On move-in day, I met my roommate, James. He seemed nice enough, but we were very different.

I was 6 feet tall and a bit on the thin side at 135 pounds. My main physical activity for most of my life had been ballet, so I was lean and fit but not excessively strong. I had never liked my body hair, so I kept my entire body carefully shaved. My penis was small and circumcised, and it and my testicles seemed to shrivel up toward my body more than other men I had seen. I disliked extraneous fabric under my clothes, so I wore mainly thong underwear.

James was black, 6 feet 6 inches tall, and weighed 210 pounds. He was extremely muscular, and had participated in football, wrestling, and bodybuilding. Surrounded by a manly growth of pubic hair were his massive, uncircumcised penis and large, healthy testicles.

James found out much of the aforementioned information about me a couple of days after we moved in. I had always been modest (in PE class I had once been told that I "dress like a lady"), but I also enjoyed the feeling of being unencumbered by clothing, especially in hot weather. One day, when James was supposed to be out for a few hours, I fell asleep in this state, and was only awakened by his return to the room. Seeing my naked body laid out before him, he began to laugh, and continued laughing when I got out of bed and put on a thong. As for James, he was never very modest; he seemed to want me to see his muscular body and large genitals.

Classes started, and I began to meet people. Of particular interest to me were two girls, Kayla and Callie. Kayla was a pre-vet major. She was approximately my height, but clearly weighed much more than I did. Much of this seemed to be muscle, however, and her body seemed to have a lot more structure to it than other girls of similar weight. I found her very attractive. Callie was more traditionally feminine than Kayla, thin and of average height. She intended to major in history.

I was interested in these girls, and began spending more time with them. I wasn't sure exactly how they felt about me, or how I felt about them, but I liked being with them and they seemed to feel similarly. Eventually, I told them about things that I'd never told others, such as my submissive fantasies.

James became interested in Kayla and Callie and began to spend time with them. He persuaded them not to tell me. They liked his strength and confidence; I later found out that both of them were reluctant to get involved with me because they wanted somebody more masculine. They still wanted me in their lives, however, and they began to determine what my role would be and how they would initiate me into it. They told him about my submissive fantasies, and together they started to make plans.

One day, when I was alone in my room, Kayla and Callie came over to visit. Kayla had a large bag with her. After I shut the door, Kayla spoke.

"Take off your clothes." I complied.

Kayla and Callie then removed two strap-on dildos from the bag and put them on. "Bend over your desk," Kayla commanded. Once again, I obeyed. Kayla went first. Her hands gripped me strongly at my sides as she fucked me viciously. Callie went next. She didn't fuck me as violently, but she maintained control over me with a firm grip on my testicles.

After Callie had finished, Kayla pushed me into a sitting position on the floor and handcuffed me to the bed behind me. They noticed my penis at its full erect length of 3.5 inches and giggled.

Suddenly, James walked in. "Hello, ladies," he said. "Hello, bitch," he added, looking down at me.

"Tonight is a special night," he continued. "Tonight is the night that I take the virginity of these two women you like, and the night that you become our bitch."

James took off his clothes, revealing his tremendous erection. Callie bent over my desk, presenting her pussy to him. He fucked her like an animal, and she moaned with pleasure. I was a bit sad that she was rejecting me and giving herself to James, but I was also very turned on.

When James had finished with her, Callie walked over to me, turned my head up toward her, and straddled my face. "Lick it out," she said. I began licking his seed out of her. When I had finished with this, she had me keep going until I made her come. She breathed heavily and moaned as she rubbed her pussy against my face, and when she came, she squeezed my head between her legs. "Good bitch," she said, patting my head.

By now, James was ready to fuck Kayla. She lay down on the floor and he got on top of her and fucked her. She responded enthusiastically, almost violently, to his thrusts. I could tell that James was stronger, but not by as much. When they were done, Kayla unlocked my handcuffs, pushed me down on my back, and straddled my face. "Lick it out, bitch," she commanded. Like Callie, she had me keep going until she came.

Next, James said "Suck my cock, bitch," and thrust it into my mouth. I had trouble fitting much of it in, but I sucked his cock as best I could, and swallowed more of his seed when he came.

After that, James told me to masturbate. They all laughed as I rubbed my little cock, but I didn't care because I was so turned on. They laughed even harder when I came; a few drops dribbled out, and that was it.

"Now the real fun begins," Kayla said. She and James put me on the bed and tied me to it. Then she got out some surgical tools. "There's only one man for us, and it's not you. We still want you in our lives, but in order to do that, we have to castrate you."

"What if I don't want to be castrated?" I asked.

"How could you not want it? We know how much you love both of us, and you've always been a natural bitch," Callie responded. I agreed. They knew me well.

Kayla injected me with a local anesthetic and applied disinfectant to the area. "It's not quite the same as neutering a dog, but it's close enough."

I couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, and maybe I didn't want to look too closely, but some minutes later, I was looking at my bloody testicles in a dish as Kayla sewed up my scrotum. When she was done with that, she and James gently unfastened my restraints, flipped me over onto my stomach, and fastened them again. I had learned previously that Callie had some skill in tattooing, and now she marked my left buttock with symbols that each of them had chosen to represent themselves, as well as the word "SLAVE" underneath them. Kayla then cooked my testicles, and she and Callie each ate one.

After that, they had as much control over me as they wanted. They replaced my neutral-colored men's thongs with skimpier women's ones in pink and purple, since I no longer needed room for testicles. They had me wear tight and/or revealing clothing, often just a purple unitard. When I was in one of their rooms, I could wear no clothing at all, and I was often chained to the furniture. I had to pleasure them orally or be fucked anally whenever they wanted. I did all of their cooking and cleaning. They controlled what I ate, and made me do ballet, pilates, yoga, and swimming. I didn't mind any of this; I really enjoyed it.

For those who didn't know us, we pretended that we were two separate couples; Kayla and I were one, and James and Callie were the other. People joked about who "wears the pants" in my "relationship" with Kayla; she almost always wore pants, while I was forbidden from wearing them, and was sometimes even made to wear skirts.

This act lasted until senior year. Kayla and Callie both became pregnant. When Kayla's child was born, it was obvious that I was not the father. We then told those who asked that James was the father of both children, and that I cannot reproduce (omitting some details as to why, of course).

After graduation, we all moved into a house together. James, Kayla, and Callie all work, while I stay home. I cook, clean, tend our garden, and care for the children. We had started planning our post-college life shortly after my castration, and Callie had suggested that I change my major to education, so that I could better homeschool the children. Callie and Kayla are both pregnant again, and I look forward to the new additions to our family.

If somebody had told me five years ago that I would be castrated, major in education, and spend my days at home cooking, cleaning, and taking care of another man's children, I could not have believed it. Yet that is what has happened, and I am very happy.