“Third tine’s a charm,” as they say – and it proved true for Ron and Max. There was no one in the area, either on foot or in car, except the two guys with backpacks and ear-buds listening to i-pods. And, even better, both guys were quite handsome, stunningly so. Ron pulled up and Max rolled down his window and asked “Need a ride to campus? We’re heading that way. Without thinking about the fact that there were usually 10-15 people waiting at the stop, both guys said, “Sure,” and climbed into the back. Ron pulled away and drove toward campus at the edge of town, but he drove past it and the guys in back realized they were in serious trouble. When Ron stopped at a railroad crossing to wait for a passing train, both Rex and Marty tried to open the back doors and run for it. But Max had set the kid lock in anticipation of that and they had no way out until Ron and Max let them out, whenever they were ready to. Ron said, “Forget about getting away, calm down, and don’t say anything or you’ll regret it soon enough.”

Both boys stopped their efforts, though being “calm” was certainly out of the question. Ron drove for about half an hour, finally pulling into the driveway of a two story stone house that had no nearby neighbors. Max pulled two pistols from the glove compartment and handed one to Ron. They both got out and opened the back doors to let the boys out Rex started to pull his backpack across the seat but Ron said “Leave ‘em there, you’re not going to need that stuff anymore. You’re gonna be learning other stuff here.”

Rex and Marty couldn’t believe they’d been kidnapped, and couldn’t imagine why. They didn’t know each other except as neighbors and from riding the same bus. Max led the way to the house, with the boys following and Ron at the rear. The four passed through the house and upstairs. There were three rooms – the master bedroom, a second bedroom, and a room with what appeared to be – and was – an operating table in the center. Ron motioned Rex into the second room and locked the door, saying “Oh, take off your clothes, all of ‘em. We’ll be ready for you in about half an hour.” The door could only be unlocked from outside and there were no windows in this room, so Rex was in a panic. But there was nothing he could do but comply so he stripped; he still had no idea what this was about except he knew it was bad, really, really bad.

Meanwhile, Max pushed Marty into the “operating room” and ordered him to strip. He also did as ordered, gazing silently at the gun Ron was pointing at him. When he was completely naked, Max motioned him onto the table and he climbed up and lay down, waiting for whatever they were going to do. First, Max slid a towel under Marty’s ass. Then he told the boy to spread his legs. When Marty did so, Max said, “Further apart than that.” He got them as far apart as he possibly could and Max said, “Keep them like that and stay quiet.”

Max then went to work shaving Marty’s scrotum. When he was done, he injected an anesthetic into each side and wiped the entire scrotum with Betadyne. After a minute, he pinched each side of the scrotum and asked “Do you feel that?” Marty nodded both times. Max made an incision on the left side and pushed the testicle out. He cut the cord and cauterized the end he pushed back into the boy’s scrotum; then he sutured the incision shut. Max moved to the other side of the table and repeated the procedure, leaving Marty a eunuch. Max helped Marty off the table and helped him to the door of the room where Rex waited, fearing the worst he could imagine. Ron unlocked the door and Max led Marty inside turning to Ron. “Your turn, kid. Let’s go.”

He led the boy to the room and told him to climb onto the table. Rex said, “Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want.” Ron answered, “Don’t worry, this isn’t going to hurt and you’re definitely going to do whatever we want”. Rex gave up and climbed onto the table. Half an hour later, Max helped their newest eunuch off the table and to the room where Marty had been crying uncontrollably since being left alone. Rex joined him and the two were left locked there while Ron and Max went downstairs and had lunch. They both knew hunger would make the boys more compliant.

When they returned, Marty had stopped crying. Rex had encouraged him to forget about the past and focus on the future. He’d figured out what was coming and had come to the conclusion there was no way to escape; the sooner they gave in, the better off they’d be. Besides, did they want to go back to the campus with no balls? When he finally asked that out loud, Marty shook his head in final resignation of his new status. The door suddenly opened and both Ron and Max entered. “Here’s the deal,” Ron said, “you both will be here as long as you perform satisfactorily and keep us pleased. When that’s no longer true, you’ll go to a male brothel in Los Angeles, one that specializes in pain rather than pleasure. I promise you won’t like being there, so it’s to your advantage to keep us both happy with your performance here.”

He went on, “We’ll train you slowly, and it’ll be painful at the start, but everyone we’ve trained before has learned to enjoy what you’ll shortly be doing. Starting right now, you’ll say ‘Yes, sir” or ‘No, sir’ as appropriate, no nodding or shaking of heads. You’ll do as you’re told without question or comment. Sometimes it’ll be three of us having fun, other times all four of us. Either way, your only goal is to please us in whatever you do, whether it’s sex or a task we assign. “Is that understood?”

First Rex said “Yes, sir,” but Marty was momentarily silent before repeating the phrase. Ron made a mental note about the delay, thinking it might possibly mean trouble ahead. He thought to himself he’d have to be extra hard on that one ... starting now.”You,” he said to Marty, “Come with us.” Marty stood up, still briefly hoping he had some avenue of escape. The three of them left Rex alone, locking the door behind them. They went to the master bedroom and Ron told the boy to get on his hands and knees in the center of the bed. Marty finally acknowledged there was no way out and climbed onto the bed, waiting in dread as Ron and Max disrobed and joined him. There was a tube of lubricant on the night table, but Ron decided that Marty needed his first lesson to be painful, his later training could be more pleasurable but he had to be broken first. Ron got behind the boy while Max began videotaping this session. Ron’s dick had hardened in anticipation of entering this kid’s virgin ass. He grabbed Marty’s left hip and used his right hand to guide his cock to the boy’s hole. Grabbing the right hip tightly, he pushed in with a single thrust.

Marty screamed as the white hot pain seared his mind. Rex heard it and knew he’d need to outdo Marty in submissiveness to avoid the same treatment. Back in the master bedroom, Ron hit Marty and told him to be quiet and that he’d brought this on. Marty buried his face into the mattress to stop his overwhelming urge to scream. It was just minutes before Ron’s cum shot into Marty in multiple spurts, but it seemed like an eternity to Marty, whose screams had become moans and sobbing. Ron withdrew and took the camcorder from Max. Now Max climbed onto the bed and got into his preferred position if front of the boy, putting one hand under Marty’s chin and forcing him to lift his head to see his hard dick, now just three inches from the boy’s mouth. “Here’s what I want,” he told Marty, “I want no teeth scraping me, no gagging, and for you to swallow every drop.”

Marty got no chance to say anything. The cock pushed in and its head was quickly at the back of Marty’s throat. Marty thought he would choke to death, but some instinct helped him to adjust his throat and lower jaw to eliminate the gagging and avoid scraping the dick with his teeth. Again, it seemed like forever but was only a few minutes before Max shot his load. Marty managed to swallow it all as he heard Max tell Ron, “That wasn’t bad, for a first time. But he better improve fast.” Ron replied, “His ass wasn’t bad either, but I agree he needs a lot of improvement fast. Let’s get the other one and see how he does.”

Marty climbed off the bed and Max led him away, returning with Rex, who immediately replied, “Yes, sir” when ordered onto his hands and knees on the bed. Ron handed the camcorder back to Max and got into fucking position. He rewarded Rex’s compliance by applying plenty of lubricant before pushing his re-hardened cock into the boy’s ass. It was much easier for Rex and he didn’t to more than moan the entire time. If anything, the moans sounded to Ron as if they became moans of pleasure. In fact, Rex got hard as Ron’s cock repeatedly rubbed the prostate; not only did he get hard, he came at the same time Ron did, to Ron’s great pleasure. Max even got a close up of Rex’s orgasm so they could replay it for him if he ever tried to say he wasn’t gay. Ron got off the bed and, as before, took the camcorder to film Rex’s first blow job.

As Max got into position, Rex was already getting his mouth ready for what he understood was to be done with him. He managed to avoid gagging or scraping his teeth on the cock sliding back and forth in his mouth, and when Max’s cum shot into his mouth, Rex swallowed every drop without a problem. As Max pulled out, he patted Rex on the head and said, “Good boy,” as if Rex were a pet. Max looked at Ron and said, “I think we have a winner.” Ron replied, “Agreed. The other one’s got a lot of training ahead.”

Three months later, Marty was in that L.A. brothel that catered to people who enjoyed rough trade. He regretted he’d been unable to keep Ron and Max satisfied, but he’d never been able to close the performance gap between Rex and himself. Now it was too late and he was even worse off. When they shipped him off to California, they replaced him with a gorgeous nineteen year old farmhand they’d tricked into thinking he was going to work for them. Well, he was going to work for them but not in the way he expected. But Matt was, like Rex, a natural, tamed and trained quickly, who was able to keep Ron and Max very happy with his performance, whether in bed or dong chores around the house and the property. Ron told Max they’d finally found the right pair and could stop looking for new guys, and Max agreed completely.