STEP SIX

The 4^th of July weekend was approaching, and with it, my rendezvous with Tom, my eunuch mentor/master. Interesting, I thought, Thursday is the 1^st of the month, and the first day I actually get to meet Tom in-person... kind of the first day in my new life, I thought to myself.

I arranged to take some time off from work, starting on Wednesday and all the following week, even though I would be returning from Pittsburgh on Monday morning. I thought it best to allow some time to adjust to what Tom had promised to do to/for me. This gave me some time to go to my favorite downtown salon and have Doug give me a total body waxing, a "Brazilian Plus" he called it.

I remember Doug commenting on how my body hair has been coming in finer and more sparsely. He credited his monthly treatments, which may be partially-true. However, I knew that my Androcur treatments accounted for most of the change. Doug especially enjoyed waxing my ass-crack and always commented on my thong's tan lines. Waxing my pubic hair and balls was especially fun for him, and perhaps for me too, despite the sharp pain. He always made sure to rub a healing salve onto my freshly denuded skin and would often rub me until I nearly climaxed, pretending to be as clinical and professional as he could manage. I appreciated this conceit and looked forward to our sessions, which Doug began scheduling late in the day.

This session, much like the last, Doug commented on how soft my cock was. "Must be the pain is finally getting to you," he said. "I thought you enjoyed it, you used to get so hard, and it's easier to wax your cock when its firm. Is there something wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Doug. I do appreciate your professional ministrations, but i just can't get hard any more..." Damn, i can't believe i said that. Now what?... Doug raised one of his cute, narrow eyebrows and paused his work. "I'm on some medication for my prostate that has some side effects."

"Oh dear, that must suck, is it cancer?" he asked.

"No, but my PSAs were elevated and my Doctor wanted to make sure i stayed healthy, so i'm on a new clinical treatment that lowers my risk, but also my cock, apparently."

"That's too bad, Malecheii, I'm sorry to hear it, but I'll do my best anyway.

"Thank you Doug, it's all for the best. Despite my outward appearance, you know i'm a total bottom and don't need my cock to have a good time."

"Yeah, Malecheii. I see that you've really been working on your hole;" he giggled.  When I waxed your ass, the lips were puffy and it doesn't quite close anymore, does it? What have you been putting up there? A traffic pylon?" he said while laughing hard.

"Almost, my gay mentor wants me to have a huge hole and has me doing daily exercises with a special new toy. I now wear my largest butt plug most of the day do keep accidents at bay."

"Have I met him?" Doug asked.

"No, he's just an older friend from out-of-town. Likes to give me pointers on how to be the best gay bottom i can be, i guess."

"Cool, man. Despite my job and outer appearance, I actually prefer the top and love to finger a hot ass; and yours is driving me crazy!" Doug said as he began massaging more salve into my crack. I raised my ass, elevated on a vinyl cushion to allow him easier access and smiled into his dark eyes. He raised his eyebrows when his fourth finger easily entered and looking leaned over to kiss me as his thumb joined them inside my well-stretched hole. Meeting little resistance and only a sigh by me, Doug pressed his entire fist into my warm cavity and began chewing on my lip as he manipulated my shrunken package with his right hand. Hmmm... he's left-handed i recalled. Funny that so many gay men are.

Here i was, in the back-room of a small salon on Wednesday afternoon with a 24 yr old, cute as hell guy shoving his hand up my ass as he massaged what used to be a fully function set of 42 year old equipment. "Have you ever considered getting your tits pierced?" he suddenly asked.

"Funny you should ask," i replied. "i was getting them done this weekend. What made you ask?"

"Well, I like the way your tits protrude from your well-developed chest, kind of a little puffier than normal. I figured you were into tit play and rings can look real good on you; silver rings with that dark tan would be nice" he said as he swirled his tongue-stud inside his mouth. I always liked the large barbell he had at the last third of his tongue. It gave him a cute lisp which added to his somewhat androgynous appearance.

"I was thinking about getting my cock pierced too," i offered as he continued his manipulation of my ass and package. I had a quick-debate in my mind before blurting this out, but reasoned that he will see me next month anyway, so why not get his reaction now?

"Wow, that sounds neat. But i thought you were having trouble due to your medication. My piercing makes me hard all the time as it rubs against my jeans; and i go commando all day just to feel it." He deftly unzipped his fly and an unexpectedly large piece of pierced meat flopped out. I hesitate to write this, because most people tend to wildly exaggerate this size of their "donkey-dicked" self or lover. But he was at least 8" aroused and fairly thick. No lie.

"Is that thing registered with the local Gendarme?" i asked. Doug just smiled and leaned back down to chew on my lips as he stroked himself.

"Since your shit don't work anymore, I thought I'd concentrate on mine," he said, picking-up the pace that he beat himself off. All the while, his arm was moving slowly but incessantly in, and then a little out... a little deeper in, a little out. I was becoming over-heated and flush: "damn, what a time for another hot flash!" i thought as i began sweating heavily.

Doug took this as inspiration and as my ass juices increased, plunged his arm further than i had ever managed my special toy as he spurt a huge trail of white, milky cum across my chest, even managing to spatter some on my lips- which i quickly licked off.

"Whew, girl. You're one hot stud, real HOT despite your little, and I mean real little, problem. I hope you didn't mind the extra service today," he asked as he eased his fist from its prison.

"No, Doug. Although i've been coming here for a year, this has to be the best job you've done. I'm speechless."

"No girl, you've been here for the past year, but this is the first time you've cum!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands and making a funny face at me. "We'll just have to schedule you for more treatments more often," he said as he slapped my ass hard.

"I'd like that, but i'm not made of money."

"Who said anything about money, baby. You trying to make me feel cheap? Just buy me a little dinner and tell me you love me in the morning!"

"But i thought you and Rubin were a number?" i inquired, hopefully.

"His ass is grass, girl. I don't like any man cheating on me so I'm now his lawnmower!" he said as he snapped his fingers three times in a Z pattern. "Oh God, a triple Z snap," i thought. Is he really a top or what? I'm confused, but intrigued at the same time. "Do you have plans this weekend?" he asked. "Other than your little piercing expedition, that is."

"Well, i need to visit a friend in Pittsburgh" i said noting the pout on his expression as i said it. "But i'll be back Monday night and am off all next week." i said as his face noticeably brightened.

"I'm off on Tuesdays and Fridays and my dance card has a few openings now. Can I pencil you in? I'd love to see your new piercings and get to know that sweet ass of yours a little better."

"You got it Doug, where and when?"

"I know you love to swim at the Y at lunchtime. I'll dig-up my high school Speedo and join you Tuesday at noon. Can you get me a pass?"

"Oh, sure; i can bring you as a guest and wouldn't miss it for anything. Were you on the swim team? You've a great swimmer's build."

"Oh yeah, baby. Shaved hunky boys in tight little blue briefs? I had to get through the long school-day somehow," he said as he wiped off my chest and fed me my own cum with his fingers. "Now let's give you a pedicure and manicure so you look good for your trip."

The rest of the afternoon was a blur as Doug worked on my nails and then hair. As i was the last client of the day, he closed the shop and had me remain naked, other than a pink plastic cape. After lightening my hair a little he waxed my brows making my face look more youthful than it has in a few years. He then gave me my first facial and suggested that i add a little liner and mascara to my eyes and a very light rouge to my lips and tits. I objected at first, but he assured me it would be very subtle and would add a little softness to my otherwise manly face. He was right, it was not too overtly noticable and looked pretty good. He then gave me the rouge, mascara and pencil to take home after showing me how to apply it using himself as the model. "Why not, i thought. A eunuch is not really a man, nor a woman. Something in-between seems about right."

After giving me another deep kiss and hug, i left his shop and returned home to prepare for my trip, all the while thinking of this new wrinkle in my life. I've heard that some guys like "fixed" men, but i wasn't prepared to have my fortunes change this dramatically.

I took a fresh box of Androcur and took 50 mg of my medicine. "Well, i guess i don't have to do my exercises tonight" i thought as i gazed at the large latex arm in the corner of the closet. Packing was a snap, as i was told to bring only some toiletries, some swimwear and a pair of blue spandex shorts and soft pink tank-top. I then added my leather thong sandals and a few Speedo thongs, one red and one white with the Speedo logon in black on the back Y. It all fit in a carry-on case which works well with regional jets. After double-checking on my dog sitter, i had quiet night at home chatting with friends on the Eunuch Archive.

My chat was eventually interrupted by an IM- "Malecheii, are you all set for your trip tomorrow? I've made some arrangements that you will enjoy. Tom."

"Yes Sir, i'm ready."

"Excellent. Do not touch yourself from now on. You'll get more than enough action soon enough. Do you have your plug in?"

"Is the Pope Catholic?" i nearly typed, but instead replied "Yes sir."

"Good, you will wear it on the plane."

"Yes sir, i will need to use a jock-strap to keep it in place using the ass straps, is that OK?"

"Yes, but only if you cut a small hole in the front pouch and slide your little boy-balls through. I want you aware of yourself and what you have become."

"Yes, sir i will do as you order."

"You always do, boy. That's why you'll make a great eunuch someday."

"But sir, i am a eunuch now." i quickly typed.

"No, you are not, not yet anyway," came the reply.

"i can't get hard anymore and have lower testosterone than a seven-year old boy." i typed, flushed with perhaps a little anger.

"That may be true, but a READ eunuch does not have any balls. You still do, even if they don't work anymore. We are chemically castrated, not eunuchs."

Crestfallen, i could not argue with the logic. I'm not really a eunuch, yet. Just a temporary or perhaps pretend one- a "poser" some may say. "U are always right, Sir. Please excuse me for questioning U."

"Although I understand, you will need to be disciplined tomorrow, OK?" came his reply after an uncomfortable pause.

"Yes sir... sorry sir."

"Look Malecheii. I don't want to hurt you, but you do lack some discipline. I want you to be the best eunuch you can be. You are in training, remember?"

"Yes, sir. I am trying to learn," i meekly entered, feeling miserable that i had offended Tom.

"And you will learn, you are learning. Being a eunuch sub is your destiny. You are well down the path now."

"Yes sir, i feel that i am being swept down it, more like a river than a path."

"No, Malecheii. A swift river can drown you, you rarely if ever are in control. But you have walked down this path, each and every step on your own," my screen displayed.

"But you have been there, sir. i could not have walked down it without you."

"No, Malecheii. I never met you. I may not even be real, for all you know. You are running down this path towards me and towards what YOU want. I have only been a guide when YOU asked for help."

Of course. How could i be so stupid, i thought. Did not Tom make me continue my treatments without him for a full 30 days? Did he ever threaten me or coerce me to buy Androcur in the first place? No, he's only helped me see who i truly am, who i need to be. Nothing less, nothing more.

"Sir, u are right as always. i chose to walk this path and know where it leads. Being chemically castrated is just another step, but not the destination."

"Yes, Malecheii. You will indeed make a fine eunuch some day. Have a safe flight. Bye."

I sat staring at my monitor, ignoring the second IM from David who wanted to chat some more about my journey. Ah David, it was his Archive stories on the "Grandmaster's Plan" that steeled me for this ordeal. If you have not read them, i encourage you to do so, if you dare. Like the hero in his tale, will i become an androgynous eunuch with little girl titties and shrunken boy-cock? Will i too live to serve another man and nothing more? As Orwell once scribed: is slavery really freedom? Can a man truly be a submissive when he is still intact?

I realized now that the answers to these once-hypothetical questions will soon be made apparent. Tomorrow i will board that flight and meet my guide on this, my life-long journey into submission. But tonight, i rest; contented.

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