I’ve got less than three months left in my enlistment with the Coast Guard and I don’t want to fuck up now when I’m drooling from being so close to my exit door to freedom. I have a position waiting for me as a hole.

Don’t get me wrong, I have thrived in the strictly regimented military life. From my induction, just obeying orders without having to think about them was so natural for me it was an immediate process. Training my responding actions to be like Teflon came so easily that my records show outstanding marks. But these last few months have become the toughest since I am so close to realizing my suspended sexuality after three years of military disciplinary training. I’m doing it by taking getting through each day, as if it is the only day to get through.

The time now is 0620 hours. I made sure to get myself to the bus station with plenty of time to spare. The bus is scheduled to leave at 0800. The trip back to my base in LA is usually a good 7 – 8 hour ride with stops. I’m due to report by 1800 hours and cannot be late. It is the only bus through this miserable excuse for a town, coming through twice a week. The bus stops in front of the one gas station that was closed many years ago in the middle of a half-dozen beat-up trailers left around what was the once the center of Puke Gulch CA, before they condemned it.

I’ve spent a lot of time here in the last three years. It’s sure been the greatest time of my life since I became Master Steel’s slave property, and the scariest. My story is probably the same as millions of other total bottoms like me.

It happened one warm August night in a blink. I was in the leather bar decked out like a billboard advertising ‘available slave”. I was hot, horny, looking for a big fat cock to suck on and really wanted to get fucked so bad it hurt.

The bartender had just given me my third or maybe sixth beer and then I turned around. This really hot good looking built guy in full leather was right there in my face and his eyes bore into me like laser beams. I felt like he had just read into my naked heart and soul. I blurted out some drivel like “Oops..., uh.., sorry pardon me, I…, uh, Sir,… uh, uh…”

His face burst into the most warm and gorgeous smile and he replied, “Nothing to be sorry for boy, so no pardon need be given”. In that glance, all I could think of was that I would give my soul to this man to be owned by this man. With that smile beaming at me, I said, “Wow, Sir. Yes Sir”. He had stripped me raw and my inhibitions were all forgotten.

I was basking in the warmth of his encompassing smile. He said he’d had a frustrating day and needed to get some blocked up aggression out and was looking to pick up a bottom to beat the shit out of and fuck its cunt hole raw. I told him I’d do whatever he’d like.

He stopped and took a second to look at me and then ordered me to follow him out to his truck, on my belly. When we got there he shoved one of his gleaming booted feet into my mouth, and the other he rested on my head. He told me that with just a little push, he could crush my head like a ripe cantaloupe. Then he said he’d never do that because he wasn’t into fucking corpses and they are the worst cocksuckers.

He laughed at his own humor and I did too mostly because I know well that slaves should always laugh at the jokes their tops make. Then he said he’d fuck me instead and change my life. He locked my arms in handcuffs behind my back and I spent the next few minutes working my mouth all over his feet. Another very satisfied laugh and then he opened the rear hatch and told me to get in.

When I had managed to get myself up enough to see inside, I saw a leather body bag opened up waiting for me. He had me crawl into it and lying on my back, looking up at him I could see his eager anticipation to start putting my two cock holes to use. He said, “boy, I have a good feeling about you. You’re exactly what I was looking for. You release yourself completely to me and all your dreams will come true. Let’s go home and get the show on the road”.

So he zipped me into my body bag, slammed the trunk hood down and that was the last moment of the last day of my old life. We drove for a few hours on freeways with so many turnings I lost any sense of direction. We exited and drove for maybe another half-hour on some local roads before we turned onto a dirt road. We bumped along for what seemed forever and each jolt made me feel like I was in a food processor.

Finally we stopped, I heard his door open and slam shut. Voices started to gather outside around the car. I knew his voice right off and others sounded familiar. The trunk lid was raised. He chuckled again and told me how sexy I looked as a mummy. Strong arms lifted me out and put the body bag enclosing me onto some sort of gurney. I was rolled into a building and I heard several doors slamming shut behind me as I was rolled deeper and deeper inside.

Finally we stopped and I was lifted again and placed on some flat surface. I could hear the muffled sounds of many men’s low resonant murmuring voices through my leather cocoon. Then one amplified voice rang out and the general murmur ceased. I heard the ripping sound of my zipper followed by the spotlights blinding me.

The vague form of a hulking man slowly came into focus as he approached me. He took me into his muscular arms and kissed me long and deep. I had already fallen in love with him. He said to me, “boy, once I slice off your balls, you won’t want any other cock than mine to suck and be fucked by”. And he was right, I never did.

After that, my life followed what you would expect of any new eunuch. I spent six months or a year as the slave of my cutter used for his full-time fucking. Then he acquired a new man to cut and use as his prime hole. I was moved to the stables he kept his eunuch collection where we were put to work as eunuch whores.

I must have spent two or three years there, working as a cock hole prostitute. Every now and then one of us whores in the stable would go out for service and not return. No one ever knew what happened to the missing hole. Finally I learned the fate of us holes when we didn't return when it was my number called and I found myself sold.

As it turned out, the primary business of my owner in acquiring men like me to cut was not to rent us out as whores. That was just advertising. The big money was in selling us guys as fully trained eunuchs. Putting me to use as a gelded prostitute was just training for my future life sold into slavery. And the training was the best kind of advertising to sell us eunuchs.

I spent another six months being rented by the hour sucking cocks and getting fucked. Finally one day I realized someone had bought me when a crew of carpenters came into my cubicle and took me out to enclose me into a box like a coffin.

I was screwed into my box and then loaded onto a truck. I was driven along smooth Interstate highway type roads for what seemed like a half day. Then we pulled off onto some local road and stayed on it a while. Finally the truck with me crated in it switched to a dirt road so bumpy that it seemed to go on for a hundred miles.

Finally we stopped and my crate was loaded off the truck. I heard the screech of a crowbar opening up my crate. I was let out into a yard and saw around me dozens of naked men. Looking at them I realized that every one of them was hairless and castrated. Then my owner came up to me and said “Relax hole, you’re home now and soon you will be modified so you feel at home with all these other holes like you.

I was freaking because I had to get back to base. He told me that my modification would be finished in plenty of time to report back when due. He also said that once I finished my enlistment, I’d begin my new assignment but this one would be for the rest of my life.

I was discharged on time from the service. My owner was waiting to pick me up at the gate of my base. Since then I have been kept in his stable with a dozen of his other eunuchs. He uses us a lot and serving him makes me very happy.

He also rents me out for use by his friends and customers. I know that I must work to make money for his cost to keep me so I am glad to earn my keep. Especially because I see how other holes that don't are modified beyond just being castrated and I really don't want to be made into one of those two hole torsos.