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The following morning i prepared for my flight to Pittsburgh. After showering and douching (i just remove the head from my shower massager and insert the tube... i quickly double-checked my small carry-on pack. My blue spandex shorts and pink tank top, a few white very low-cut ankle socks and my red and white Speedo brand thongs. My travel toiletries were also added. Then, as Tom instructed, i cut a small hole in my black jockstrap and squeezed my now-small ball sack through. Afterwards, i inserted my "triple-ripple" (largest) butt plug, which went in all-too easy, and moved the two tight elastic straps into my crack to hold it in place. I felt stuffed but very sexy. Of course, my cock barely stirred in its elastic prison, having lost the ability to have a firm erection nearly six weeks ago. What was i forgetting? i ran through everything in my mind as i pulled on a pair of my tightest low-rise jeans and a bright red pullover that emphasized my developed chest (and developing nipples). As i pulled out my just-opened box of Androcur it occurred to me: my meds! Tom would really be pissed if i forgot to bring my little white pills. After taking 50 mg, i slipped the box into my toiletries kit and carefully zipped everything back up. i was now ready. After donning a very light pair of leather thongs that proudly displayed my fresh pedicure, i loaded the car and after double-checking my dogs (and calling the professional sitter), i departed for the airport. i guess i'm getting used to driving with a huge plug up my ass, i thought as i smiled to myself. Wearing one to the pool most days has really relaxed my hole. i'll be able to keep it in for hours without having to expel it, which will be really handy for my trip. Having my small sack rubbing against the tightness of my jeans was another matter. It made me feel flushed and excited. The fact that i was no longer functional in that area only lead to a higher degree of mental stimulation. i tried to calm myself by listening to some easy-listening music as i climbed the hills toward the airport. Passing through TSA security was a breeze as i had no metal. Initially concerned about the luggage check because of my box of Androcur, my carry-on bag zoomed through the x-ray and i waited to board the regional jet that would whisk me to Pittsburgh in just over an hour. As i waited, i thought about how my life has changed so dramatically since beginning my "treatments." Instead of jacking-off three times each day, i needed to push myself to "exercise" once each evening. Rather than focusing on my cock and balls, my new routine primarily involved my ass. i felt no longer a man, but certainly not a woman, either. i was now occupying a space that some refer to as the "third sex" a sexual eunuch, at the risk of writing an oxymoron. My thoughts were soon disturbed as the flight was called for boarding. i left the small bag at the front of the plane and climbed into a comfortable leather seat. i and settled back and after take-off, fired up my iPod Mini (yeah, the pink one) and shuffled my tunes. We were on the ground before i knew it, perhaps after dozing off as i was a little too excited to sleep well last night, not sure what to expect when i finally met Tom. His remark about having made "all the arrangements" played-over in my mind repeatedly. As i grabbed my bag and walked to up the jet-way to the terminal, a fear washed over me: "what if Tom's not what i expected? What if he's some kind of nutcase out of "Silence of the Lambs" who just wants to torture me and lock me up? or worse?" Sure, now i have these thoughts... it would seem a little late to do much about it, but nevertheless, i dreaded each step as i entered the terminal. i decided to first enter the men's room and relieve myself. Rather than fussing with the jock-strap in public, i entered a stall and decided to sit as a nervous stream of piss shot from my tiny tool. To make sure i was clean, i eased the plug out of my ass and was especially careful to wipe it and my ass well. After reinserting everything, i felt better and decided to press on and meet my fate, whatever it would be. i took the shuttle to the main terminal and followed the signs to Baggage Claim, Ground Transportation and Rental Cars. This is where i agreed to meet Tom, just outside the door nearest the Hertz counter... Passing through the doorway, i looked first to me left and then saw him sitting on a bench to my right. Tom was a few years older than me, reddish brown hair, glasses and a jovial face. Not at all like the written persona i knew (and perhaps feared). He smiled broadly and to my surprise gave me a great bear-hug. "Hello Malecheii, welcome to Pittsburgh! How is my eunuch in-training today? You look good." "F-f-fine, Sir; i managed to stammer. i'm happy to meet you at last." "Come-on boy, I'm glad your carry-on is a book bag. Strap it on and follow me." he said as he wheeled about and passed into the parking garage that dominated the outside of the terminal. i followed in silence having to move quickly to keep up with his brisk pace. Rather than a car, Tom lead me to a beautiful silver motorcycle with a BMW logo on the tank. It's black leather seat glistened in the florescent glow of the overhead lights, a blended smell of gasoline and oil greeted my nostrils. It was an older-looking Bike, but it was a marvel to behold. Tom smiled as he unlocked a black helmet off the rear of the seat and told me to turn around. i was a bit nervous as he strapped the helmet to my head and gave my ass an unexpected hard swat. "Wake-up, Malecheii! I'm talking to you. Have you ever ridden a bike before?" "N-not since i was a teen," i managed to say. "No, despite your masculine appearance, i know you are a bit of a sissy. I didn't think you had at all. Wait until I get on and then saddle-up behind me. Hold onto me tight. If I sway left, you sway left, same for right. Don't make sudden moves and try to keep your hands off my crotch!" he said with a wink. Before i could speak, he kicked an old-fashioned starter and the beast roared with approval. He gunned it a few times with a flick of his wrist and then motioned for me to mount. As i slipped onto the seat, i could feel the unbridled horsepower throb through its frame. Before i realized, we were zooming through the garage and soon out onto the highway. I held on for dear life! Weaving through the mid-day traffic, the road-scape was a near complete blur for me. My best view was the back of Tom's helmet. Eventually, i settled down enough to look from side to side and i was taken near-breathless when i saw the high towers of downtown Pittsburgh, nestled within a mountain valley. The way the sun struck the polished glass of several buildings, it looked like the Emerald City from the "Wizard of Oz." Tom eventually exited the highway and our progress was much slower as he wove through the downtown canyons, past the PPG Building and an old white hotel, which i fondly recall having a four-some in last time i was in this fair city. Boy, a lot has changed since then, i thought. A few more turns and we were in a small part of the city popularized by "Queer as Folk," even though that show is actually filmed in Toronto. Tom pulled into an industrial-looking complex and through a narrow alley leading to a small parking-lot sandwiched between two arms of a gray-brick building. He eased into a narrow spot next to another motorcycle- a Harley, i believe and suddenly everything grew quiet. As the roar of the engine faded in my ears, Tom motioned for me to get off. As i looked around, attempting to get my bearings, i felt Tom fidgeting with my helmet. "Hey man, are you OK?" "Yeah, i'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed is all." Suddenly i felt a sharp pain in my cheek and realized that Tom had slapped me hard. "You are to call me Sir, do you understand? I'll add this to your punishment from questioning me last night. I don't forget, and if you want to learn to serve a man, you better start remembering too!" he said with a flash of anger on his otherwise cherubic face. I was startled by the contrast, but quickly came to my senses. "Yes Sir! Please forgive me Sir." i said looking down at his booted feet. "You'll learn soon enough. I will help you. Come-on, boy." he said as he turned toward the building. I quickly followed him as he entered a large door, using a key-fob and then to a freight-elevator on the far side of a large gloomy hallway. Shadows played about on the battleship gray floor from high windows at least a full story above the door. "This used to be a warehouse, but they turned them into Condos in the 80's. I like the thick, concrete walls. It adds to my privacy." he said with a wry grin that made my stomach fall. Tom closed the elevator by pulling down on a mesh cage and rather than buttons, he grasped a lever and flung it to the left. The elevator shuddered and began climbing with a moan and the creaking of gears. Relieved that it actually made it to its destination, Tom expertly stopped it at what i counted to be the fourth floor. Tom threw the gate up and open and turned to me. "Give me your back-pack" he said. I slid it off my shoulders and turned it over as instructed. "Now take off your clothes and hand them to me... NOW!" he said as he noted my initial hesitation and quizzical look. "That's strike three, you're out! Why don't you just turn around and leave, then? He said as he handed me my bag." Stunned, i didn't know what to do. Had i come this far just to piss Tom off and leave with my tail (and balls) between my legs? "Please forgive me Sir," i said dropping to my knees. "Although i am not worthy of your presence, i need you to help me do better;" i said as i pulled my shirt off my head and kicked my thongs off my feat. I tried to hand each to Tom, but he let them drop at his feet, staring at me with his hands on each hip. I quickly pulled my jeans off and tossed them on the small pile and soon my jock joined them as well. I then kneeled before him in the glare of a dim, naked bulb, naked too save for my plug firmly embedded in my bowels. I shuttered violently and tears welled from my eyes. Tom continued to stare at me saying nothing... "Please, please help me Sir. Please., please..." "Get-up!" he commanded. I quickly did as ordered. "You're lucky you have such a small, and pretty package now- or i would leave you to walk naked through the streets! You look more like an eleven year-old than a man, maybe somebody would have taken pity on you... Pick up your clothes and follow me." I scooped up the few loose garments and my thongs and padded down a high dark hall behind him. We passed two other large doors before he came to a third padlocked one. He released the lock and slid the door to the right. After the gloominess of the hall, i had to blink at the brightly-lit interior. A large loft was revealed that was sparsely furnished with ultra-modern furniture and art. "I like Cubism" said Tom as he pointed toward a few, I assume prints, of Picasso classics. "Close the damn door, born in a barn?" he smiled at me as i immediately turned to do so. i then secured two large dead-bolts before i realized that i had just sealed myself in with no quick exit. i turned to face Tom who tossed my book bag on a glass table and, taking my clothes, he tossed them on top. "Let me see you, stand at attention." Remembering my Army days, i snapped to attention and stared straight ahead. Tom seemed pleased as he slowly looked me over, occasionally kneading my flesh and commenting on my silky-smooth skin and bright-white thong lines highlighting my deep tan. "Bend over." I felt him ease out the plug, and then ram it back in. Thank God i took the time to make sure i was clean, i thought. He came back in-front of me looking into my eyes, he grasped my tits in each hand and pinched the nipples hard. I cringed, but stood still at attention. Tom seemed pleased. "We need to work on these tits, boy. I should have sent you a snake-bite kit. Stay here." I continued to stand at attention, wondering what a snake-bite kit could possibly be. Tom returned a minute or two later and had two plastic bulbs of some sort in his hands. He put one over my left tit and started squeezing it, pumping it several times creating a small vacuum. I felt a sharp pain as my nipple was sucked into it and swelled within its confines. My right tit soon received equal attention. I now found myself standing there with two black bulb-like cylinders attached to my chest as Tom admired his handiwork. "We'll need to get those tits big and juicy before Saturday, it'll make your new jewelry fit better." Tom said before cupping my cock and balls in his large right hand. I felt myself feeling feint, once again, but my cock did not stir at all, even as Tom increased his coarse manipulations. "You are well on the path, Malecheii. This looks even better than I expected. Your treatments have progressed well. When is the last time you came?" "I'm not exactly sure, Sir. At least four, maybe five weeks ago." "But you have been doing your exercises for the prescribed 30 minutes each night?" "Oh yes Sir. Thank you again for your wonderful gift. I would not lie to you." I referred to the large latex arm and fist that Tom surprised me with after my first 30 days of taking Androcur. "No, I guess I can see that now by how easily that huge plug moved in and out of your ass. You look beautiful, Malecheii and soon you will look even better. I really like that small tattoo on your ass. Tell me about it." "Well Sir, it was added by my master when i was in the Army. He wanted to mark my ass as his territory. He has the same tattoo on his right shoulder. It's all i have left to remember him by." I explained. "I'm glad it has such meaning to you. You will like the mark I will have added to your other cheek on Saturday after your piercings are done. It will be a blue open circle with a detached arrow pointing away from its base. Do you know what that signifies?" I tried to picture it, a circle with an arrow pointing away... "it sounds a bit like the international symbol for male." i finally said. "Excellent, Malecheii. Yes, but the arrow will not be attached nor near the top. Rather, it will lie on the horizontal plane at its base, detached. What does that signify?" i had to think for a few minutes, before i replied "a broken man?" Another slap greeted my reddened face. I did not flinch this time. "No, not broken. Perfected! A man without being able to function as a man. A eunuch. Man perfected." Tom then dropped his jeans to the floor and my eyes were immediately drawn to his groin. Although he had a fairly hefty cock with a large PA at the end, there was absolutely NOTHING beneath it anymore! No balls, no sack, nothing. "I thought you were just going to get chemically castrated like, like me..." i stammered. "No, Malecheii. I've decided that would not be good enough. Not for me, anyway. I wanted to be a "real" Eunuch, not a pretend one. This is where my path brought me, and where yours is headed, I suspect. "i, i don't know, Sir. i don't think i am ready for that step, not now, anyway." i breathlessly replied. "That's OK, Malecheii. When you are ready to take that step, i will be there for you, if you want. Until then, you have a lot of training to finish. I want you to be the best eunuch sub that you can be. If at the end of your training, you want to finish your treatments, then we will take you to see Dr. Kimmel." he said with a far-off look on his face. "KNEEL!" I immediately dropped to my knees. He took something from out of his jacket pocket and as his soft tube invaded my lips, i felt the snap of a leather collar around my neck. As i sucked in and out, i studied his shaved pelvis and noted some purple scars where stitches must have recently been removed. I wondered if this was to also to be my destination at the end of my winding path. I tried not to think of anything else as i sucked, content to be where i am here and now. I tried not to think what punishments and training awaited, but i knew there was no running away. My path has lead me to submission. To be continued... Malecheii |