Jon's Story 5: The New Eunuch

JON'S STORY 5: THE NEW EUNUCH.

Jon woke up to a sunny morning; light shone through the barred widow. The first seconds of wakefulness were quickly marred by the dull and general pain around his crotch. There was also an undefined pain in the bottom of his belly. He was now a eunuch slave; he would soon be sold to the highest bidder. There was no escape. What had he done?

He was in tears when the Master Jack walked in.

"How are you feeling, my little eunuch?"

"It hurts, sir."

"The cutter will be along to check your wounds, so look lively."

That minute, the cutter came into the room and asked how the slaves were getting on. The assistant whipped off the bed clothes and the cutter pulled the Jon's legs apart. He carefully removed the dressings, checked the wound and put on clean fresh ones.

"Lie still today, pretty one, if you want a piss, you ask the assistant. Understand?"

He then released the boys prickle. It was bruised and also hurt badly.

"Yes, Master."

He then stuck a needle into the slave's buttock, and once more he fell asleep.

As Jon fell back asleep, he heard the dismal crying of the other slave who had been put in a bed next to him.

During his second day as a eunuch, Jon was awake more often. Master Mike got him up and told him to go for a piss. Although he wanted to go badly, he couldn't. It hurt terribly, how ever much he tried, nothing would happen. Master Mike grabbed the little cock, massaged it and first a dribble, then a flood of urine and blood flowed out. Every few hours, Master Mike would change the dressing on Jon's wound.

Jon was also more aware of the other boy, whose name was Andy. The slaves started to talk, but only when they were both conscious and the attendant was out of the room. Like Jon, Andy had found out about slavery on the internet and had an interview with the trader. Like Jon, he left his job, flat etc, but then decided that he couldn't go through with it. He submitted as a slave, but then tried to escape. They caught him and quickly sent him for gelding. Andy was very upset, but even then realised that he could do nothing about his predicament. He still swore and spat at the assistant, who kept him bound and injected him with oestrogen.

On the third day, the trader examined Jon carefully; the wound was healing and the stitches would soon dissolve. There would be scabs for some time, but in a couple of weeks there would only be a scar. The trader and his assistant ran their hands over the rest of the eunuch's body and discussed what to do about body and facial hair. The cutter had said that it would probably stop altogether in a few weeks. They decided to leave it and inspect him again later.

As Jon lay in his the bed, suffering the dull and general pain, he remembered the castration fantasy stories he had read. In some cases the new eunuch was able to get up and perform activities hours after cutting. All Jon could feel was dismal pain. He mentioned this to Andy, who also felt only pain and depression and agreed with him.

Later on the third day, the Master patted the slave on the head saying that he was a good boy and that already he had buyers lined up. He also said that his balls had been eaten by one of the audience who was pleased with the meal.

The realisation that his manhood had been eaten was something very final, it hurt him in a way none of the other humiliations he had been subjected to. Tears welled up in his eyes. The trader fondled his nipple and said

"Remember, boy, you are a piece of meat to be bought or sold. What happens to you is totally in the hands of your owner."

He was still in pain, but his sac now felt more of a dull ache. Master Mike carefully changed his dressings twice a day. Also he had hot and cold flushes, and his nipples started to feel tender. On the fourth day, Master Jack intimately examined the slave's scar, which still hurt.

"Your balls are already eaten, then "

Jon went red, but he nodded.

"Pity, I would have enjoyed them." He told Jon and Andy that a fresh pair of balls would be sold to a client and specially cooked as a little delicacy.

"You can rest tonight, slave, but tomorrow you will resume your household duties."

The new eunuch was led up into the attic room and guided to a bed. In the other bed he saw the eunuch Ricci. He was too tired to do anything and Ricci was asleep.

"Yes, boy, you two can explore each other tomorrow!"

The naked eunuch lay back in the hard, narrow bed and slept deeply.

The next morning he awoke to see Ricci standing over him.

"Can I see your scar?"

Jon pulled off the bedclothes revealing his naked body. Ricci lifted up Jon's prickle and Jon winced.

"It hurts!"

"Yes, mine hurt for over a week. But the pain will get less and less.

Master Jack walked into the room, gently pushed Ricci aside, and checked Jon's scar. He put some ointment on it and dressed Jon in a pair of loose pants as well as a light collar. In this attire Jon performed a few light chores around the house. He learnt to keep his head down, never to look anyone in the eye and to kneel in front of Masters. In a funny way, he was very happy. Master Jack only beat him lightly ("I have been told not to damage valuable property!" he would say. ) And anyway, he could talk to Ricci.

The training continued. The eunuch would be shackled to a bench and a vibrator gently moved up the virginal anus. After a few sessions the slave had an orgasm. From then on it looked forward to his training. He would also be chained and stretched to get used to the feelings of bondage. Jack or Mike would shower and weigh the eunuchs daily and also carefully inspected Jon's wound smearing healing ointment on it twice a day. . They also exercised the slaves carefully They all knew that eunuchs tend to become very fat, and that they must diet carefully. Although most buyers like a bit of flesh on their slaves, a fat eunuch would not sell easily.

After the wound had healed, Jon's prickle felt more comfortable, and when he lay in the bed at night, thinking of slavery, naked men, now Ricci, and also being disciplined by Master Jack, it sometimes stiffened. He touched it, but little happened. Both he and the other eunuch would try masturbation, but rarely could either boy raise an orgasm. The boys became very close and during the long evenings when clients were being entertained, they would be locked away in the little room and talked about their slavery. Ricci told him that soon they would be sold. He also told him some slaves were not willing like Jon; they were kidnapped and gelded. Others started as willing slaves, but then had second thoughts and tried to escape. Jon told Ricci about Andy, whom he thought was still downstairs. Ricci then told him that he had overheard the trader say that there had been some trouble in the previous month and the procuring and gelding of slaves had slowed right down. This is why Jon and Ricci were being held in this house for so long. He had also heard the trader saying that he preferred to process each slave within three weeks.

It was on one of those evenings that Jon was left alone in the room as occasionally Ricci was used to help entertain some of the more trusted clients. He finally had the opportunity to inspect his own body. The scar had nearly healed, and his ball sac had shrunk to a few wrinkles under his prickle. The prickle was smaller than before the operation. His body looked good in the mirror. He had lost weight, but looked a bit more rounded. He knew that he was attractive to men and that he would fetch a good price. Facial hair had all but stopped growing and the hair on his legs had thinned. The little dash of hair above his prickle was still there, and he wondered if it would also be removed. He was excited by this session and also by the memories of his enslavement and castration. It wasn't too different from his dream of being the barbarian boy slave castrated, taken to Rome and sold! All these thoughts made his prickle harden. With a lot of rubbing and coaxing, he managed to have an orgasm, and a few drops of colourless liquid dribbled out of his prickle. He was pleased that he still had something left.

Jon took to domestic work well, and was often made to clean out the cellar after client's visits, as well as washing, cleaning and waiting on the Masters. Ricci found it difficult to work and was beaten more often. Both boys experienced the whip on their buttocks regularly, and were often aroused by it. Jack was training them well.