I came down to Guyana to do a news magazine special for Fxx One Source, our new web-based news mag. It was suppose to be a 15 minute segment about the Circle of Friends. It was me and a female cameraman, Cindy. There was the war going on, but southbound travel was pretty safe as the Americas were all allied, by and large. I had been hoping to go to Shanghai, Turkmenistan, Moscow – anything exciting. But no, Guyana to go watch some freaks modify their dicks and live according to some rules promulgated by total hooligans. And of course, provide some fair and balanced.

I met Cindy at the airport that morning, she had a lot of shit to bring with her. We looked at each other, she looked really worried about me. I knew what she was worried about. We put our copious amounts of baggage on the plane, went down to the gate and had some drinks.

“You sure you really want to go there, I mean, you how they manipulate men, and you are gunna be in danger, Nate.” Cindy said. “Why don’t you just not go, its nuts of them to send a man down there. A whole week, and for what, 15 f’n minutes of screen time.”

“I’m not worried about it. I’ve been straight my whole life, I don’t think I want some freak to f with my dick and force me into some gay cult. They are just nuts, I trust the experts.” I retorted.

“Maybe now isn’t a good time to trust experts.” She said.

“Do you work for this company, or are you the paid lackey?” I said.

I saw this propaganda poster. The war was winding down now, humanity was ready for its fate. But there it was, an older one, maybe it’d be kitsch someday, “After War, Man Soars.”

The flight down to Guyana was pretty quiet. Cindy slept mostly, she had popped some zanies. I wanted to touch her, she looked so soft.

Guyana was chaos on arrival. Our bags were lost for three days, so we were stuck in a hotel in the capital for that time, doing nothing. Drinking beers. She never once wanted to make love to me. I think she was getting scared, the constant delays will madden you.

We finally got the camera back and were ready to fly out to the camp. It didn’t have a proper name, apparently. We flew into this tiny landing strip, three hours away on a Cessna that must have been from the ‘90s. Thought I’d die the whole time. The Pilot was a fierce looking guy. Enormous, steroids I thought. I asked him if he was part of the Circle. “Yes.” He stared at me, I just looked like meat to him. “And what kind of role do you play?” “I’m a watch-man.” “What does that mean?” “Nothing to you.”

We got off the plane at the strip. Out there was a huge city! Cindy and I were in shock. It looked large, well built buildings of concrete, air-conditioners, electricity, cars, men on the streets. But there were few, very few, shops or cafes. Large apartments, civic halls, theatres were built there. Quite amazing, I thought. We thought we would be in some terrifying prison camp in a jungle, like that madman in the 20th century who had a cult out here. But this looked like some army base, or some small American city. Nothing looked out of place except for the complete lack of women other than Cindy, and the strange mannerisms and dress of the citizens.

A man approached us as we sat at the “airport” type building. He had a mask on, and dark clothes. He, like the others, looked very built, and it lended to the city’s intimidating and masculine air.

“We were not expecting any women.” He said.

“Well, this is Cindy, and she is here.” I said.

“I can speak for myself,” Cindy said, “And I’m here to be a cameraman, and to bear silent witness, and my presence doesn’t affect anything! And furthermore, this man must be protected from what you are doing!” She pointed at me.

“Well, just do not speak with the men for your own safety! And certainly not an unmasked man.” He said. He sounded serious.

We were taken to a house on the edge of the town to stay in. The man told us that in the morning, he’d come for us and take us to meet the Master, but in the mean time we could attend the theatre. A masked man sat in the house if we needed anything, apparently. He looked a bit petite compared to the others. But since I’m about 6’7” and pretty built myself, it didn’t mean he wasn’t on the ‘roids they give every one here.

Cindy took the camera with her, and we went to see the show. It was not what we expected. Men were inside, the masked men, on a kind of sunken stage and the unmasked men sat in the balcony. The masked men undressed in a kind of dance, the unmasked men hollered. I could see the men below were the bottoms. They had had their genitals inverted. I got aroused, and then I was scared, I think Cindy sensed I was scared too, but she just kept filming the entire scene.

Once the bottoms were undressed, they began to lubricate themselves with some type of butter. They took their masks off, and kissed each other, touched each other’s…cunts?

The tops were getting rambunctious, highly aroused, and were stripping down as well. They looked maddened, and the whole place smelled odd, just so odd. The tops were called forward, and came down slowly. The first top called came into the circle of bottoms, and the bottoms all seemed to attack him, then pulled him to the ground, kissing him and sucking his body. Since he was only one, there were far too many bottoms and they just seemed to stampede. I wondered if he wouldn’t get hurt. As more tops were called, the bottoms began to separate, some sense of order was slowly restored. I was wet with pre-cum, I had never been so interested in this before. I got why they joined now, this wasn’t some prison cult like I had thought.

Cindy noticed I was watching too closely, she thought we should go home. So we got up. I hope she didn’t notice my erection.

“That was disgusting! I can’t believe this is happening! My heart is pounding!” She grabbed my shoulder as we walked out of there, she sobbed. My heart was pounding too, but for a different reason. “How can this shit be real?” She asked

We made it back to the house. We went to bed, or tried to. Cindy sobbed, I couldn’t get my mind off of what I had seen. I had a wet-dream that night. I dreamed I was a top, and then bottoms swarmed around me, the first one out because I had been good, done something good. And I couldn’t cum, I had been hard for such a long time and I couldn’t cum, but with the bottoms swarming me I finally just came, for the first time in months, and it was so hard and long. No cum came out, just the feeling of cumming. I had waited and been rewarded by the Circle. I woke up in a cold sweat, balls and prostate intact. One source of pleasure – that should be the title to the segment. Then I realized how biased that would sound.

The next day, we went to talk to the Master. He had us into his sumptuous penthouse overlooking the city. His masked boy – he gets his own bottom, I smiled – kneeling beside him.

“Welcome to the Circle.” He said. “We didn’t mean to offend you, Ms. Odell, my servant was presumptuous. We in fact have female members in the Circle. We are, of course, a strictly feminist organization.” Cindy stood there, stone silent. She must have wondered to whither and what females would be doing with Circle. “Now, since you are here, I’m sure you have many, many questions about life here in Guyana. But, you know, you shouldn’t ask me anything yet. I think its best if you and I do our interview at the end of your stay, so you’ll have had a chance to meet the people here and understand our way of life, don’t you agree, Sir Nate?” He said.

“Yes, of course, I think that is best, Cindy and I will need some time to film our segment. Now that we’ve been here we think that this deserves a much large segment than originally planned.” I said.

“Of course,” Cindy responded, looking at me queerly, as though she thought I wanted to simply go and we’d only come here to ask for a flight out.

“Well, I’ve heard that your segment might be two hours or more, that’s what Mr. Ekter at Fxx told me just this morning. Of course, everyone in the Circle has a phone, a tv with satellite channels, and full internet. No one is ignorant here, you’ll find.” Master paused. “Now, Sir Elliot will guide you about town today and you ask your questions of him. You’ll find everyone already knows about you coming so they’ll be ready to meet you both, although maybe not pleased. Do enjoy.”

“Yes, of course, thank you . . .” I had lost his name.

“You may call me Master, Sir Nate.” We were guided out.

“Yes, thank you Master.” I said.

Cindy and I went on a tour with Sir Elliot. Cindy called him Elliot, which I didn’t understand. I was a bit tired though, and in fact Cindy asked a lot of the questions that day. She was beautiful.

“Where are the other women?” She said.

“There are some here, some have become men, others came with their husbands and stayed, others become aroused by what they see, they stay on too. Some women become watch-men, but there are probably no more that 160 or so in Guyana. World-wide, who knows?” Sir Elliot responded.

I watched Sir Elliot, he neck flexed whenever he turned to address Cindy. He was so strong, confident.

“And what about this theatre show last night, what the hell was that?” She asked.

“Well, tops, the Sirs, will be invited to the theatre every once in a while, for good deeds, and that is the only time we are able to feel an orgasm. Otherwise we just have sex with the bottoms in a futile effort. The bottoms can cum, of course, they do it all the time.” I followed Sir Elliot’s words, he just had such a soothing voice.

“And how are the modifications made?” She asked.

“We will have a showing in a few days time for you, but not today. Today, why don’t you just explore the way we are on most days.”

“Well, it seems to me that you are modified every day after modification.” She said. She didn’t understand.

“Well, why don’t you tell us what you do during your usual days?” I asked.

“I get up around 6, work out. I eat breakfast with my assigned bottom. Then I go online and promote the Circle. After that, I do my labor for the day, usually I help design new roads. Lunch, followed by more labor. After labor, I go to dinner with my assigned bottom, and we will go to the bath-house for some time. Then we come home and read or watch tv. My bottom labors at the library.”

I got a headache an hour or so later, when we came near a fountain in a small square in the northwest quadrant. I felt woozy. I told Cindy and Sir Elliot that maybe I should go rest. So Sir Elliot hailed a car for me, and Cindy and he continued on. Cindy seemed to be calming down, and she and Sir Elliot were going to meet some of the other women.

I got into the car, a pre-war model. In America the government took all the cars for scrap during the war. The first cars wouldn’t be in production until there was a formal peace with China. It was nice to be back in a car again that wasn’t some government vehicle. The driver was a watch-man. I could just tell right away. It was the way they were, you just knew immediately. He dropped me at the house and I went to lay down. Then I had another dream.

Master and the house boy came into the room. They were talking in hushed voices, speculating about me. Then two watch-men came in and took me out. Master said something like, “She won’t be back for hours, Sir Elliot is convincing her now.”

I was taken into another car, an SUV is what it’s called I think. The Master, the masked boy, the two watch-men and we drove. We stopped at a non-descript white building just outside town, on a road I hadn’t seen before. I was taken inside, still dreaming and quite immobile from sleep. It was gleaming in there.

There was a chair in front of me up on a pedestal. I was put in the chair. A helmet was pulled over my head. I felt a pop! Just a pop inside my brain. Then buzzing all around, lights that weren’t really there flickered in my eyes. I’m Sir Nate, I thought. Then I dreamed harder, the Master’s voice was speaking. I was going to be made into a top tomorrow. I was going to watch Cindy be made into a watch-man. I was going to comply, and I was going to serve the Master, and the masked boy in the house was Tim, my assigned bottom, who I love.

After the helmet was taken off, I dreamed that Master and I were alone in a room in the white building. He took my clothes off. He looked at my genitals in disgust. A doctor came in and did some measurements, examined me. Then they took me home. When I woke up from my nap, I felt even more tired than before I had slept.

I walked into the living room. The masked boy came to me.

“Tim, has Cindy returned?” I asked him. How did I know his name?

“No, not yet.” He said. I felt exhausted and wore. I sat down on the couch. Tim sat next to me.

“Are you feeling ok now?” Tim asked.

“I feel better, a lot better now. I think in a day or so I’ll be fix… – fine I mean.” I said.

“Yes, I think so. I only came here a few months ago, Sir Nate. But your going to be happy soon, I bet. If you need anything, that’s what I’m here for. For your needs.” Tim said. He looked down, shy. Not confident like me and Sir Elliot. Not like us. Gentle. I reached out, I felt such a fondness for his situation. I took his mask off, and saw his face for the first time. He was so delicate in the face. So young, maybe only 18. A ginger. He was so fragile even though, as I felt his arms, he was strong.

“Love . . .” I said.

“Can I please have you before they take your balls away?” He asked. I made love to him. I felt my balls pull up into my body for the last time, the release of my white cum into his man-cunt. It felt so tight around my dick, hugging it. Our cocks are fucking! I thought. He came on my dick, it was slick with him. I came then. I felt that release. I knew it was going to be a while before I felt that again. But I was glad, I was ready. I didn’t want to have nuts, and I wanted a prostatectomy-2 so bad. To be like the other Sirs. I was such a freak, my nuts so hideous. But Tim loved it. He played with my nuts after I’d cum. He sucked them, told me how good they smelled. How he wanted to run away and keep my as I was, all to himself. Then he went to shower, I stayed in the bed. Cindy came home later in the evening. She was very quite, and crawled into bed. I felt very tired from my dream, and went to sleep again. I knew I did dream again that night, but I couldn’t remember it.

The next day was time for the operation. Cindy didn’t speak that day. She had already changed. She was acting like a little bitchy watch-man, I thought. I’m superior to watch-men, but I need them, too.

Master came for us in his special SUV or whatever they called it. Master was probably a young man when people still were allowed to own them in America, he wasn’t so young now, but he looked much younger than his years. He was with his bottom today, the one who must never be spoken to. But Tim came in the car with us. Cindy was with one other watch-man, who looked very feminine in some way, I just couldn’t tell if maybe he used to be a woman.

We came to the convention center. The stands were rolled out from the walls. How had I ever even gotten here? I thought. I was so happy that I had, though. We were prepped back stage while men filtered into the show. I was shaven completely, then depilatory cream was applied. Then I was washed. Doctors and surgeons were preparing themselves, and I saw my new fake-prostate organ, that wouldn’t allow me to cum without the Circle’s permission, sitting in its containment field. It had been made just for me.

I was very aroused, very, very hard indeed. A shot was injected deep in my groin and I was given an IV, but I was kept awake. I was rolled out onto the stage. I couldn’t see the crowd, and it was very quite except for the smells and the classical music. Tim was the only bottom allowed to watch me being made. He stood across from me in the shadows.

The Doctor began by inserting a probe into my ass. I couldn’t really feel much. He just left it there, held it in place. Then another surgeon came up, and began on my nuts. I was so hard at that, I wanted my nuts cut so bad. He made a small incision on the side of my left nut, and applied a coagulant or something. He then inserted his finger into my sac. The feeling, dull though it was, was amazing. I just felt him fishing through for my nut, and while I was restrained, I was panting and moaning. He took the nut out, there it was, all exposed. He tied a cord around it, then snip snip…it was off. Finally! They had always been so big and heavy, sticking to my legs. I was such a freak before! He passed it to my bottom who ate it without chewing. As he repeated the process on my right, I felt my right nut retracting, and I realized I was cumming. It was spilling all over my chest. It felt great, I was still cumming as my bottom ate my right nut. I felt so much better already. As they worked fixing my sac up and stopping the bleeding, they tilted my chair to get better access to my ass. That’s when I saw a little mirror above me.

I could see Cindy on the other side of the stage. A man was standing over her, sucking the fat out of her boobs. Another man was at her crotch. I could see that where her clit used to be was now just stitches and a scar. And I could see that the surgeon was scraping out the last of her vaginal wall. She was stone silent. There were several watch-men around her, all chanting something. They seemed very scary and aggressive.

Then I felt something so sharp in my ass that I looked down. The Surgeon had just snipped my prostate out, and was holding it in his fingers, handing it to another doctor. My new organ was brought over. I felt it slide in. Someone came and flashed a light in my eye, and I felt the new organ. I tensed deeply as it hit me, the way this new organ was going to feel. I thought I was going to cum, I felt so on edge, but it wasn’t cumming. They sewed me up. I sat up, looked over at Cindy. They had finished sewing what had been her vagina shut. It would heal together so that nothing was there. She looked a lot more manish, but her transition had only just begun. Mine was mostly over. In a week or so, I’d be ready to please Tim, and that’s about the only thing I could think about.