At least it was a live-trap; I have to admit that, now that I know that’s what it was. I could also say I was snagged by a spider web or was the unsuspecting fish taking the bait. Regardless, I met a guy I really liked and thought there might be possibilities for a relationship. Maybe the fish analogy is better, because Dave did in fact “reel me in.” We met in a Seattle bar while I was visiting friends.

I should’ve told my friends where I was going, but didn’t because, to be honest, they didn’t know I’m gay. I just said I’d be back by midnight or so – the biggest mistake of my life – and they didn’t ask further. So when I didn’t come back, no one had any idea where to start searching. Take that as a warning, this could happen to you even if you’re not searching for it.

I’d been sitting at the bar for 15 minutes, didn’t know anyone in the bar because this was my first trip to Seattle. I remember clearly it was 10:15 when Dave sat down next to me. “Hi,” he said, “you don’t look familiar. Are you from out of town?”

I answered, “Yeah, I’m from Kansas, here on a visit.”

“Cool. Do you know Seattle’s called “the emerald city”? We have at least one thing in common, maybe more.”

I have to say he was a guy who “tripped my trigger” and I was glad he had something to talk about. I seemed to’ve “tripped his trigger” too, because he bought my next two beers and we got quite friendly as the time passed.

Normally, I play it safe and take drinks with me when I’m at a bar and need to pee. This time, I felt so relaxed that I didn’t – the second biggest mistake I made in my life.

Apparently, Dave surreptitiously spiked my beer while I was gone. Fifteen minutes later, I was putty in his hands and agreed to go home with him. I would never have agreed to that otherwise.

He drove to his house and helped me inside. He put me on the sofa in the living room and made several phone calls that were whispered, rather than in a normal volume. As he was making the fourth call, I fell completely asleep.

When I woke up, I was naked and spread-eagle on a table. My first instinct was to ask what the hell was going on, but I’d been gagged so that was impossible. In addition, my eyes were covered with one of those sleep masks so I couldn’t see anything that happened. I recognized Dave’s voice, but there were at least three other guys in the room. As I came out of my drug-induced fog, I realized, even though they were whispering, they were discussing what to do with me. The question seemed to be “cock and balls” or “just cock” or “just balls.” Naturally, I wanted “none of the above” but nobody was asking me.

After about 10 minutes of back-and-forth among them, they agreed on “just balls” and one of them went to work while Dave stroked my hair and told me to relax and just stay still. First, I felt the guy shaving my scrotum and the pubic hair on and around my dick. Then he rubbed something (I later realized from the color it was Betadyne) on my hairless scrotum, after which he sprayed something else onto it.

A little later I felt what felt like several separate periods of scratching on one side of the scrotum. I heard the guy say, “One down, one to go.” The same thing happened on the other side and the guy this time said, “All done.” I’d been castrated and was now a eunuch.

I felt the restraints at my wrists and ankles being released, and Dave removed the mask and kissed me on the lips while I still lay there in total shock. He told me he wanted me permanently the moment he saw me. He also said I’d be staying with him and his friends; there would be no return to Kansas.

I guess it was a combination of the shock of what had happened, the realization I could never admit to my friends that I’d been castrated, and the loss of testosterone that led me to accept my unexpected fate. I mainly was Dave’s one-on-one sex partner, but once in a while he shared me with the three other guys he lived with, usually a three-way but sometimes even a four-way. My memories of Kansas faded away over time and I lost any desire to return there.