Steve and Chris had grown up together, living next door to each other their entire lives of eighteen years. Both were excellent students, popular without letting that go to their heads, extremely handsome (also without letting that go to their heads), gentle in their dealings with others, and completely honest (others would say to a fault, which ultimately proved to be true). At the start of their senior year in high school, after Steve was elected student body president and Chris vice-president, they agreed to plan on going to the same university. There was only one campus that each applied to that the other didn’t, “just in case something came up.” But nothing did and they both enrolled at the same U., also rushing the same fraternities after promising each other they wouldn’t pledge a fraternity that didn’t want both of them.

Like everything else in their lives, that also posed no problem and both were accepted into a fraternity that shared their values and wasn’t just an “animal house.” They were two weeks into their freshman year when it happened. They were walking along after their last class of the day Friday and Chris spotted a wallet on the ground. He picked it up and found ten thousand-dollar bills inside. Neither of them was tempted to pocket the money and discard the wallet. They knew the right thing was to return it to its owner. Since they weren’t yet frat members, they returned to the dorm where they were roommates and looked up the guy’s phone number, as well as how to get to his address using a map in the phone book. Steve called the guy and said his best friend had found the wallet and they wanted to get it back to him.

There was a moment of silence, then George, said, “Guys, that’s incredible. I don’t know what to say, other than, ‘Thank you.’ I’m just in awe of your honesty and can’t wait to meet you and give you a reward. I – ” but Steve cut him off saying, “We’re just two guys wanting to do the right thing. Don’t worry about any reward. We’ve got your address and will be there in 45 minutes to an hour.” George then said, “I can’t wait to meet you two, I’ll see you when you get here.” Steve hung up and the two of them got ready to walk to George’s apartment, since there weren’t busses running that evening. They figured they had time to get there and back before freshman curfew (yes, this campus had one but they didn’t mind). So they headed out without telling anyone where they were going or why.

Fifty minutes later, they arrived at George’s apartment and rang the doorbell. He answered and quickly looked them over before inviting them inside. He saw instantly these two were just his type. He could also tell they were different enough to provide variety but similar enough to know he’d get the same results with both using the proper approach, so he went to work manipulating them to his ultimate advantage. He invited them in and offered both of them the living room sofa while he took the only chair in the room. He again repeated how grateful he was and asked if they’d at least like a soft drink, a beer, or maybe something stronger. It was a warm night and they’d walked quite a while, so Chris asked for iced water and Steve for iced tea. George said he’d need to brew the tea so it’d be a little while and he went into the kitchen, leaving the two to explore his place if they wanted to.

George returned several minutes later and give each young man his drink. Both thanked him and quickly quenched their thirst. George sat down to chat with them, asking about where they were from, about classes, girlfriends, and about campus. They quickly got disoriented and then began slurring their speech. Once both were non-responsive, though they knew what was happening because he’d used Rohypnol, George used a fireman’s carry to get Chris, then Steve, to the king-sized bed in the bedroom and drop them onto it. He slowly, enjoying each moment, undressed the young men completely. Once done, he spread Steve’s legs apart and went to the dresser and removed a high-priced dissection kit from a drawer, along with a sack containing everything else he needed. He returned to the bed.

Since Steve was unable to resist, or even respond, in any way, George didn’t worry about an anesthetic. But he did apply Betadyne to Steve’s scrotum to minimize infection risk. He waited briefly and then used the scalpel to make incisions at each side. He nudged Steve’s left testicle out of the scrotum, severed its cord, cauterized the end he reinserted inside the incision, and sutured the incision closed. He repeated the procedure on the right side and was done. Now he went to do the same with Chris, and noticed a tear sliding out of the youth’s left eye. That was no deterrent for George and he went to work castrating his second young punk. Once finished, he said, “Good night you two,” climbed between the two of them, and went to sleep.

Eventually, Steve and Chris dozed off too, despite what had been done to them. When they woke up Saturday morning and started moving around on the bed, George was already up and getting dressed. He told them to lie still. He said he was in charge and would tell them what to do when. Otherwise, they were to do nothing unless told to. George left the room and closed the door. Steve noticed an open laptop with a built-in webcam on the dresser that was pointed toward the bed and discretely whispered to Chris that they were being watched so they needed to do as ordered. Despite their effort at discretion, George saw and heard the exchange and smiled, he knew he had them both now and it was just a matter of a brief time.

George waited about an hour, monitoring the living room computer to make sure they were as acquiescent as he thought – and they were. Neither mentioned what had been done, thoughts of escape, or their past or future. They were both frozen in the present, exactly where George wanted them. Now he could proceed to the next level. He returned to the bedroom and told Steve and Chris to get dressed. Both immediately complied and George smiled at his quick success with these two. He noticed they walked rather gingerly at first, but slowly got accustomed to their wounds and began to move more normally. By the time he got them to the tattoo parlor, they were walking normally. Bart, the tattoo artist, led all three to the back room and George explained he wanted the possessive form of his name in gothic text on Steve’s and Chris’s butts. He wanted it to look like George’s. Bart went to work and when he was finished they had Geo on their left cheeks and rge’s on the right ones.

Once Bart was done, George took Steve and Chris back to the apartment. He explained that he was now completely in charge of everything and they were to do as told, when told. Both nodded in agreement and surrendered themselves completely to George’s will and desires.