I suddenly feel very vulnerable.

I hear a door open, and several footsteps approach me. “What have we here?” I hear a stern voice comment. “We caught him outside the castle over the hill, he was riding a stallion through the woods, we think he’s one of the other Queen’s slaves.”

“Interesting,” I hear the commanding voice respond, “perhaps we should teach her a lesson on not letting her slaves run free.” I feel a sensation on my belly, I recognize the feeling of a riding crop pressing onto my bound body. “Get the vet!” I hear him order. The riding crop explores my helpless form, tracing up my belly to my chest, and then down my sides until it rests at the base of the top of my cock.

I hear another set of heels enter the room, and I sense a new being hovering over me. I feel a set of hands rest on me, feminine but powerful on my thighs, spreading them apart, one hand travels up and cups my ball sac, exploring, rolling them softly in their hands. The other hand cradles my flaccid cock, pulling and tugging at it, inspecting the tip, the ridge of soft skin along my shaft. “He’s a nice specimen, most likely a fuck slave,” the female voice reports. “He was probably the Queen’s personal fuck toy.”

The commanding male voice gives his orders, “That’s what I thought, I want him castrated, and we’ll send him back useless to her.”

I feel a burst of sweat flood my body, fear sets in, I fight against the binds with no use. No time is wasted, I feel my balls being held, tugged, and a sharp prick makes me jump as I feel a hypodermic needle enter the soft skin of my scrotum. “This will eliminate the pain,” the veterinarian explains to the man. I feel a flush go over me, and soon I feel relaxed in an unnatural way. I feel more tugging on my balls as the vet explores my bound body, her hands delicately twist and pinch my testicles as she measures up what’s in store.

And I see a flash of steel, a scalpel is laid on my belly. The veterinarian pinches the soft skin to the side of my ball sac, she picks up the scalpel, and I feel a very strange sensation as the blade goes through the skin. I’m at a very strange ease as the painkillers control my body.

And I feel a tug as the scalpel severs the cords to my left testicle within the scrotum, and within a minute I feel my right tescticle’s cords being cut the same way. A little more tugging and pinching, and soon I see the woman lift her hands up ... holding my two testicles in the palm of her hand. “Done!” she says with satisfaction. The testicles are placed on a stainless steel tray, and I feel another sensation within my scrotum as she inserts something into me. “Soft rubber fake testicles,” she explains to the watching man, so that he’ll appear to be ‘whole’ on the outside, but I promise you his cock will never respond again.” I see a needle flash across my periphery as the veterinarian sticches up the two tiny slits she’s made in my manhood.

“Keep him calm, and in a few days you can release him back into the wild to be taken back into his castle. But he’ll be useless to the Queen, I assure you that.”