At 9:30 one pleasant Friday night in late spring, Josh decided to go for a walk off campus. He just strolled along casually without paying much attention to where he was going or how much time was passing. Having such a good time and lost in thought, he was quite a way out into the countryside before realizing it was 11:00 and he ought to head back. Shortly after turning back to town, a pickup truck passed him, but then came to a screeching halt. He took a few more steps forward, but stopped as the truck went into reverse and came back toward him. He thought for a moment that it might be someone from campus who recognized him and was going to offer him a ride back.

But when the guy on the passenger side jumped out, it was clear he was no college student. He was probably close to thirty. Before Josh could react, the guy pushed him into the truck and the driver made a u-turn and sped off. The guy to his right told him to sit still and be quiet. Josh felt a handgun pointed at his side, so he did as ordered. The driver, who also seemed about thirty, never said a word. Josh thought they must intend to rob him; the laugh would be on them because he had no money. But as time went by and they got further and further into farm country and away from town and the campus, he began to worry that it was a kidnapping. But who would kidnap a college freshman? Nothing made sense as he tried to reason it out.

He finally ventured an attempt to get information and asked, “Is this about money?” He felt the gun pushed a little harder into his side so Josh said, “Okay, okay. I’ll be quiet.” After several minutes of silence, the driver said, “No, it’s not about money.” Josh hoped for more but that was all he got.

But at 12:22 a.m. (Josh checked his watch and noted the exact minute), the driver pulled off the road and headed down a gravel road marked by one of those rural mail boxes. Josh saw they were approaching an old farmhouse. When they arrived, the guy to his right stepped out and pulled Josh out with him. The driver pulled away and parked the truck in the barn before returning. He said, “Let’s get inside,” and led the way. The other guy waved the gun, signaling Josh to follow, and he did, with that guy behind him.

When they got inside, “Driver” (the only way Josh knew him at this point) said “Let’s see what we have here,” and turned on some lights. When he did, he smiled and said, “Wow, we really scored tonight.” “Gun Guy,” Josh’s temporary name for the other guy, smiled and nodded in agreement. “Driver” finally spoke to Josh, “I’m Max. What’s your name, boy?”

“Joshua, but I go by Josh,” was his answer. He then ventured a question – “If this isn’t about money, why am I here?”

Max’s answer was mysterious, “Well, that’s a long story. But in a nutshell, it’s about you.” Josh was left wondering in silence what that meant. Max was a master at psychological manipulation and used his skills expertly with this boy.

“Tell you what,” Max said, “just take those clothes off. I want a good look at you.” When Josh hesitated, puzzled, Max repeated firmly, “Joshua, I told you to take your clothes off. Do it now.”

Josh stripped as ordered; he realized there was no escape from these guys and he needed to go along with them to survive. First shoes and socks, then pants, then shirt and t-shirt, and, finally, he lowered his briefs and stepped out of them and stood, blushing beet red. Max chuckled at the scene and restated, “I really had no idea how well we scored tonight.”

Josh tried to negotiate, “Look, I have money back at the campus. I just need to get to it.”

That made Max laugh briefly. “I told you it’s not about money. It’s about you.” Max watched for the boy to have his “aha” moment.

It all began to slowly crystallize in Josh’s mind. He finally understood these guys wanted him for sex. But he’d never had sex with anyone, female or male. He was clueless what they expected him to do. Of course, they didn’t expect him to do anything; they would be doing everything to Josh.

When Max recognized that Josh had figured it out, he said, “Now you understand. It took you long enough, for a college kid. Okay, Joshua, now the three of us are going upstairs. We’re gonna spend tonight together and see how much fun we have. Tomorrow, I’ll decide what to do next.” All three went up the stairs into the master bedroom – Max followed by Josh, then “Gun Guy” (Josh still didn’t know his name) trailing.

“Gun Guy” signaled Josh to get onto the queen-size bed, and Josh complied as the two of them stripped. In a minute or two, Max and “Gun Guy” were on each side of him and getting him ready for three-way sex. They first got him into position on his hands and knees, with “Gun Guy” in front and Max behind. Max squirted some lube onto his fingers and put them against Josh’s hole, massaging the hole momentarily before slipping a finger into him, followed quickly by second finger. Josh moaned in pleasure as Max’s fingers found and massaged his prostate. Max whispered, “That feels good, doesn’t it, Joshua?” Josh sighed and simply said, “Yes.”

Max warned, “Now this next is gonna hurt for a little while, but then the pain’ll go away and then it’ll feel great. Once it stops hurting, I want you to take Georgie’s dick in your mouth and start sucking it so he feels good, too.” Josh nodded in agreement and Max quickly lubed his cock and started slowly pushing it in as he held both of Josh’s hips tightly. He was surprised that the boy again just moaned in pleasure and wondered for a moment if maybe this kid wasn’t a virgin. But his ass was too tight for that to be the case, and Max realized he’d found “a natural.” This was beyond his wildest dreams and had never happened before. Max started pumping in and out … in and out … in and out.

Once Max was having his way with the boy’s ass, George began Josh’s blow-job training saying, “Okay, now focus on this, Max’ll take care of your ass.” He slowly and gently slid his hardened cock into Josh’s mouth. Josh turned out to be a natural at this as well, never scraping teeth or gagging even as he was deep-throated. And when George came at the same moment Max was shooting his load up the boy’s ass, Josh swallowed every bit of cum shooting down his throat. All three collapsed onto the bed … for a little while. In fifteen minutes, the three were back at it in the same position (Max always preferred fucking and George liked getting blow jobs). They fucked like that over and over until just before dawn.

When the sun came up Max rousted his young and still-dozing victim, “Hey, sleepy-head, wake up – we’ve got plenty to do today and I have decisions to make.” Still-foggy Josh needed time to come to his senses. When he did and remembered last night, he blushed all over, making Max chuckle and George smile.

“Listen, Joshua,” Max said, “You’ve now started a whole new life, so you better stop blushing. You’re here to stay, so you’re gonna have to get used to us and what we want with you.” George grinned, but said nothing. Max continued, “You’re clearly a natural bottom, whether you realize it or not. I’m going to help you fully integrate that into your psyche. Once I’m done, you’ll understand why you’re staying with us.”

With that, Max and George led still-naked Josh downstairs. He was kept naked while George fixed breakfast for the three of them; Max sat stroking Josh’s thigh. Of course, Josh got hard and Max smiled, whispering, “We’re gonna have to stop that today, Joshua. I don’t want you ever getting hard again. That’s not natural for a bottom.”

Josh was again puzzled but would find out soon enough what Max meant. Once they’d finished eating, Max led Josh to the basement, George as always following. There was a table in the cellar that he ordered Josh onto and he quickly strapped the boy onto it so he was spread-eagle. Max had all the other necessities to accomplish his plan. He put on a pair of surgical gloves and shaved Josh’s scrotum. Then he applied Betadyne at each side of the boy’s scrotum where he would make incisions. He sprayed a local anesthetic where the Betadyne was and went to work, making scrotal incisions as close as possible to each thigh. Max had learned that made them pretty much invisible once they healed. Max nudged each testicle out, cut and cauterized the cords that he carefully and gently replaced into the scrotum, sutured the two incisions shut, applied antibiotic ointment to the incisions and bandaged them. Josh never felt any pain while being castrated. Max gave George the testicles to take out to the compost pile.

Twice daily for the next thirteen days, Max checked the incisions for signs of infection – there were never any – and cleaned them, applied new antibiotic ointment, and replaced the bandages. On the two-week anniversary of Josh’s neutering, Max removed the stitches and said, “Joshua, that’s one fine job I did, I think; I hope you think so, too.” Josh studied his scrotum and nodded. He accepted that he couldn’t go back and that his life had taken a new path, one he’d never foreseen but would now have to move forward on.