Then I began to notice haughty, dominant looking women coming into the shop accompanied by submissive, self-effacing men and being escorted to a door in the back of the shop. Once, the shop girl caught me staring at one of these strange couples as she led them, and she turned and gave me a wicked smile and a devilish twinkle in her eye. I looked away quickly and felt my cheeks burn hot with shame and embarassment. Later, as I was getting ready to leave, the shop girl came over to me and asked me if I was interested in the new items that they were selling. Then she said, "you know, we're having a special photo shoot next week and we're looking for models. The photographers from 'Castratrix Quarterly' are coming for a special shoot in celebration of the grand opening of a new facility we've installed downstairs. Do you think you might be interested?" I had quickly developed an uncontrollable erection as soon as she started talking, and I blushed hotly and became very flustered, but I managed to stammer, "yes, of course, yes, but I don't, I hope we don't, they don't, I don't want to get too involved, carried away, out of hand, you know..." The shop girl just smiled sweetly and told me not to worry and that if I just relaxed then I would probably really enjoy myself. "What kind of facility is it," I asked, although I already had a strong hunch what the answer was. "Oh, it's our new submissive male body mods salon," she said easily. "You yourself must be fully aware of how popular this lifestyle choice has become, so you see we're simply filling a need."

Next week I showed up at the appointed hour and was quickly ushered downstairs to the male body mods salon. In a trice I was stripped naked. I looked around and the room was full of proud haughty statuesque cheerful laughing women. No other men. I was quickly locked into bondage stocks. Then my genitals were shaved and handled very familiarly by a confident young woman in a white medical smock. I soon developed an uncontrollable erection which was completely exposed to the highly amused women. Continually roving around in the background was a photographer constantly photographing everything.

One of the women, in a very mocking voice, observes that I seem to be very aroused and asks me if I'd liked to be milked of my sperm. I tell her that I would rather not because that would be extremely embarassing for me in front of all these women. "You mean that you would find it embarassing to be made to shoot out all of your private male essence in front of all of us women?" "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean," I say as I struggle to escape from the bondage stocks. The stocks hold me fast, and the women laugh and taunt me as they take turns slowly manually teasing me and stroking me until I can no longer hold back and am forced to surrender to my ejaculation in front of all those women. They clap and laugh and smile and spank me on the butt as they watch all of my male essence shoot out from my bursting purple cock. I had never felt so open, so naked and exposed in my life. After the last throbs of my orgasm subsided I sagged weakly in the stocks, totally drained and exhausted by the experience. That's when I heard the clink of metal on metal as a small cart was wheeled up behind me.

"We hope you enjoyed that orgasm, little man," said one of the ladies, "because now we're going to ask you to give us one more little show for our photographic shoot." Just then I felt the sting and pinch of a hypodermic needle being jabbed into my scrotum. I well knew what kind of show they were referring to and I begged and pleaded with them not to do it to me. One of the ladies laughed and rubbed by bottom to calm me down and said. "there, there, just relax and let it happen. After all, it wouldn't be very fair to all of us here celebrating this grand opening, or to the photographers from 'Castratrix Quarterly', if we weren't able to actually put this facility to the use for which it was intended, now would it?" I could feel someone start to cut into my scrotum and I began to panic even more and to whine and whimper and beg some more for them to please not to do it to me and to let me go and to find someone else to do it to. "Just think," the same lady continued, "next month it will be you on the front cover of 'Castrarix Quarterly'! We won't show your face, of course, but we will be giving a very prominent view of your cute little butt and your freshly sewn up little scrotum!" Just then I heard the woman who was working on me between my legs say, "Ok, that's one. One down and one to go." I softly moaned, "noooooo, noooooo, please," while all the women watched and smiled and chatted and laughed as the photographer clicked steadily away.

Next month I quietly slipped into the boutique to check out the latest "Castratrix Quarterly". The shop girl spotted me and came over and picked up a copy from the rack. She looked at the photo of the naked man locked in bondage stocks on the cover, she looked at his cute butt and freshly sewn up scrotum. Then she smiled and winked at me and handed me the magazine and said, "go on, this one's free, it's on the house. Go on and take it home and enjoy yourself." On the way out I notice a new display behind the check out counter. It was a specimen jar up on a shelf with a sign saying, "our male body mods salon first official customer." I sighed as I looked at the two round pinkish white objects floating in the preserving liquid and then turned and plodded away.