But when they were far from the trail and reached a clearing, the guy told them to stop and take off their shoes and socks. Once they’d done so he said, “Now the shirts.” Jim asked, “What the hell?” and the guy firmly repeated his order, “I said ‘Now the shirts’ and I meant it.” They didn’t want him further agitated so they again did as ordered. Last, the guy told them to drop their shorts and underwear. Now the boys knew they were in serious trouble, but again did as ordered in hopes of surviving.

He said, “If either of you doesn’t immediately do absolutely everything I tell you to, this will be the end of the line for both of you.” From his voice and the way he held the knife, it was quite clear he meant every word and would kill them both if either of them disobeyed or even hesitated. Then he added, “And when I say to do something you’re to answer, ‘Yes, sir.’ Now you,” and he pointed at Randy, “lie down on your back and spread your legs as far as you can.” Randy said, “Yes, sir” and did as he’d been ordered.

He then instructed Jim to get onto his knees and hold Randy down by his shoulders. Jim also said, “Yes, sir” as he complied, both of them wondering and fearful of what was about to happen. It wasn’t long before they found out. The guy knelt between Randy’s legs and used the knife to make a cut along the middle of Randy’s scrotum. He nudged the boy’s left testicle out and then did the same with the right one. He used the knife to cut the cords then pulled an extra large Band-Aid from a pocket and used it to cover the cut. When he was done, he said to Jim, “Now it’s your turn. Both of you switch positions.” “Yes, sir,” they simultaneously replied.

Randy now held Jim’s shoulders to the ground as the guy repeated his procedure. Once he was done with the second castration, he told them to both get up and put their shorts and shoes back on, but told them to carry their shirts. He apparently wanted to admire their bodies as they walked along in front of him. Randy whispered, “How can we go home like this?”

The guy sternly answered with a different question, “Who said anything about you ‘going home’? Now be quiet and keep walking.” “Yes, sir,” both replied.

Soon the three left the woods behind and walked in silence for several miles. They came to a car parked on a gravel road and he ordered them both into the back seat. Once again they said, “Yes, sir,” and did as told.

The guy got behind the wheel and pulled away. He drove for about an hour and a half, turning so often the boys no longer had any idea where they were. Finally he pulled onto a gravel road that turned out to be the driveway to his farmhouse. When he came to a stop, both boys tried to open the doors, but they had those “kid locks” set, in case either or both tried to escape (though neither had since both were resigned to whatever fate was now in store), and they had to wait for the guy to let them out.

He led them upstairs to the bedroom and said, “This is where we’ll be sleeping. But don’t worry; the fucking won’t start until the wounds are completely healed. That should be about two weeks, give or take a day or two. In the meantime, you’ll get plenty of experience sucking me off. You’ll also be doing chores in the house and taking care of the cows and the chickens. You’re replacing two guys who tried to leave. They’re both now servicing guys in a male brothel in Nevada. Don’t make the same mistake.”

“No, sir, we won’t,” was each boy’s reply. They were quickly adapting their new status and roles. Both accepted that escape was impossible and resistance would only mean trouble.

“My name’s George,” the guy told them. “What are yours?”

“I’m Randy and he’s Jim, sir.” George smiled at that; this one was a quick learner. He might even be a natural sub, which would make things a lot easier.

“Now tell me about both of you,” George said.

This time it was Jim who spoke up. “We’re both nineteen and were roommates in one of the dorms at the college.” George mentally noted the past tense as Jim continued, “We’re both from Kansas but wanted to get away so we picked an out-of-state school to go to.”

“Is either of you gay?”

“No, sir, neither of us is,” was Randy’s quick answer.

“Too bad, that might’ve made things easier. On the other hand, the two that tried to run away were, so I guess that’s no indicator of whether you’ll work out. But I promise you,” and his voice got very hard, “if you don’t work out you’ll end up in the same place they did.” George’s tone softened again when he spoke again, “Both you get into bed in the 69 position and suck each other off. I can tell if you try to fake it, and I want both of you to swallow all the cum; don’t waste any of it.”

This was the first time Randy had ever heard of a “69” but Jim knew what that was and guided him to the proper position after a prompt, “Yes, sir.” George pulled a video camera from the top dresser drawer and filmed them in the act of giving each other their first blow jobs. But there was no faking and each swallowed every bit of cum pumped down his throat. They’d both gotten hard quickly, making George suspect they were gay but never realized it, and had their orgasms simultaneously after only ten minutes. . He thought they did quite well for their first time, though there was clearly room for improvement. He’d use the video to improve their techniques so they’d both be perfect for giving him blow jobs in just a few days. For now, he let them rest after they were done, leaving them there and going downstairs after saying they should come down in half an hour. Both quickly said, “Yes, sir,” and George knew he had them under control and they’d undoubtedly work out just fine.

They came down, both still naked because he hadn’t said anything about getting dressed. George was in the living room watching the video for the third time when they came down. He told them to sit on the floor and restarted the video. He pointed out the several times each of them gagged or caused the other to wince in pain as teeth scraped the cocks in their mouths. He described how they could avoid both. Then he told them to do it again right there on the floor, and they started after their now-habitual, “Yes, sir.” This time, neither gagged, neither grimaced as teeth scraped their dicks, and both again swallowed everything that entered their mouths. It took Randy fifteen and Jim twenty minutes this time, and George realized their testosterone was already diminishing as a result of being castrated. By the time he first fucked Randy & Jim, there would be no messy sheets because neither would be capable of an orgasm, regardless of how massaged their prostates would be in the process.

After they had a brief rest, he told them to go upstairs and get socks & shoes and shorts on so he could show them their assigned tasks in the henhouse and barn, and both again simultaneously said, “Yes, sir.”. When they came back all three headed outside, George leading. He took them to the henhouse first and talked about feeding the chickens and collecting eggs. He said Jim would be responsible for that. Then they went to the barn and he told Randy he was now responsible bringing feed and hay to the cows and for shoveling the manure that collected there. At one spot, Randy slipped and landed in a pile of cow shit. He was horrified momentarily but when Jim laughed at his misfortune George knocked him into the same pile and it was Randy’s chance to laugh. Quickly, all three were laughing together at the sight. They went to an outdoor shower by the barn George installed for this exact situation and both boys rinsed themselves and their shorts off. George kept towels in a footlocker and they toweled off and returned with him to the house. It was getting to be dinner time, and George said he’d fix dinner tonight but the boys would be responsible for cooking all meals starting in the morning.

They ate together as if they were a family from then on. This dinner was steak, baked potato, and green beans, with ice cream for dessert. The boys separately (they didn’t have a chance to discuss anything privately) decided this might not be such a bad life after all. That, of course, was George’s intent from the beginning. The last pair apparently was an anomaly. So George, Jim, and Randy settled into their new life; the boys completed their assigned chores each morning and afternoon, cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner each day, and spent the evening watching TV, occasionally porn that he rented over the internet, with George. Then they went to bed.

Each night until the boys’ scrotal sacs were healed, George only made Randy and Jim suck him off (he found he preferred Jim but Randy was a very close second). But finally the day came that George had anticipated for twelve nights. The two cuts were completely scarred with no complications. Both had stopped having orgasms by the seventh day and couldn’t even get hard by the tenth. They were ready and George was really, really, really ready.

George thought it might be fun if all three showered together that night before going to bed. He lathered each of the boys and especially enjoyed washing their empty scrota. From the reactions, they enjoyed showering with him as well. George toweled off the boys; then both of them dried him off. They then went to bed and George had both get on their hands and knees side-by-side on the bed. He got some lubricant from the dresser and reassured them he’d be gentle and go slow.

He first lubed his right index finger and inserted it into Randy’s rectum, slowly moving it in and out. Randy sighed and George slipped the second finger in as well, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the boy. He spent several minutes sliding the two fingers in and out and then added his ring finger for several more. When he was confident Randy’s rectum was adequately stretched, he withdrew his fingers, lubricated his cock, and pushed its head against the boy’s hole. Randy’s body acted like an electric charge had been sent through it when George pushed in. But after just a few thrusts in and out, the boy had relaxed and was taking the intrusion remarkably well for a virgin. George had gotten so horny after the long wait that he came amazingly quickly and immediately turned his attention to Jim. He repeated the same approach and got the same result. He knew now this was going to work out just fine until he got bored with these two and “traded them in for a newer model.” That would happen eventually, he knew, but for now he was pleased and looked forward to whatever time he had with his two newest eunuchs.