He planned both urban and rural riding, mostly the latter. That was a mistake that ended his dreams. He was in his fourth week of training and way out in the country one morning when he crashed. Mike never figured out how it happened. He just knew he suddenly lost control and ended up in a ditch with what he suspected was at least one cracked rib to go with the abrasions and contusions that normally come with a bike crash. His bike was hurt worse.

Fortunately, or so Mike thought, a pickup truck with two guys pulled up to help almost immediately. One guy hoisted the bike into the back. One guy told him to get into the cab between them, which he did, and the stage was set. The driver said he was Barry and the other guy was Gene. Mike asked where they were headed and Barry said, “We’re taking you to the farm first so we can fix you. We’ll get you and your bike back to town later. Relax, dude.” He did relax; they seemed like nice enough guys and had stopped to help, after all.

It took longer to get to the farm than it would’ve to get him back to town, but Mike figured maybe there was something they needed to do there before taking him back. And they’d mentioned fixing him at their farm. He later wished he hadn’t misunderstood what that meant. But they finally arrived and Gene got out first. He gently helped Mike out of the truck and into the farmhouse while Barry put the truck in the barn.

Gene led him to a room on the 2nd floor that had a bed for him to sit on. He slowly and gently unzipped Mike’s singlet as far as his waist and helped him pull it off his shoulders. Gene acted more like a paramedic or EMT, so Mike trusted him. He had a first aid kit that he used to clean and bandage Mike’s injuries. As he was getting finished, Barry appeared at the door and Gene stopped. Barry said, “Sorry, dude, we’ve made a change of plans, you’re staying here.” Mike started to ask “What the ...?” but Gene grabbed his arm and whispered to him to be quiet or he’d be in really big trouble.

That was when Barry first showed a gun and ordered Mike to completely remove the singlet if he wanted to stay alive. Mike complied and Barry said, “Good boy, you can take an order. This is good. Now ditch the briefs.” Mike was puzzled, but once again did as ordered. Once Mike was completely nude, Barry ordered him to get spread-eagle onto the bed. Once he did as told, Gene tied his wrists and ankles to the four bedposts and gagged him. Mike’s fate was a done deal.

Gene went to a bed table and pulled out a zippered bag. It included a high-end med school dissection kit, along with everything else needed for minor surgery. He removed a safety razor and shaved Mike’s scrotum. Then he rubbed Betadyne onto, and then injected a local anesthetic into, both sides of the scrotum. After a few minutes he pinched each side of the scrotum but Mike didn’t react, so Gene knew the cyclist was ready. He made a single incision down the center of Mike’s scrotum and nudged the right testicle out to sever it from its connecting cord; he quickly cauterized the end of the cord and replaced it. He repeated the procedure with Mike’s left testicle and the young man was now a eunuch.

Mike was in complete shock at what had happened, but was in for more. Gene dropped his pants and underwear to show Mike that he’d been, from the well-healed scars, castrated some time ago. Barry had brought him to the farm several years before and kept him for sex. Now, Gene explained, Mike would now also be a sexual slave for Barry. He told Mike not to fight it, not to resist. He said Barry now owned both of them and there was no escape. Gene left the room.

Barry approached the bed and sat down. He began running his hands up and down Mike’s athletic and well-toned body. Mike was shocked to find himself getting hard and quickly having an orgasm despite what had been done to him. Now Barry undid the ankle restraints and began fucking the young man. In just minutes, he came inside Mike, who moaned in pleasure as it was happening.

Now Barry released his wrist binding and helped him to his knees. It was time for Mike to learn to give blow jobs, and Barry started his training. At first, Mike struggled. But he quickly adjusted his initially-awkward technique and before long Barry was quite happy with his performance. As it turned out, Barry, Gene, and Mike lived at the farm for the rest of their lives.