How I Became a Eunuch Slave

It has been a year since I made the ultimate sacrifice to my

master and mistress and became a eunuch slave. As I look back now, I have no regrets and I enjoy my current situation. I have a loving master and mistress. They treat me well, provide for

all my needs, and in return I supply them with various forms of pleasure on demand.

It was never my intention to become a submissive eunuch. It was not as if I had sat down one day and said to myself, "I think the ultimate position in life would be servitude to my two best friends as their devoted slave. . . ." I actually had other

life goals. I completed one, which was to finish my college education. Most of the others were things like finding stable

employment, marriage, buying a house, getting a dog, making 2.3 kids. Basically, my goal was to live the American dream.

This has led many people to ask me, "Why did you give your dreams up?" I really have no definitive answer to that question. Perhaps the best way to describe it would be to take you

back to where it all began, my last two years of college.

I was a student at Shelton State University. I was your typical college student, young, ambitious, full of life, and most of all, talented. This is not to say that I did not have any trials

and tribulations while I attended Shelton, I was known to get into

trouble periodically. Most often I got into this trouble with my best friend and Pi Epsilon Gamma (PEG's) fraternity brother James Bainbridge.

James was and still is an incredibly nice fellow. He and I

shared a room in the PEG house on the Shelton campus. We would go out and hunt down booze for the frat parties, run gambling schemes, and in general used the frat house for things not generally considered appropriate by the campus police. It was these activities that brought heat upon us not only from the police, but from our fraternity brothers as well. The brothers were a bit upset that we kept getting into trouble and bringing in scrutiny from the police upon the house, but we always reminded them that the benefits that came from our activities benefitted the house as a whole. After all, we always had plenty of booze for the parties, and our gaming schemes were the best to be found in any of the Greek houses on campus. Not to mention that the unending supply of

things that we were not supposed to have brought chicks into our housein droves.

James and I organized the rush week '89 party in our Junior year. We had plenty of women around, plenty of games, and of course free flowing keg's. The only thing that was ruining the gig was the seemingly endless supply of geeks at this party, who were so

disillusioned as to think they even had a chance of getting into the

most popular fraternity on campus. Hell, this was rush week, so I guess that was to be expected.

It was nearing 2 AM and the raging party of rush week '89 was

winding down so James and I headed upstairs to retire for the evening. I stripped down and went to my bed, and James followed shortly after in his bed. We both always slept in the nude, but we never had any sexual thoughts about it. It just felt more comfortable sleeping that way. We were both fairly tired and

fell asleep quickly.

At about 4:30 AM I awoke to what I hoped was an awesome model

giving me head. It was not unusual for James or myself to have our girlfriends come over after we had gone to bed, and to be woken up by the other having sex with them. I kept my eyes closed to take in the whole experience of what I felt was happening. I had visions of hot sex with some blonde bombshell who really enjoyed giving me what all men truly want. I was moaning, my hips began to undulate in rhythm to what I was seeing in my mind. I felt intense pleasure moving over my entire body as I began to say through my moans of pleasure that I was ready to cum. This did not stop the person that was giving me what I felt was the most ultimate blow job I had ever received in my life. The pleasure was beginning to center itself around my cock and shortly afterwards I came in the throat of whoever it was that was giving me this wonderful blow job.

Then I was startled back to reality by a familiar voice. I

jumped up and the person talking to me with a big smile on their face was James. James said, "I hope you are not too startled by what I just did for you."

I said, "Of course I am! I never knew you were that kind of guy! I never would have thought you would have given me head!"

"Well, I thought I should finally come out to you Eric. I have wanted to let you know that I am Bi-sexual for quite some time, and that blow job you just experienced is something I've wanted to do to you from the time I first laid eyes on you."

"Does Jennifer know you are Bi?", I asked.

"Yes, and she has been telling me that I needed to tell you as well for quite some time. Does this mean that you and I

cannot be friends any longer?", he said.

"No, quite the opposite. As a matter of fact there is something I've been meaning to tell you, but I think I'll just show you." With that I leaned over and took his soft cock into my mouth and returned the favor. This is how James found out I was

also Bi.

I broke up with my girlfriend about a week after James and I had our first encounter. Beth and I had been arguing for quite sometime, and we finally came to the mutual conclusion that it would be best to part ways. This left me without a nighttime intruder to give me pleasure. This depressed me somewhat, as I had always thought Beth and I had a good sex life. It was even more unsettling when James and Jennifer were in the next bed making love.

I was in this blue mood for about two months, and one night at

about 1 AM, James and Jennifer were getting it on when I heard Jennifer say, "Poor Eric. He doesn't have a girlfriend."

Then I heard her get out of the bed and small footsteps moving across the floor. Then the biggest shock to hit me since James had given me that blow job two months earlier. Jennifer removed my sheets and straddled me. My cock immediately sprang to attention and she took hold of it and placed it inside her warm, moist cunt. Jennifer was riding me like she couldn't get enough. My hips began to move in synchronicity with her movements.

About ten minutes later, James came over to the bed and said to

me, "Hey pal, she's my girlfriend! If you're gonna fuck her, you have to share!" With that he was in my bed. Jennifer removed herself from my rod, and it was a good thing, I was nearing my orgasm. We moved into position for a circle-suck. I was working on Jennifer with my mouth, she took James in hers, and James put me in his. As I worked on Jennifer, she was moaning like I had never heard her moan before (remember, James and I had our girlfriends over periodically as the other was trying to sleep), and she had her orgasm. James and I were not so quick to reach ours, so

Jennifer rolled off to the side, spent and waited for James and I to

finish each other.

James leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Hey lover, " he had

never called me that before, "Would you like to try something new?"

I was nervous and shaking, but I said, "Sure." What was there to lose? I had already performed oral sex on him and he on me, but I was curious as to what he had in mind.

He positioned me on the bed with my legs spread open, he then

rubbed the pre-cum which was at the end of his dick on my hole. He then asked, "Are you ready?" I nodded and he slowly entered me. This was a new and different sensation for me. I always knew I was Bi, but I had never let a guy screw me in the ass before. There was a bit of pain at first, but he told me to relax. As a relaxed I felt his rod probing me. This was a pleasurable sensation, and he obviously had some experience doing this. He worked on me for about 20 minutes then I felt an orgasm begin to well up inside me. He sensed this and he accelerated his thrusting into my ass. We

came together and for the first time I felt a man pump his load into

my body.

Two years later, after James, Jennifer, and I graduated from

Shelton we decided to move into a house together. We rented a modest two bedroom house, it was on a nice quiet street in the town of Blue Lake. The house had the two bedrooms, a well placed kitchen that overlooked the backyard, a full basement, and a detached garage with an attic in the backyard.

Before we all moved to Blue Lake we had made a somewhat binding

agreement with each other. This agreement was that once we moved into our new home, we were going to have a competition to see who could become employed utilizing their degree the most. Whoever came in last was to become the housekeeper and stay at home errand

person for one year. We all agreed to the terms and a contract of sorts was drawn up and signed by all of us. I knew that I was most likely going to be the who would end up as the houseperson, as I had a degree in Political Science and Blue Lake was a rural town.

James had a degree in Forest management, and Jennifer had received her degree in health sciences.

It turns out that my suspicions were correct. The only thing

that was really available to me where I would be able to utilize my degree would have been on the Town Council as a councilman. I did not really have a good chance at winning a seat on the council because Blue Lake is in a state that really hates people from LA. So I had about as good a chance of winning the seat as there was that I would be hit by a flying saucer from Mars. James found a position with the local branch of the forest service, and Jennifer found work as a Junior Administrator at the local hospital.

I began to enjoy my role as an errand boy. It was nice to have

all my expenses and needs taken care of by others. I merely had to do the shopping, pick up Jennifer's clothes from the dry cleaners, cook the meals, and keep the house up. Basically I became a houseman.

I never did find another girlfriend after Beth. Perhaps I had

placed her too high upon a pedestal, and felt that I would never find another to love. Although, I would assume that since James, Jennifer, and I had a continuing Menage-et-tois going from that

first encounter in the frat house two years earlier, I never got around to finding another girl. This arrangement worked out

well as James and I were both Bi-sexual, and Jennifer liked having the attention and affection from two men.

We kept our circle going for the next three years. Sometimes I

would fuck Jennifer, other times James would, once in a while James and I fucked each other. It was basically a free love house we lived in. We were all under the unwritten policy of sex with whoever we wanted in the house, but never outside. This policy even continued after James and Jennifer got married. I retained my position as houseman, although I always thought it was odd that the

happy couple never insisted that I look for work outside the house.

After their marriage, we began to explore other aspects of our

sexuality. We began with light bondage games. We would loosely tie each other to the bed, the table, or whatever was close by where we were doing things. We got into light spanking and some experimentation with cock and ball torture. All in all I found these activities to be very stimulating, and wanted to go into them further.

The three of began to put together a small dungeon down in the

basement. We had racks, whips, chains, collars and many other bondage implements. We even installed a table for fisting, an activity that was saved mostly for when James and I were in the dungeon playing alone. I usually played the submissive in our games and this seemed to please James and Jennifer immensely. They liked having control over me and it was evident just by the way they never actually had me explore working outside the house, but let me do the mundane tasks that they did not like to do.

Eventually I was presented with a contract. James and Jennifer

had rented the house in their names when our first lease expired. They said this contract was basically a document that said I could live with them as long as I continued in my role as houseman. I was free to leave now, but if I signed the contract I would be obligated to stay with them in my current role for one year.

I signed the contract. You would think that I would have read

the thing before I signed it, after all I am a college graduate, but I trusted James and Jennifer. I would later find out that they

had been planning this contract for the last five years, from the very moment that we had engaged in that first circle-suck.

I later found out that the contract stated I was to be in their

service for perpetuity. I was to become their slave and that I was obligated to do essentially whatever they wanted me to. They could perform modifications upon me (at the time I thought perhaps this would mean piercing my nipples and penis and getting tattoos), and I was not to leave the house except to run the errands or other tasks that they gave to me. When in the house I was to remain nude at all times, even when they had guests over. In exchange all my needs would be taken care of.

The first thing that they did to me under the contract was to

take me into the bathroom and remove all of my body hair. This means everything, underarms, legs, arms and pubic hair. They let me keep my hair up top, but insisted that I keep it cut short. This was rather humiliating to me as I was a bit on the hairy side, but I suppose I'll get accustomed to it.

About three weeks later, we took a trip to Seattle. While there they took me to a piercing parlor and had my nipples pierced and I received a prince's wand. They also had a partial subincision performed on my penis. It basically just split the bottom of the head of my penis, but it sure made the wand visible when it was retracted. They also took me to a tattoo parlor when they had, "Property of James and Jennifer Bainbridge" tattooed on my right buttock.

This all happened in the summer of 1994, and it was the most

humiliating summer of my life. Not even the summer that I spent at camp and was ridiculed because I was a late bloomer was this bad. As fall set in I began to get over my humiliation and was starting to enjoy my role as a slave of Master James and Mistress Jennifer. This is how I have to address them now, but it does not bother me as I love them so much.

For the next 9 months I was forced to perform sexual acts upon

Master and Mistress and their friends. I was actually starting to gain my pleasure from giving pleasure to others. I was forced to spend my nights in the dungeon in a rather large cage. This started just after I became a slave. Master and Mistress also bought a weight set, and placed it in the attic in the garage and

made me use it almost everyday. I began to fill out and tone and was in better shape than I had ever been in my whole life.

Master made me sit in a special chair and wear a weight attached to my balls. He said mistress wanted her slave to have low hangers. Little did I know that this was an exercise to put

a little better material down there for them to work with later.

In February 1995, Master and Mistress decided to have a baby. I was not used that much anymore, because they did not want my semen to impregnate Mistress. Something about if the baby looked anything like me their parents would not be pleased and would discover their little secret. I kept working out and I was beginning to look like quite the stud, Master had kept making me wear the weight on my balls and I was stretching pretty good now.

Then one day Master and Mistress entered the dungeon with about a half dozen of their friends. They were getting ready for one of their parties that I was always required to perform

sexual acts upon their friends. They were all impressed with my low

hangers, and were eager to put them to use.

After I was done performing oral sex on their male friends, one

of which was a doctor, I was in for a surprise. Master kneeled down on the floor and told me to take him from behind. This was a special treat for me, as I was rarely allowed to assume the top position in a sexual act. I entered my Master and rode him for all I was worth. My balls were swinging back and forth and I was ramming my cock into Master's ass with all my strength. I wanted to give him the ultimate orgasm and was doing my best to ride him and give him the stimulation he need on his prostate to make his fireworks happen. We were locked together for about 10 minutes then I heard Master grunting and yelling, "I'm cumming!!" and with that I let loose the most intense orgasm I had experienced my entire life. I must have come a gallon into my Master's hot hole.

Master left a fairly good size puddle on the floor himself, and he

made me clean it up with my tongue.

I was then led to the rack that was on the wall. It was an x

shaped structure. I was cuffed by my wrists then by my ankles. I was also tied down around my waist, which was unusual. Mistress then announced it was time for anyone that wanted to torture my genitals to do so. I began to experience the most intense pain that I had ever undergone. One by one everyone came up and kicked my balls, squeezed them HARD, bit them, and one even pushed a needle though one of them. This was searing pain and I was in so much agony that I nearly passed out.

Master then announced to the group, "As you know, Jennifer and I have been trying to have a baby. She does however miss the attention from her slave. Tonight we are going to fix that for her. We do not allow Eric (this is the first time I have heard my name since I signed the contract) to have vaginal intercourse with Jennifer because he might impregnate her. Tonight we are making sure that he will never be able to impregnate her, or any woman..."

I was hoping that all they were going to do was give me a

vasectomy. Mistress approached me and kissed me, then she began to caress me in a loving manner. I had never felt so owned or so deeply loved. I never felt this loved even by my ex-girlfriend Beth, who I had every intention of marrying at one time. She then whispered in my ear, "Are you ready Eric?" I didn't even question what she was going to do, but I was feeling so loved and cared for at that moment, that it wouldn't matter if she killed me right then. She whispered again, "Eric, do you want me to leave your sac in place or do you want me to remove it with your balls?" This was

the first time I really knew that they were going to castrate me.

I whispered back, "Take my balls and my sac, I love you

Mistress."

I was then blindfolded. After one or two minutes of anticipation, I felt a sharp pain in my groin. Blood began to run down my legs. My blindfold was removed, I was in intense pain.

Mistress held up before my eyes what had been attached to me for 25

years. As the doctor began to sew up my wound, I was kissed by Mistress and then by Master. I was given a shot of pain killer in my groin and the pain subsided a bit. I then took a longer look at my severed testicles and scrotum. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I was then, and forever would be, a eunuch.

That was one year ago. I have been given this opportunity by my Master and Mistress to write this tale of how I became a eunuch slave. After my castration, mistress had my balls fabricated into a pair of earrings. She wears them at their parties now and is always eager to point out where they came from. Her guests love to touch the underside of my cock and feel where my balls and scrotum used to be. I never realized that night in the PEG house at Shelton

that my initial night of lust with James and Jennifer would result in my becoming their eunuch slave.

You know something? I probably would have done it willingly if they had asked.