It was Friday night in the leather bar. I’m a big Irish guy, six and a half feet tall and 200 lbs. I was decked out in leather jacket and pants and knew I looked good. I hadn’t been out for a long time so was enjoying a night strutting around in my slick black skins. I love leather. Since childhood, leather is the core of my sexual identity.

I’m also a 100% bottom and like to show it off with the thick chain collar padlocked around my neck. That evening I wasn’t out to meet anyone, I just wanted a night of walking around in leather.

The bar was OK, and self-centered as I once was, I thought I was the best looking guy in the place. Until that is I saw these two other buzz cut men talking at the bar and my jaw dropped.

Both were both about my height but maybe 20 lbs. heavier and every ounce of it was solid muscle. Like me, they were also in full leather. One was tightly encased in a one-piece black leather body suit right up to his neck. The other had on leather motorcycle coat and breeches. From their body language, it was clear they were a top and bottom pair.

The top guy caught my eye and held it for a few seconds, did a scan of me head to toe and turned back to talk with the bottom. Having been caught out looking at them, I turned away but still kept them in the corner of my eye. They talked for a few minutes looking over to me every now and then.

Suddenly the bottom walked over to me, said hi and that I looked great. I returned the compliment and introduced myself. He told me his name was Clipper and that he was the slave property of the other man called Steel. I said those were two very sexy names, which he replied because they were two very sexy guys.

I agreed with that and he said that Steel told him to tell me to join them. Well just the idea of the three of us big guys in full leather was all that I needed. I enjoy wearing leather and really love being with a group of guys in full leather too.

We spent about 15 minutes talking and then Steel said we should leave and go back to his place. Steel clipped a leash to my collar and handed it to Clipper telling him to take me along. We walked outside and around the block to where they had their van parked. I got in and that was the last thing I remember until I woke up in a strange room and another life.

The room was cinderblock and all white. There was no window but a ventilation vent in the ceiling. The only things in the room were a steel frame bed, stainless steel wash basin and toilet without seat. The floor was some kind of polymer resin. The lighting was bright florescent, no switch. It had a steel door that I tried and found locked. Then I noticed a small closed circuit TV camera way up in the corner.

It was a prison cell. As big a shock it was to find myself where I was, it was a much bigger shock to find myself naked and shaved hairless. Only my chain collar remained. I was thoroughly terrified but also exceptionally turned on. It was the middle of one of my favorite fantasies and it was real.

Eventually the door opened and two other big men in black uniforms came in. I was handcuffed and taken out naked on a leash. They walked me down a corridor and we entered another room. This one was comfortable and furnished. Steel was over on a couch and Clipper was sitting on the floor at his feet, also naked.

That first image of a big man in leather with another big, muscular man naked at his feet was so powerful that my desire pushed away my fear. It took a minute and then I saw that Clipper had no balls. He had been castrated. This was my first glimmer into understanding how completely my life had changed.

Steel had a strong but mellifluous voice that soothed me and made me feel that I want to like this man and could easily fall in love with him. He told me that he had decided to take me as another slave and as of then, my old life was over. I was now a slave and would be a slave for the rest of my life.

I believed him and strangely trusted him. I was now his property. He ordered me to cut off any doubts I might have because he was now in total control of my entire existence. He assured me he knew exactly what he was doing and promised that from now on, my sole purpose will be to serve and please.

As his property, I would no longer have any responsibility or control over my life. He would make all decisions for me and provide my housing, food, medicines and whatever clothing if ever needed. I would be provided for until death regardless of him. My only concern was to learn to obey him completely and without question. He was now my entire existence.

That’s when I learned he had a collection of slaves and I was the going to be newest addition. With certain physical and behavioral modifications, I would be completely trained to my new life.

I was introduced to his other slaves, all of whom were castrated like Clipper. It was clear what the modification he mentioned was to be. Because of the drugs, I wasn’t scared or even thinking of my future.

Then I was taken on my leash back to the stark white room I lived in for the next few months. My food was heavily drugged because the entire time was a blur of naked bodies and frequent sexual use. Discipline and punishment were used to grind down my will and clear away my resistance. Pain transcended into pleasure and the freedom of total submission.

Spending entirely all my time with four eunuchs, hairless like me began to feel normal. I was encouraged to feel their smooth bodies especially their denuded genital areas. Most of them had finished the process of permanent removal of every hair on their body. For me, I only had my groin and a start on my chest lasered off so I needed frequent shaving. We often all slept together in one large bed, a clump of hairless bodies with only me not having my balls cut off. They were normal with me the aberration.

Using his other eunuchs together with me, Master Steel trained me how to use my two holes the way he wanted them. After months of the drugs, constant sexual use and surrounded by depilated eunuchs, my owner gradually reprogrammed my mind to where I forgot about my old life and refocused me to being entirely a slave, his slave, his eunuch.

The image of myself as a eunuch was no longer strange or frightening. Men without balls more and more seemed to be normal. I started to look forward to the day he would castrate me and I would finally have what I was missing.

After about six months or what I guessed was six months since I had lost all track of time passing, I asked Master Steel what his plans were for my castration. He chuckled and said he wouldn’t do it until I got down on my knees and begged him to cut off my balls. I didn’t know it then but what seemed like just a few months later, that’s exactly what I did.

Master Steel had three of us chained together so that one guys mouth was in the next ones empty groin. Except for me, only I had my balls. I felt so inadequate and incomplete. The sense of exclusion, of being ‘second rate’, was so overwhelming that later after we had been unhooked, I did just that.

My balls were a defect. The humiliation was crushing me. The need to join with my brother slaves in a shared union was overwhelming. I knelt at his feet and with tears streaming down my face, begged him to finally castrate me.

He looked deeply into my eyes and I melted into him. He agreed that I was ready and that one week hence it would be done. I was overjoyed and bursting with happiness. I floated through the next week with my eager anticipation building every day.

Finally the day came. The same two black uniformed men I first met entered my room and zipped me into a leather mummy sack. I was put on a gurney and wheeled out to some kind of loading area. Never having left the training facility for what could have been a few months or maybe years, I had no idea of what was outside my closed world.

The package, me, was transferred to a motor vehicle and driven away. After a short trip, we stopped and I was again taken out, put on another gurney and wheeled someplace. Wherever I was, there was a loud murmur of many deep male voices. Finally my bag was unzipped and I found myself shackled to a steel table spotlighted at the center of a big room filled with men all looking at me.

An easy applause began and then I heard Steel’s powerful voice, which I have grown to love and worship, welcome everyone to the castration of his newest eunuch slave. I was never so proud of myself as I was at that moment. I felt that my destiny in life was finally about to be realized. This will seal forever his ownership of me as his property for life.

The procedure was done quickly with every protection against later infection. From start to finish my transformation from a male human to eunuch property was videotaped for posterity. After my balls were removed, Master Steel dropped them into a jar of preservative already labeled as ‘slave joe’s balls" and the date removed. Later he placed the jar with his collection of other men’s balls he had removed. I was the 25^th jar added to the trophy case.

After my castration, I was no longer confined to the training facility. I am kept in the bunkhouse with the other geldings and often taken outside for entertainment uses as a eunuch. Sometimes I am used for decoration and displayed hung from a ceiling or on a St. Andrew’s Cross. Other times I’m put in a cage in the center of a crowded room. Often I’m chained up to a column; hands over my head and men encouraged to feel where my balls were. At home I am always naked, even with guests.

I had wondered how Master Steel could afford to keep a stable of us five eunuch slaves and the big training facility. Then I found out that we were his business. He makes his money, a lot of money renting or selling eunuchs. There were more men after me that underwent to same process of indoctrination, training and cutting as me; and were then taken by other men. The ones after me had all been either contract castrations or were prepared on spec and sold at auction when ready. I was part of his permanent collection.

I found out that he made over thirty grand from charging the many dozens of men who were allowed to observe my castration. He also takes in a small but steady income from the sales of the videotape of it. All the porno movies made after with me in have also been big hits. All of us eunuchs are regularly rented out for a night, weekend or longer by other men to use. Plus he gets a good price for every time one of us is displayed naked for a party chained to a beam or hung on a wall. There’s also the escort service.

The biggest moneymakers are the auction sales. All of his eunuchs are used at these auctions as promotion material. We are prominently displayed for the maximum effect that excites the bidders so much the hammer price of the eunuch lot is driven even higher.

I only found out after my castration that Master Steel is considered to make the best eunuchs. With the reprogramming of a eunuch’s mind and training of it’s two holes to give any sexual pleasure, nobody gets more money for a eunuch than he does. And that makes me so proud that I am one that he chose to keep.

It’s been a few years now, I think, since I began my new life and I am very happy. I enjoy being a slave and love being a eunuch. That is what I am and I’m proud of it. At home we are always naked, but dressed in some leather clothing when taken out in public. In warm weather that’s always as little as will keep me from being arrested.

I long ago lost whatever self-consciousness or embarrassment I once had over being publicly displayed as a slave. I get pleasure when he puts a leash on me to show off as his leather whore. I am proud to be his property and want people to see us and realize that he owns me. I know they are all imagining whatever their worst sexual perversions of me. So I like to give them a thrill.

So that is my life. I can barely recall ever having any other kind of existence. I believe that Master Steel saw in me an inner need to be totally owned by another man with the act of castration permanently sealing that bond.

I should mention Clipper, remember him, the slave who originally procured me in the bar. Well he has become my closest friend of all Master Steel’s eunuchs. Since Clip and I look somewhat alike and are about the same height and build, Master Steel very often puts us into identical leather outfits and takes both out in public on two leashes. We are often tied up together when used for decorations.

Did I mention that since Master Steel decided that me and Clipper were to be his matched pair of slaves, he decided to rename me "Clipper" too? He likes that a lot. Whenever he calls us, he gets two responses from one call. What can that mean?

Anyway, something new happened to Clipper. Without warning, he went away one day and was gone a month. When he got back we all had a big surprise. His penis had been removed. His genital area was totally empty. Well the entire motion of the room froze for a few moments. Then a few smiles broke the ice. A handclap quickly became applause.

So me and him are both one of his matched pair of slaves, but we don’t match anymore. So I guess I might not be done yet. Plus another gelding just this week showed up with this very pornographic tattoo twisting across its body. That’s the first one. I’ve always liked tattoos.

Hmmm.