunuchs: young eunuchs; and they will pay handsomely to do so.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said, sounding, I know, braver than I felt: I was scared; I had been from that first day.

“You will need to learn respect,” he said. “If I ship you from here, you WILL NOT like where I send you. It will make the last place you were seem like Disney World; but I will answer your question: do as we tell you, and we will let you go; we might, if you’ve done well, give you some money. If you piss us off, though…”

Raising one eyebrow, he left the rest unanswered, left to my imagination. I could imagine what would happen, if I really pissed them off. That had kept me in line up until now. They were the Russian mafia or some shit like that, weren’t they? They kidnapped and castrated boys, keeping them as slaves. I didn’t expect murdering one that pissed them off would be a giant step compared to that.

“As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted,” he looked directly at me, “you are slaves; you are here to please your master – that’s me – and you’re here to please your clients. Please them, and you’ll please me. Tommy knows how to do that; take lessons from him. Your privileges and how long you stay here, depends on how well you accomplish that.”

“For the time he’s paid for, an hour, a night, a week, your client is your master. Treat him as if he were. Do whatever he tells you, suck his cock, swallow his seed, take his cock up your ass, whatever he wants, and that can include having some pain inflicted upon you. We won’t let one do permanent damage to you – you are valuable property, after all – but if one wants to beat your ass, know he’s paid for the privilege.”

“You had what, a day room back where you were? Here, you’ll have access to a swimming pool, a game room, and a gymnasium – we want you to stay in shape. There is a large fenced in area, where you will be allowed outside, not that you could escape, anyway. A high wall is around the whole estate, and we let the dogs out at night. Get caught by them, and you’ll lose more than the cocks and balls you’ve already lost. They’ll rip out your little throats.”

“You’ll find the food better: we have our own cooks; we don’t send out to MacDonald’s for it. Compared to the life most of you have lived, this is Disneyworld. Relax, do as you’re told, and you’ll live the good life here.”

He gestured with a toss of his head to one of the goons, who pointed to the door to the hall, which had just been opened by another of the goons. At the end of the line, Shaun turned and walked toward it. The rest of us followed. I was the only one of the boys that had spoken. I hoped it wasn’t going to cost me.

At the end of the hallway, we came to a door. A keypad was set into the wall beside it. The goon leading us keyed some numbers into it and opened the door; we walked through it. Glancing back, I saw another keypad set into the wall on that side of the door. We had entered our new prison: it was nicer than the one we’d left; but it was still a prison.

Only one goon followed us through the door: where could we go? We were locked in; and if we could go outside, I’m certain we would see the fence our Master had mentioned in during our indoctrination. He had set down the rules and told us what to expect, if we didn’t obey them.

The goon – I wasn’t about to call the ones here that to their faces – led us to a dormitory; in it were ten beds. Counting the newly neutered boy, we were five. I supposed we’d be sharing the room with five others. None of them were in the room. The goon said something in Russian. I didn’t understand all of it, but James, who did, picked up a small stack of cards off of a table and passed them out. Our names, first names only, were on them. We no longer had last names. If we thought we still did and spoke them to anyone, we would be punished.

“Pick a bed that has no card and put your card in it,” James said.

I saw slots in the frame at the foot of each bed. Five of them, the five at the far end of the room, already had cards in them. We had our choice of the beds closest to the door. I picked one of the beds close to the door and slipped the card with my name on it into its slot.

The goon led us to the game room. I was shocked: it had two pool tables, a ping pong table, and other games like foosball and air hockey. A couple of boys were playing pool. Several were sitting on couches watching TV at the opposite end of the room. The goon yelled something in Russian, and a boy – a smooth, naked, eunuch – jumped up and ran over to where we were. Mr. Goon, rattled off more Russian.

The kid said, “Da, da,” whenever the goon paused.” His tone was respectful.

When the goon finished speaking, he turned and left. The boy turned to us. He smiled:

“Welcome to the Estate. I don’t know where you were before you came here or why you were selected, but you’ve hit the jackpot. Only the choicest slaves come here.”

He looked the newly cut boy up and down.

“What’s your name?”

“Jacob Le-“

“No!” The boy stopped him from answering. “You don’t have a last name. You’re Jacob the slave, nothing more. Don’t tell anyone the name you had. You lost it along with your balls and cock.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know why you’re here.” He wrinkled his nose in apparent disgust. “I don’t know why any of you are here. We are the best of all the slaves owned by the Establishment. You,” he said to Jacob, “have just been cut. Have you ever sucked a cock even?”

His head down, Jacob gave it a little shake. Stepping over to Jacob, the boy grabbed Jacob’s hair, tilting up Jacob’s face, and spoke, his face no more than an inch from Jacob’s face.

“When I, or anyone, ask you a question, you answer, and you say, ‘Sir.’ You are the lowest of the low. You have no status, until you earn it.”

He looked at the rest of us.

“None of you have any status until you earn it, and you earn it by serving your masters: any man with cock and balls is your master, the Establishment employees and our clients. I’m a slave, but I’m superior to you, and you will treat me and all other slaves with proper respect.”

He looked at me:

“Why did they let you keep your cock?”

I shrugged: “I don’t know.”

Stepping up to me, he slugged me in the stomach. I doubled over from it.

“You didn’t say, ‘Sir.’ Say it.”

“Sir,” I gasped.

“That’s better. Now, why did they let you keep your cock?”

“I don’t know – Sir. I was already castrated before I came, but I don’t know if that was the reason.” I gestured toward Shaun with a flick of my head. “Shaun had already been castrated, too, and they cut off his dick. He’d been through puberty, though, and I hadn’t.”

“It’s not much of a cock, and we have another slave that still has his little boy dick. Have you been fucked? Can you suck a cock?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I didn’t want another punch in the stomach. Next, he spoke to Tommy.

“What are you, a little girl?”

“No, Sir,” said Tommy.

His tits had grown; he still didn’t need a bra, but his tits were as large as the tits on many girls his age would have been. His voice was set lower than mine, though. He had been through puberty; I hadn’t. James was on estrogen; and his tits were budding; but they weren’t as large as Tommy’s. They had allowed Tommy to keep his pubic hair, but it was kept plucked to form a neat triangle. James’s pubic hair, as had Shaun’s, had been plucked, making the vertical scars on their groins more evident than Tommy’s scar was. At first glance, Tommy could be mistaken for a girl. With the softening of his features brought about by his castration and the estrogen, he was as pretty as a girl.

“My name is Ryan, but you will call me, ‘Sir,’ to my face. What are your names?”

“Kim,” I said.

“Tommy.”

“James.”

Shaun was the last to answer: “Shaun.”

Jacob had already spoken his name.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, while looking at me.

“So, you’re Kim? I’m to show you guys around, but when I’m through, I want Kim to stick with me. We have other things to discuss.”

The way he said it sounded ominous.

He showed us the swimming pool; the grass area surrounding it was enclosed by a fence, a solid fence, twelve feet tall, at least, with razor wire at the top. That way offered no escape, although I wondered why they bothered. From what I’d heard, the Estate was surrounded by a high wall, and the Master had said they let the dogs out at night. Besides, we were out in the countryside somewhere. I saw no neighboring houses.

Ryan showed us the gym, which included a weight room, a hot tub and a smaller indoor pool.

“If you want to eat,” he said, work out each day. You won’t be allowed to get fat, and since you no longer have balls, that could easily happen. Already, all of you have more fat and less muscle than you had. This one,” he gripped Tommy’s shoulder looks like a girl; he has the slender shoulders and broad hips of a girl, but he has only a little fat on his belly. You will lose that,” he said to Tommy.

“The rest of you, except for Jacob, are already too fat. You will lose it before you have your first client. We have higher standards than the other houses have. Our clients are rich; you might even get to fuck a Senator or Congressman. If you do, and you recognize him, don’t let on you know who he is, and never tell anyone, not even me, that you fucked him.”

I didn’t thing that would be a problem: I doubted I would recognize any Senator or Congressman, and I was damn sure Shaun wouldn’t. I might recognize the President, but she was a woman, so I didn’t expect to see her here.

He showed us the dining room; it had seating for thirty or forty; then, he took us back to the game room. Two kids were playing foosball. At first, I thought they were Tommy like eunuchs; both had tits; but since neither had pubic hair, and I saw they had vaginas.

“Are those girls?”

They heard me, stopped playing and looked my way.

“We’re girls;” she looked us up and down; “but obviously, none of you are boys.”

They laughed. I felt my face burn. Other than my mom, I’d never seen a naked girl, not a live, naked, girl, anyway; and no girl, other than my mom and the nurse back at the last place, had ever seen me naked – had seen I had no balls. I don’t know why it bothered me; I’d never wanted to fuck a girl; but the way they laughed made me feel inadequate, somehow. They were laughing at us because we were eunuchs.

“We have girls as well as eunuchs,” Ryan said. “Some men want both in his bed at the same time.”

He indicated the others with a sweep of his hand:

“You can relax and kick back here in the game room. You,” he said, poking me in the chest, “come with me.”

I followed him down the hallway. We went through a door to what looked like a doctor’s office. Were they going to cut off my cock, after all? I was soon to wish that had been why Ryan had brought me there.