The Prince Trains a Slave, Part 4

Walking back to the suite, Alexi asked me if I was feeling any qualms about my decision to have Bergen subjected to a penectomy. It took me a couple of seconds to realize exactly what he meant. I had never thought about there being an official word for cutting off someone’s cock. I stopped and thought about his question. The truth was I was excited about the prospect.

“Surprisingly, the idea excites me,” I admitted. “He deserves it – he really does. He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s better than most other guys because he’s handsome and has a bigger dick. He’s got so much attitude he figured he could humiliate Eric and get away with it.” I shook my head. “I don’t even know why he’s a slave.”

“That’s easy to answer,” Alexi explained, as we started walking again. “The Castle has always had only the most handsome slaves serving the guests – most of them could be fashion models if they only had the right connections. The serving and hospitality slaves have the opportunity to buy their contract back after five years – unless someone else buys it.”

“That’s what you did with Bergen,” I said.

“Of course,” Alexi admitted. “I know you might think I’ve gone a bit overboard with Eric…”

“I did at first,” I admitted.

“But, I want you to know that I’d have never had my coat of arms tattooed on him if he wasn’t special to me,” Alexi explained. “I don’t just want to dominate Eric – I want to own him totally and completely forever. He’s going to experience some humiliation at first – especially at school. But, that’s an important and necessary part of his training.”

“How so?” I asked.

“There are a lot of people who think they want to be slaves,” Alexi said. “But, they don’t fully understand what slavery really is. They think it’s all about the external – dressing up in leather, some bondage with maybe a little discipline thrown into the mix. That’s not slavery – that’s play-acting.” Alexi smiled at me. “Of course, it is possible to force someone into slavery and break their spirit to make them accept their situation.”

“Like Bergen,” I observed.

“Exactly,” Alexi nodded. “He’ll be a slave for life because it’s been imposed on him, but not because he really and truly wanted it. That’s not what I want as a personal companion. That kind of slave is always incomplete as a person.” Alexi sighed happily. “Eric, on the other hand, is that rare individual who deep down realized he’d always be incomplete unless he was owned body and soul by someone else. He willingly submitted to having his body modified because he accepted the fact that it would please me. He’s still nervous about the reaction his appearance will cause … but, at the same time, he’s excited about giving himself over to me. Eventually, he’ll develop a sense of pride in himself and understand how unique and special he is.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “I noticed a strange mix of fear and pride as each physical change was made.”

“Exactly,” Alexi said. “It’s natural for him to be frightened about the reaction of others. Soon, the laughter and stares won’t matter to him. The only thing that will matter is my unconditional acceptance of him. His modifications will be precious symbols of our bonds to each other. He may even be disappointed if I let him grow his hair again.”

Something Brigitta had said while she was working on Bergen suddenly popped into my mind. I asked Alexi if he planned to have Eric submit to a penectomy.”

“Penectomy? No, I like his small dick too much,” Alexi said, smiling slyly. “But, he is going to present a castrated appearance.”

“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. “He’ll either be castrated or he won’t be.”

Alexi laughed. “You have a lot to learn,” he said in amusement. “One of his testicles will be removed along with his scrotum. The second testicle will be moved up into his abdomen. Externally, he’ll look like he’s been castrated.”

We walked the rest of the way to the suite in silence, each of us alone with our thoughts. I didn’t have any idea what Alexi was thinking, but I was thinking about Bergen. I really was bothered by the fact that I wasn’t bothered in the slightest at knowing that very soon he was going to have his penis amputated. Far from being bothered, I was thrilled and extremely aroused – my dick was straining to break free of its confinement in my jeans. There was something primal and even a little bit savage about my decision that a small, nagging part of my mind said should be wrong. But, the truth was that every other part of my mind and every fiber of my body said my actions were right.

As we entered the suite, I had to wonder whether Alexi ever found himself second-guessing his decisions. As we took our seats at the table, I noticed everyone had chosen to wait for our return before continuing to eat. Alexi looked around in surprise and thanked everyone for their consideration, adding that they needn’t have waited. Then, he clapped his hands cheerfully.

“I suddenly have a strange urge for kielbasa – anyone else interested?” Alexi called out jovially. From the smile on his face and ironic choice for an entrée, I discovered the answer to my unspoken question – Alexi didn’t second-guess himself.

Yoshi quickly crossed to the phone and placed an order with the kitchens for the sausages. The Japanese slave seemed happy to have something to do – he clearly wasn’t used to being invited to dine at the same table as those to whom he was normally subservient. Alexi, on the other hand, was totally at ease chatting with almost anyone and he went to work at putting Yoshi at ease as we waited for our meal to arrive. Alexi listened attentively as the slave slowly began loosening up and speaking with more ease.

Alexi switched topics frequently. At first, I thought it was just his way of carrying on idle chatter, but I slowly began to realize there was a method behind his banter. Topics ranged from pop culture to fashion to current events to social manners and mores. Alexi was taking an intellectual measure of the slave – there clearly wasn’t any doubt about his looks. Yoshi was exotically handsome – he had an aura of sensuality tinged with boyish innocence that made him all the more appealing.

Alexi continued the conversation even after our meal arrived – pausing long enough to joke about how much the sausage reminded him of Bergen’s soon to be amputated penis. I watched both Simon and Eric closely – neither seemed overly troubled by the subject. It was true that they didn’t seem eager to visit that particular topic of conversation, but at the same time, they seemed fairly complacent about Bergen’s fate.

Following lunch, Alexi guided our group down one level and through corridors I’d never been through yet. It seemed as if we were walking the length of the street above us. Eventually, we passed through heavy steel doors and entered a brightly-lit corridor of mint green tile. The faint aroma of medical disinfectants hung in the air. Brigitta, who had left the group briefly, caught up to us at the doors. I noticed she was carrying a heavy leather case with her.

“Have you thought about which procedure you want for Bergen?” Alexi asked.

“Which procedure?” I replied in confusion.

“I keep forgetting this is your first time,” Alexi chuckled. “Do you want him totally smooth or do you want to leave a stump?”

“I understand,” I said. I considered the choices. “I think leaving a small stump as a reminder of what he lost is the best thing for him,” I said. “I want everyone who sees him to know he had his cock chopped off, rather than neatly removed by his choice. I think leaving about an inch would be about right for him.”

“I like the way you think,” Alexi grinned. He pushed open another set of doors and guided us into the operating theatre.

Bergen was already strapped to a gynecological table, his legs strapped into stirrups and spread as wide as they would go. A heavy black latex mask covered the lower part of his face, preventing him from opening his jaws. He turned his frightened eyes towards me as we entered the room, pleading with them for all he was worth. I stood close to him, smiling benignly as I stroked his shaved head gently.

“Almost time for you to kiss that truly magnificent dick of yours goodbye forever,” I said, smiling at the look of despair that sprang up in his expressive eyes.

“Do you know what you’d like inked onto his groin?” Brigitta asked, setting out her equipment.

“Yes, yes I do,” I said with assurance. “I want the word DICKLESS tattooed right under his navel and an arrow pointing straight down to the base of his cock where the stump will be. That way even if he’s permitted to wear shorts, the word will be visible.”

Brigitta studied Bergen’s naked lower belly professionally. “Hmmm, I think plain black letters in a Roman serif font would be the best. They should really stand out that way.”

Brigitta went to work quickly stenciling the word right below Bergen’s navel, humming as she worked. Her humming was accompanied by the snuffling sounds coming from our victim’s nostrils. Tears flowed freely down his face as Brigitta went to work permanently inking in his badge of shame. Periodically, he’d turn his mournful eyes on a different person in the room as if sooner or later someone would have mercy on him and put a stop to the fate that was about to befall him. Failing to find someone willing to show him compassion, Bergen tried to struggle against the padded leather bonds that held him firmly to the table.

The doors swung open and a short, solidly built young man dressed in scrubs breezed into the room. His head was covered in tight short blond curls. Green eyes twinkled with amusement, though, as he stood over Brigitta and watched her work.

“So here is my patient,” he said. His melodious voice carried a slight French accent that seemed to add to the erotic atmosphere already hanging over the room.

Alexi introduced the new comer as Dr. Claude du Pont. I was amazed – I had thought he was an assistant or scrub nurse or anything but a doctor. Dr. du Pont looked like he couldn’t be much past his early twenties. He took my hand in a firm grip and instructed me to forget his title and call him Claude. I liked the man from the start. I explained my idea of leaving Bergen with a stump about an inch long. His head bobbed up and down as he listened – I wasn’t sure whether he was agreeing with me or just moving his head to show that he was listening.

“That seems a very good choice,” Claude agreed. “The next question is whether you want anesthesia for him or not. Of course, it doesn’t really matter – most boys pass out from pain and miss most of the operation once the cutting begins when anesthesia is not used.”

“Can you give him only a local,” I asked.

“Mai oui,” Claude said. “Like you, I prefer when the naughty boy is awake when his precious manhood is cut away.” He eyed Bergen’s limp cock with interest. I could tell he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. “It looks very heavy – are you opposed to taking suggestions?”

“No, what do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well, it would be no trouble while I am working on this one to sever the nerves to his remaining stump … that will prevent him from feeling any pleasurable sensations with the little bit that will remain to him.”

“Certainly – that’s a fantastic suggestion!” I said enthusiastically.

Claude chuckled as he leaned over and addressed Bergen, “Just think – when I’m done, your thick meat will be history and you’ll never feel anything from the tiny stub I’m going to leave you – nothing at all!”

Brigitte had hardly finished her work inking in the letters across Bergen’s belly when Claude took his place between Bergen’s legs. He hefted Bergen’s heavy dick in his hand as if he was weighing a sausage in the local market. Even limp, the Irish slave’s cock had an impressive length and girth. Claude lifted the dick as he examined it, clearly enjoying the muffled whimpers coming from the bound slave. Finally, he took a small ruler from a tray by his elbow and placed it tightly against the penis in his hand. Using an indelible felt tip pen, Claude meticulously placed several small dots around Bergen’s dick exactly one inch from his lower belly. Dropping the ruler back onto the tray, Claude connected the dots, creating a perfect circle around Bergen’s penis.

“What is left below the line is all this slave will have when I am finished,” he announced. He half rose and looked into the Irish slave’s face. “Would you like to see how much I am going to take off?”

Bergen did his best to shake his head from side-to-side, but the heavy leather strap across his forehead prevented him from making any movement. Claude asked Konrad to raise the head of the examination table to a sitting position. I guess Bergen couldn’t help looking down at his dick even though I’m sure that’s the last thing he wanted to do. His belly quivered as he tried to shriek through the heavy latex mask gag at the sight of that black line circling his thick dick. For the first time, I realized that the amount Bergen was going to lose was more than the length of most guys I’d seen.

“I think it is time to get started, yes?” Claude suddenly said. “If someone will ask my assistants to join us we can begin.”

Brigitta stepped out of the room and returned moments later with the two assistants – a young male and female dressed in identical pale blue scrubs. Like Brigitta and Konrad, these two could easily have passed for twins. Both were beautiful with lithe bodies and sinuous movements. Their high cheekbones accentuated their heart-shaped faces. While both had thick, deep reddish-brown hair, unlike Brigitta and Konrad, it wasn’t cut in the same style.

The female, introduced as Diana, wore her hair long. Her thick, mahogany tresses were pulled back into a ponytail high on her head. Two leather thongs were bound artistically around her ponytail. She offered each of us a businesslike smile before going to the cabinets and pulling out the implements Claude would need.

The male nurse was introduced as Sam. His thick hair had been expertly styled in long layers, giving him sweeping bangs that broke across his brow – I could see Konrad’s hand there – just above his sparkling green eyes. I glanced between Sam and Diana, examining just how very similar they were in appearance. It was just like Brigitta and Konrad – they were similar enough to be twins and I wondered what the reason for that was.

Pulling Alexi towards a corner of the room, I asked him about the twin-like relationship of the two couples. Alexi smiled as he glanced around the room.

“They really are beautiful, aren’t they?” Alexi observed. “And, of course, it’s no accident that they look so similar – like twins as you put it.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“To make the clients of the club happy and give them a choice,” Alexi said. “The Castle chooses only the best looking young men and women to work here. One purpose of all the employees, retainers, and slaves to present here is to create a fantasy world for the clients. I mean, who wants to live out a fantasy that is populated by the merely ordinary – or worse yet, ugly people?”

“No one, I guess,” I admitted.

“Exactly,” Alexi agreed. “Many of the club members don’t necessarily have a firm preference as to the gender of their sexual partners. The twin look of some of the staff is designed to give them a choice and opportunity to try something different. For example, Konrad might well be your first choice as a sexual partner, but given that Brigitta looks so much like Konrad – well, you might not object to a little fun with her, even though your primary interest is in Konrad.”

I had to wonder if Alexi knew that I had had sex with Brigitta or if he was just using the two of them as an example. His explanation made sense to me. The truth was a blow job was a blow job regardless of the gender of the person giving it. My first blow job came from a girl for two reasons – one, she was ready and willing; and two, because “THEY” said sex with the same gender was wrong. I still don’t know just who the hell “they” are and really don’t care. After I experienced my first blow job from another male, I realized it was just as pleasurable as the ones I got from girls. I also realized that “they” were full of shit.

I was willing to admit to myself that by now, I preferred males as my sexual partners – meaning that I was probably gay rather than bisexual as I used to tell myself. I did prefer that my partners have delicate features and builds whether they were male or female. I looked across the room at the two twin couples and grinned – a little change of pace wasn’t such a bad idea. I had to admit that the club’s idea had its merits.

“I think we are ready to begin,” Claude called.

Alexi and I strolled back to the table and found Bergen’s lower belly and groin had already been swabbed with an antiseptic solution, staining his skin an orange-brown tint. Sam handed Claude a catheter while Diana held Bergen’s limp dick in her gloved hands.

“This isn’t going to hurt,” Claude said conversationally to Bergen. “But, it is going to sting a bit as the catheter snakes its way to your bladder.”

I could tell Claude was smiling under his mask as he inserted the tube into the Irish slave’s dick. Bergen squirmed as much as his bonds would allow and again, the volume of his muffled grunts seemed to increase in volume as more and more of the tube entered his member. Moments later, Claude announced that he was inflating the collar that would hold the catheter in place. Then, he turned a valve and was rewarded with a stream of urine filling the plastic tube and emptying into a plastic bag.

Claude nodded in satisfaction as he held his hand out. Without a word spoken, Sam placed a syringe in the young doctor’s hand. Bergen flinched as Claude plunged the needle directly into the base of his dick. The empty syringe was exchanged for another and another. All in all, Claude used eight syringes all around Bergen’s groin.

“We won’t have long to wait before he has no feeling and we can continue,” Claude announced.

Next to me, I noticed that Simon had protectively covered his naked groin. Pulling him in front of me, I held him close from behind, resting my chin on his head. Reaching around, I took his dick and balls in my hands.

“Relax,” I whispered. “This little package belongs to me and I like it just the way it is.”

Simon twisted his head around to plant a clumsy kiss on my chin. I offered him a grin and craned my neck around to nibble on his delicious lips. I could feel his dick growing under my hands and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Scalpel,” Claude announced, bringing my attention back to the table in front of us. Diana had a firm grip on Bergen’s cock, holding it out as Claude placed the scalpel against the indelible black line he had drawn earlier. He drew it lightly along the line. At first, I didn’t think anything had happened. Then, Sam placed a surgical sponge along the line and I noticed the line of blood that spoiled the whiteness of the gauze.

Bergen noticed the blood, too. His muffled screams increased in frequency and volume as he watched Claude slicing into his manhood. Beneath me, Simon was trembling slightly and I wrapped my arms comfortingly around his chest whispering assurances into his ear. Looking over his shoulder, I noticed that despite his obvious fear, he was also fully erect.

Claude worked silently, devoting his full attention to the job he was doing. I watched in wonder as Diana finally slid Bergen’s dick along the catheter away from his body. Sam moved in with more surgical sponges as Claude continued to work. Somehow, Sam was able to soak up the blood without interfering with Claude’s work.

Claude began to speak softly to his audience, explaining that he was removing some additional tissue from the interior of Bergen’s penis. He described how he was going to create a flat stub so that it would present a more pleasing appearance once it was fully healed. As he worked, he pointed out the nerves that he was severing, guaranteeing that the Irish slave would never experience even the slightest erection or pleasure in the little bit of penis he’d have remaining. Eventually, he announced that he was ready to begin closing the incision. As usual, Sam was ready with the sutures even before Claude called them. The three of them worked as a perfect team without the need for unnecessary talk.

When the last stitch was in place, Claude pushed back on his stool and ripping his mask off grinned in satisfaction. “That work is as good as any plastic surgeon’s,” he announced in satisfaction. “When he heals, his stump will look totally natural.”

Diana and Sam went to work bandaging Bergen and for the first time I noticed that his severed penis was gone. At some point during the operation, she had quietly slid it off the catheter and disposed of it. I had been so caught up in what Claude was doing that I hadn’t even noticed her movements. I later discovered from Alexi that Bergen’s amputated penis was taken away to be specially prepared. Once prepared, the penis was filled with a special foam to make it look erect and a cast was made so that a dildo could be made from the cast.

“Once they are finished bandaging him,” Claude said, “Sam will give him an injection to make him sleep until tomorrow. We’ll keep him heavily sedated until he’s fully healed.” Claude looked down at Eric who suddenly went very white. “We can go into the other room and get this one’s exam out of the way,” Claude said to Alexi.

“Yes, I think that would be a good idea,” Alexi said, leading Eric along behind Claude.

“What’s happening?” Simon whispered nervously as we followed.

“Shhh, let’s just watch,” I said.

The other room was identical to the one we had just left. Standing next to the exam table, I stroked Simon’s soft hair as we watched Eric fearfully climb onto the table and allow Claude to position his legs in the stirrups. Alexi perched on the side of the table and cradled Eric’s head and shoulders in his arms, stroking his slave lovingly.

Claude took a seat on a low stool between Eric’s legs and began examining his testicles, grunting softly every now and then. “Do you want a full removal?” Claude asked.

“Of the sac, yes,” Alexi answered. “One testicle removed and the other one moved up into his belly.”

“Ah, I see,” Claude nodded. He began gently poking and prodding Eric’s groin, pressing his fingers into the skin between Eric’s legs. “Yes, yes – I don’t see any problem with that. In fact, it looks like Eric is a very good candidate for that particular procedure.” He returned his gaze to the area between Eric’s legs. “When he heals, he’ll be nice and smooth between his legs – you’ll have a hard time even finding the scar.”

“Really?” Alexi asked with interest.

“Oh yes!” Claude exclaimed. “I’ll do my best work and he’ll have little more than a very faint white scar.”

I glanced over to Eric and noticed that he looked very nervous and wan. But, he didn’t look at all surprised or even frightened by Alexi’s plans for him. The other modifications had been a surprise to him, but it was clear to me that Alexi had discussed this particular modification in depth.

“You mean Eric’s going to be castrated?” Simon asked me in shock.

“Not really castrated,” I said, holding him tighter. “He’ll just look that way. Eric is going to have one testicle removed along with his sac. But, the other one is going to be planted up inside his belly.”

“You can live quite happily with only one testicle,” Claude said. “In fact, there are many boys born every day who only have one testicle naturally. One testicle is all you need to produce testosterone. Eric will be able to have erections and even orgasms very naturally once the changes are made to him.”

“And you want that?” Simon asked.

“Yes,” Eric admitted shakily, nodding his head.

“Eric and I discussed this a long time ago,” Alexi said. He kissed the top of Eric’s smooth head. “I’m proud that he even offered to give up both of his balls to me if that’s what I wanted. He’s a very special slave.”

Later, back in the suite, Simon and I lounged in the Jacuzzi, enjoying the heat and the bubbles. Alexi and Eric had disappeared into the spare bedroom as soon as we got back. Simon sat low in the water across from me, staring silently into space. I left him alone with his thoughts. He’d seen and learned a lot so far and I didn’t want to pressure him into talking.

“You and me,” Simon said at last.

“What about us?” I asked.

“Well, what’s going to happen when we graduate from the Academy?” Simon asked. “Is that it for us?”

“I see,” I said. “You’re afraid I’m going to dump you once we’re out of school.” He nodded. “I’m staying here and attending the university – I hope you’ll be doing the same.”

“And then what?” Simon pressed. “Will you go back to America?”

“Lord I hope not,” I chuckled. “I hadn’t been making any plans for the future until recently. I’ve been thinking about staying here in Switzerland. Money’s not an issue and I certainly don’t have any place waiting for me back home.”

“Why not?”

“My dad died when I was about three,” I admitted. “His family pretty much hates my mom. Her second husband and I don’t get along – I think partly because my dad’s side of the family has all the money and it came to me, not her.” I shrugged. “She and I don’t much get along, either. That’s why she sent me to Switzerland – to get me as far away as possible and make it less likely that I’d pop on home during breaks. When I turn eighteen, everything’s mine. They don’t get a penny. As far as I’m concerned, she can have the house.”

“I didn’t know,” Simon said.

“No reason for you to know,” I said. “Anyway, since we’ve gotten more and more serious, I’ve been thinking about just staying in Europe and kind of wondering if you’d stay around. That’s if you’d like that.”

“Yes, yes I would,” Simon said, smiling weakly.

“Since discovering this place yesterday,” I said, “I’ve been seriously considering staying right here in town.”

“I know what you mean,” Simon admitted, his smile growing stronger.

I reached under the water and grabbed his foot and gave it a tug. Simon didn’t need further encouragement. He scooted across the Jacuzzi to cuddle by my side.

“So,” I said playfully as I rubbed his nipple, “this place gets you excited?” Simon blushed and dipped his head. “You want to wander around the club naked and wearing a leather collar for everyone to see?”

“Maybe,” Simon said.

“You going to let everyone see my name tattooed across your ass?” I teased.

“Are you going to do that?”

“No, no I’m not going to do that,” I said. Next to me, Simon slumped a little in disappointment. “I don’t think I’d do such a good job of it, so I’ll have Brigitta do it for me. That’s going to be my graduation present to you.”

“Cool,” Simon said contentedly.

“And then, maybe I’ll have you modified just like Eric,” I teased.

“Maybe I’d ask you to,” Simon said shyly. I turned to face him in amazement. Simon giggled at my shock and leaned forward quickly to kiss me.

To be continued …