Brandon's Slave Training, Part 2

Despite being held by both Don and Jason during the night, Brandon found it hard to sleep. From time to time, he’d reach up absently to run his fingers through his hair and found it gone. The excitement from earlier had disappeared, and he found himself wondering what he was going to say to his friends back at school when they asked why he shaved his head. He knew that they and he would eventually get used to his shaven scalp, but he also knew he could expect a lot of teasing for the first week. His thoughts also kept turning to his testicles and Don’s plans for them. He was aware that this was the last night he’d have them. He knew Don had promised him there wouldn’t be any pain, but he kept wondering how Don could be so sure – he still had his balls. Maybe there would be pain. As nervous as he was, the thought of backing out remained far from his mind. Even after just two days in Don’s house, he knew he wanted to be a part of the household. More importantly, he wanted to be owned by the tall, handsome man on his left – he wanted the admiration and respect he’d already felt from Don to continue. And then, there were the others.

He could still remember his initial humiliation when Don had announced to the other boys that Brandon was being castrated the next day. He had felt the blood rush to his face when he heard the words. Everyone of the boys had turned to stare openly at Brandon – actually, at his naked groin, at his balls. All twelve boys stared at the balls that would be gone in less than a day. He had braced himself for a round of jeering and teasing – but, none of that came his way. The boys had fallen strangely silent – a couple had automatically cupped their own precious balls with their hands. Carlos, the Latino, had looked shocked at first – then, he looked a little bit jealous. Brandon found the announcement had endowed him with a strange respect from the other boys – it was like they knew he held a special position in the house and in the group.

Brandon also thought about returning to school at the end of the break. He didn’t have a roommate to worry about, but his dorm did have communal showers. He didn’t know which was going to be more difficult to hide – his sudden lack of balls, or the shockingly bright pink triangle of pubic hair he was now sporting. It struck Brandon that it wouldn’t be for long – once Spring Break was over, there wasn’t much time left to the semester and then, he’d be transferring to a University in Miami. Don had been insistent that Brandon would finish his college studies. One way or another, Brandon would find a way to finish at the university without revealing his secret – even if that meant showering at three in the morning.

Brandon slept fitfully on and off, and was awake again when Don rolled over and opened his eyes. The handsome Master winked at his new slave, offered him an affectionate smile and head rub before kissing the bald college boy on the tip of his nose. Don rolled out of bed and stood there looking down at the nervous slave. Bending down, the big man lifted the small college boy out of the bed, hugging the slight body to his well-developed chest. Nuzzling Brandon’s neck, Don carried the young man into the bathroom with him.

Brandon stood and watched as Don peed into the toilet, licking his lips at the sight of Don’s thick, eight inches, eager to take his Master’s tool in his mouth. When his turn to urinate came, Brandon quickly sat on the toilet, glancing over towards Don to see if the big man noticed. If he did, Don didn’t give any indication – instead, he was busy adjusting the temperature of the water in the shower. Finally satisfied, he pulled Brandon into the spacious shower stall with him.

Don stood under the spray of water expectantly and Brandon knew immediately what to do. Sinking to his knees, he began licking and lapping at his Master’s thickening penis and balls. When Don’s manhood stood fully erect, the slave lowered his bald head and rubbed it along the underside of Don’s cock. The feel of the rigid shaft over his scalp made Brandon instantly hard. Finally, he opened his mouth wide and took Don into his mouth. The slave took his time, savoring the feel his Master filling his mouth. Brandon already appreciated Don’s first lesson of taking his time when sucking cock – it was so much more satisfying to him, and from the pleasured sounds escaping Don, more satisfying to him as well. Those teen jocks who had first taught him how to suck dick obviously had no idea of the intensity of pleasure they were missing by insisting on speed. Brandon couldn’t stop the delighted moans that involuntarily rose within him as the head of Don’s thick dick rubbed against the roof of his mouth.

Don wrapped his large hands around his slave’s denuded scalp, rubbing the faint stubble that had sprouted overnight. He kept his touch light – wanting to maintain flesh-to-flesh contact without guiding the college boy’s movements. He let his fingers explore the boy’s ears before sliding around to the back of his head and nape. He felt his balls churn and decided to give Brandon a single thrust of his pelvis as a signal he was getting close to cumming. It turned out the thrust wasn’t needed – Brandon’s hands gripped Don’s buttocks tightly, pulling the bigger man close as the slave took the load without missing a single drop.

Satiated for the moment, Don helped his slave to his feet with a broad smile and handed the boy a bar of soap. Brandon didn’t need any further instruction – he immediately went to work soaping his Master’s body, carefully lathering him up. The boy did a good job, Don mused as he rinsed off and went to work washing Brandon. Stepping out of the shower, Don dried himself and then dried his slave. Before Brandon could move, Don lowered the toilet lid and made the college boy sit. He turned the hot water tap in the sink on full before taking a can of shaving crème from the cabinet. Don almost laughed at the soulful expression in Brandon’s blue eyes as the white lather was massaged onto his head.

“Get used to it, babe,” Don said. “You’re head is to be kept totally smooth at all times. If that means shaving morning and night, then that’s what will be done.”

“Yessir.” Brandon murmured as Don took the Mach III razor to his skull. He sat quietly, trying to look as comfortable as he could. He figured he would get used to the process in time – especially if he had to be shaved twice a day.

Jason was already down in the kitchen when the two finally emerged from the bathroom. He looked freshly showered and groomed, so Brandon figured he had used one of the other bathrooms in the house. Made sense, he decided – why have extra bathrooms if they weren’t meant to be used. The young man kissed the top of Brandon’s head by way of greeting and asked the slave to squeeze some oranges for fresh juice. It was clear Jason enjoyed cooking, and Brandon found himself eager to help. Jason put the slave to work grinding coffee beans, and slicing fresh grapefruit in half for breakfast while he prepared three lobster omelets. Brandon was just finishing cleaning up in the kitchen after breakfast when he noticed that Jere had quietly seated himself at the island in the middle of the room. Brandon couldn’t help noticing that the young teen had his freshly trimmed bangs waxed with pomade and combed neatly in place.

“Looks good that way,” Brandon said, indicating Jere’s bangs.

“Thanks – and thanks for not chopping them totally off,” Jere said, glancing shyly down towards Brandon’s waist. “Is it really true?”

“Is what true?”

“You’re gonna have your nuts chopped off?” Jere asked, his green eyes round.

Brandon found some orange juice in the fridge and poured the teen a glass then helped himself to another cup of coffee before sitting opposite of Jere. He sat quietly for a moment before looking up. “Yeah, yeah it’s true I’m going to be castrated.” Brandon realized that was the first time he had said the words out loud.

“Ain’tcha scared?”

“I’m scared by a lot of things,” Brandon admitted.

“No, you know what I mean,” Jere persisted. “Ain’tcha scared about being castrated?”

“Afraid of being castrated?” Brandon repeated. “At first, I was – it scared the piss out of me. Then, I got to thinking about it and talked to Don and realized he wasn’t going to just take a butcher knife and chop them off. He said the operation itself is going to be pretty painless. And then, I started thinking about it – it’s not like I need my balls to get a girl pregnant or anything, right?”

“I guess,” Jere admitted.

“And, I can take hormones, so I don’t need them for that, either, right?”

“I guess not,” Jere said slowly.

“So, I realized I don’t need to have my balls for any of those reasons,” Brandon explained. “Then, I got to thinking about what being castrated would mean. I’m gay and submissive – I’ve known that almost all my life. And, I want to be owned as a slave. Letting Don get me castrated shows him I really am dedicated to being his slave – it also tells anyone else who sees me that I’m not just playing some game pretending to be a slave, they’ll know I really am a slave. And, that’s when I realized something really strange.”

“What’s that?” Jere wanted to know.

“It takes a lot of balls to give up your balls,” Brandon laughed. “Most guys just wouldn’t have the guts to do it.”

“So, you’re not scared anymore?”

“It funny – I’m not scared of the operation, or even you guys knowing about it and seeing me without any balls once it’s all over,” Brandon admitted. “But, I’m still scared about how people back at the university will react if they find out. Some of my friends know I’m gay, but they don’t know I’m into being dominated and want to be a slave – so, that can get pretty freaky if they find out. Maybe not, though – I don’t know, and that’s part of what makes me scared. But, it won’t matter much because as soon as the semester ends, I’m coming right back to Don.” Brandon intently examined the teen across from him. Jere’s face was solemn and a little troubled. Brandon reached out and gently pushed the bleached bangs up, giving them a more daring look. “You should wear your bangs pushed up like that – makes you look cuter, if that were possible.”

“Think so?” Jere smiled.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” Brandon smiled back. “That’s only if you’re going to use wax to hold your hair in place – I kind of liked the floppy look on you, too.” Brandon reached out and patted Jere on the cheek, glad to get his mind on a different subject. Before he could say anything else, Jason came back into the kitchen and asked the naked college boy to follow him.

Brandon felt his mouth go dry as he followed Jason down to the basement and found himself back in the tile room with the examination table. He found his knees suddenly turn rubbery and beads of sweat popped out all over his body.

“Hey, babe – don’t get so nervous,” Jason said, noticing Brandon’s reaction.

“I’m not,” Brandon said, his voice cracking.

“Right, and it’s normal for you to break out in a sweat and tremble like you are.”

“Okay, I’m a little nervous,” Brandon admitted. “But, who wouldn’t be?

“It’ll be fine,” Jason assured him. “I’ve seen the operation twice already. This doc is real good – he’s friendly, and he’ll make sure you’re shot full of a local so you won’t feel any pain at all.”

Brandon nodded, his lips tightly pressed together as Jason helped him up on the table. Jason lifted each of Brandon’s legs up into the stirrups, strapping them in place, leaving Brandon’s legs spread wide and his groin exposed. As he strapped Brandon down, Jason kept offering reassuring smiles to the slave. To occupy his mind, Brandon told Jason about his conversation with Jere and how the teen seemed extremely interested in what was about to happen. He went so far as to suggest that Jere’s curiosity might mean he was interested in castration for himself. Jason nodded and agreed that Brandon might be right – they’d have to wait and see what time would show. The door opened and Don entered with a tall, bearded man. Brandon assumed this was the vet who was going to perform the actual castration. He had a friendly face and friendly brown eyes.

“This is Dr. Fisher, Brandon,” Don said, introducing the vet.

Fisher nodded in a friendly way, heading straight for the bottom of the table and Brandon’s exposed balls. The waves of nervousness returned as the vet began examining Brandon’s balls – gently manipulating them as if weighing them. He gently stretched Brandon’s scrotum, careful not to pull too hard. Finally, he turned his attention to the bright pink triangle of pubic hair above Brandon’s cock.

“This looks nice,” Dr. Fisher said in admiration. “It’s clear a lot of work went into creating this patch, but I’m afraid it has to go.” He turned to Jason. “How about you shave it off so we can get the boy ready?”

“Are you sure it needs to be shaved off?” Don asked.

“Don, you know I like the patient shaved from nipples to knees – if he’s not already shaved smooth in the first place,” the vet said. Don nodded, an impish smile on his face. Suddenly Brandon realized that Don already knew the pink pubes would be shaved off for the castration. He knew the slave would never appear in the dorm showers with the pink triangle above his cock – it was another one of his tests. Receiving a nod from Don, Jason brought out the T-edger clippers and went to work removing Brandon’s remaining pubes. Even though he took his time with the clippers, the pink hair was gone in less than two minutes. Carlos, Jere, and another teen – Brandon didn’t remember him from last night– came in as Jason was spreading lather all over Brandon’s crotch.

“Aw, man – I liked the way those pubes looked,” Carlos joked.

“Really? Well, drop your pants and I’ll fix you up with a nice pink triangle all your own,” Jason laughed.

“That’s okay, man – I like mine just the way they are,” Carlos said, his right hand unconsciously moving to cover his crotch.

“You can be sure that if I ever find you tricking again, I won’t hesitate to have you strapped down and let Dr. Fisher lop off those precious balls of yours,” Don said, the amused tone in his voice tinged with a warning. Carlos turned red, stammered his excuses and ducked out of the room. Don watched him leave, then escorted Fisher from the room silently.

“What was that about?” Brandon asked in confusion.

“Well, Don is funny about some things,” Jason explained. “Don found most of them trying to sell their bodies to earn money – mostly for drugs, a couple – like Jere and his brother were just trying to earn money to get enough to eat. Things were pretty bad in their home for a while.” Jason shook his head as if the memories were unpleasant. “Anyway, Don is against drug use and them selling themselves to get drug money.”

“But, he lets them have sex here,” Brandon countered.

“Sure – everything they do here is consensual,” Jason said. “If they don’t want to do something, they don’t have to. There are a couple of guys who hang out to play the video games and don’t participate in any of the sex games. But, no one who hangs out here can use drugs or turn tricks anymore. That’s the one hard and fast rule.”

“I can’t believe Jere was tricking,” Brandon said, shocked at what he had just learned.

“Believe it,” Jason said. “It started when his mom got locked away and he and his brother were left in the care of an older step-brother. He’s the one who turned them onto it and got them both started selling a little weed for him. Don put a stop to that. The thing is, most of the guys enjoy sex and unless they have a controlled outlet, they’ll just turn back to their old habits.”

“Why am I strapped down?” Brandon asked, changing subjects abruptly.

“That’s so you don’t suddenly jerk around and cause harm to yourself,” Jason explained, rubbing Brandon’s smooth head reassuringly. “Like I said, I’ve seen the doc do a couple of castrations. Here’s how it’s going to run – he’ll start an IV line in your arm. Then, he’ll inject a pain-killer into the IV line – that will make you feel relaxed and maybe even a little drowsy.” Brandon nodded to show he understood. “Then, your whole groin is going to be coated in an antiseptic solution and then, he’ll give you several shots of lidocaine – that’s kind of like novocaine, only a little stronger. He won’t do a thing until you are totally numb down there.”

“And then what?” Brandon asked.

“Then, he’s going to put two bands on you,” Jason said, watching the slave for any signs of panic. “The first band will go as high up on your scrotum as possible – real close to your body. The other one will be placed a little lower. And then, snip-snip and it’s all over. A couple of stitches, and some bandages and you’re done.”

“Is that all there is to it?”

“Well, I simplified a little,” Jason admitted. “But, that is pretty much all there is to it. It’s pretty simple. You’ll be sore for a couple of days and that will pass pretty quickly.” Brandon went quiet for several moments and then broke out in giggles, his whole body shaking. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I am,” Brandon gasped between giggles. “It’s just that the way most people freak out if anyone even mentions castration, you’d kind of think the operation would be really complicated and maybe even a little dangerous – y’know, like open heart surgery or brain surgery or something.”

“Never thought of it like that,” Jason admitted. “But, I guess you’re right.” He patted Brandon’s face. “You’re going to be alright.”

“The other guys who showed up – they’re here to see me get nutted, right?”

“Yeah, they are,” Jason said. “Is that a problem for you? I can keep them out, if you’d prefer.”

“No, let ‘em watch,” Brandon couldn’t believe how calm he was starting to feel. His nervousness from earlier was disappearing as the time grew nearer for the operation. Maybe knowing that the other boys would be watching and that they’d be scared shitless, was making him feel less frightened.

Don and the vet returned. Dr. Fisher had changed into surgical scrubs and chatted with Brandon for a few minutes, explaining what he was going to do as he searched for a vein for the IV line. Finding a good vein, he warned Brandon to expect to feel a sharp sting as he inserted the needle. Fisher was impressed that the bald slave only winced a bit as the needle was slid into the vein. He started the saline flow, telling Brandon not to be surprised if his arm felt a little cold for a few minutes. He paused and waited to see if the young man showed signs of panic before continuing. He injected the anesthetic into the IV line and once again began chatting with his patient. It didn’t take long for the slave to begin showing signs the anesthetic was taking effect. The muscles in Brandon’s face relaxed and his speech slurred slightly. Fisher nodded happily – the young man was an excellent patient so far.

“Okay, we’re about ready to begin,” Fisher said. “Jason, why don’t you scrub up and get changed so you can help out. Oh, and tell the other boys that now’s the time to come in if they want to watch.”

Jason nodded and hurried out of the room. A few minutes later the boys began trickling in, Carlos looking a little worried – as if he might indeed be next on the padded exam table. Jere looked curious, he examined Brandon’s face for any signs of fear. Instead, Brandon winked at him and gave a lopsided grin to the young teen. Brandon was feeling light-headed and the doctor was right – he was relaxed, in fact, he was about as relaxed as he’d ever been in his life. He found it hard to keep his eyes focused and pay attention to the things going on around him. Letting his head roll to the side again, he studied the faces of the other boys standing across the room from him. Carlos kept casting his eyes to the floor and licking his lips. That other teen whose name Brandon couldn’t recall had a frightened expression on his face, too. Brandon tried to focus his eyes on the boy – he was cute in a puppy dog way with big expressive brown eyes. He chestnut hair would be curly if he didn’t wear it in such a short Ivy League style. And those freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of that upturned nose. Brandon giggled, wondering what would happen if he played connect the dots with those freckles. Maybe if they were connected they’d form a kangaroo or something. And then there was Jere – unlike the others, he didn’t seem scared or even the slightest bit nervous. He seemed eager to watch everything going on in the room. Something cold and wet across his groin brought Brandon out of his daydreams.

Glancing down towards his lower belly, Brandon saw Jason dressed in light blue scrubs liberally applying a reddish-orange liquid to his lower belly and groin. Brandon remembered Jason leaving the room, but couldn’t remember when he had come back. Noticing Brandon’s glazed eyes watching him, Jason gave the slave a wink and squeezed the boy’s cock reassuringly before stepping out of Dr. Fisher’s way.

The vet didn’t waste any time – he began injecting the lidocaine around the slave’s groin in various locations before his first injection into the exposed scrotum. Brandon barely noticed the brief sting each time the needle pierced his flesh. It didn’t take long, however, before he noticed a tingling spreading through his groin – at first, it felt like the pins and needles sensations he associated with his leg falling asleep if he sat wrong. The pins and needles quickly disappeared, replaced by nothing at all. Brandon could hear the vet’s voice calling to him as if he were far away. Whatever the man was saying, didn’t seem too important, though, and Brandon ignored it.

“Can you feel this?” Fisher repeated, touching a needle to Brandon’s scrotum. He glanced up at the slave’s face and found Brandon looking in his direction, but clearly unable to focus his eyes. Dr. Fisher jabbed the needle into another spot, a little deeper this time, and still got no response. He turned to Don. “He’s ready.”

“Do it, then,” Don said, moving to the head of the table where he stroked his slave’s smooth head, speaking soothingly to the boy.

Fisher handed Jason the Elastrator and talked the young man through placing the first band around Brandon’s scrotum. Jason’s hand shook a little as he positioned the tool as close to Brandon’s body as possible. He glanced over to the vet, who nodded his approval, before releasing the tight rubber band. Jason noticed that almost as soon as the first band was in place, Brandon’s scrotum began to turn red as the blood flow was cut off.

“Very good, Jason,” Fisher said in admiration. “Now, we’ll place the second band about an inch to an inch and a half down from the first one.” Jason already had the second band loaded onto the Elastrator tool and was ready to work it over Brandon’s scrotum when Jere stepped forward to get a better view of what was happening, his eyes shining with interest. Jason looked down at the fifteen-year-old, and suddenly realized the teen wasn’t interested in being castrated himself as Brandon had thought. The boy seemed more interested in the procedure – almost like he wanted to participate. Jason looked up to Don and gave a slight tilt of his head in Jere’s direction, his eyebrow raised quizzically. Don pursed his lips for a moment, and then nodded.

“Jere, would you like to put the second band on?” Jason asked, offering him the Elastrator.

“You’re kidding, right?” Jere’s eyes blazed with desire, and his hand was already reaching up to take the tool. Jere took the Elastrator and followed the instructions from the vet and Jason, his hand trembling slightly from excitement. He worked the stretched band over each of Brandon’s balls and into place, then looked to Jason for approval before releasing the band. When the tight band was in place, Jere just stood there staring at it in rapture. “I did it,” he finally whispered in delight.

“And you did a good job, too,” Fisher said, lifting a scalpel from the tray by his side. “This is a number eleven blade,” he told the teen, making the first incision. “With some practice, it could be you standing here one day performing the procedure.” Jere was too enthralled by what he was seeing up close to answer. He imagined his hand guiding the scalpel, slicing through the thin skin of someone’s ball sac as he prepared to take the precious eggs inside away forever. His dick was straining against his shorts, leaking juice so furiously that the front of his shorts were soon displaying a large wet spot. He didn’t care, his eyes were riveted to the sight in front of him. Jere unconsciously held his hands out to receive the severed scrotum, the testicles still inside the sac when the vet finished cutting them away. To his surprise, Dr. Fisher placed it in his hands and asked him to deposit it in the stainless steel dish on the table behind him. Jere was surprised at the weight of the amputated sac and its contents – not that it was really heavy, it was just heavier than he thought it would be. He had also expected it to be a lot warmer than it was. He guessed the sac was cooler because the bands had cut off the blood flow. Turning, he dropped Brandon’s jewels into the steel pan with a meaty thud. By the time he turned back to watch the procedure, Dr. Fisher was already swiftly closing up the incision, deftly placing sutures and pulling them tight. With the last one in place, Fisher raised his hands and stepped back, pulling his rubber gloves off with a snap.

Jason stepped up to replace Dr. Fisher and quickly went to work applying an antibiotic ointment over the incision site before padding Brandon’s groin in heavy bandages. From the bottom shelf of the cart holding Dr. Fisher’s surgical instruments, Jason produced a disposable adult diaper. He handed it to Jere and asked the teen to open it up and slide it under Brandon while he lifted the drugged slave up slightly. Jere was only too happy to help get the diaper in place and then help tape it into place. When he was finished helping Jason, Jere looked up to find Brandon’s eyes closed in sleep.

“Jason will show you where to get cleaned up,” Don said, still stroking his slave’s face. “You did a good job, Jere. I’m proud of you.” He looked up from Brandon’s placid face. “You know, if you applied yourself a little more in school you could be a vet, too. I’m sure Dr. Fisher wouldn’t mind an assistant like you.” Jere felt a swell of pride, and couldn’t help puffing out his chest a little. Maybe he would start attending more classes than he skipped. Jere had gotten Don’s message loud and clear – if he wanted to do more castrations, and he did, he’d have to do better in school. He hurried off to follow Jason to wash the flecks of Brandon’s blood from his hands.

After cleaning up, Jere sat by the side of the hospital bed he had helped Jason move Brandon into. Occasionally he’d stroke the gelded slave’s smooth head and feel his cock twitch with excitement as he remembered he was able to help castrate the small slave. He liked the feeling of placing the last band in place, and the feeling of holding Brandon’s severed balls in his hands was beyond fantastic. The feeling of helping Brandon take the last step towards his goal of being a perfect slave was intoxicating. The only thing that could possibly feel better, Jere decided, was actually taking the scalpel and doing the cutting. He sighed, if he wanted to know how wonderful that felt, he didn’t have any choice but to spend more time in class. Glancing down at Brandon’s serene face, Jere wondered if the slave would tutor him over the summer.

To be continued ….