Then Sunday night he surprised me. Sarge Sir put me in full leather and took me out on a leash locked to my collar. I would have thought I’d be humiliated to be seen by my neighbors being walked in public like a dog. But no, instead I felt myself bursting with pride.

We ended up in the meat market district on the West Side waterfront where the old leather bars used to be. Today the area is fast changing into New York’s trendiest neighborhood of hot hotels, hotter chic restaurants and the hottest clubs ‘du moment’. I stuck out as a six and a half-foot tall leather dildo being led on a leash with all the glitterrati buzzing about us. I never felt happier or more secure.

Sarge Sir took me to an old warehouse where a dozen other Masters and many more slave holes were gathered. Most of the holes were chained up available for cock use. Eventually after it seemed that every Master had gotten a chance to use every hole, we slaves were all collected into a single cage at the center of the large room. Stripped naked, we were taken out one by one and heavy chain collars welded closed around our necks. Then each of us was selected and finally taken by one of the Masters.

I was happy that Sarge Sir picked me. He stepped up onto the center stage and under the bright spotlights gave me a curt order to kneel and worship his boots. I immediately dived into making love to his feet. Satisfied that I was properly attending to my duties, he addressed the crowd. His message was my dream come true. He told the Masters that they had just acquired a slave that was their property for the rest of its life.

The party broke up and Sarge Sir took me back to his home. He spent the night enjoying use of my holes and let me fall asleep around dawn. After less than two hours he woke me up, threw me under an ice water shower and had me put on my bottom sex attire I was wearing when he took me Friday night. He sent me out with my new chain collar and told me to return to the warehouse on Friday at 10:00 PM SHARP.

The chain links of my collar were so big that everyone in my very straight bank branch middle management job could see them through my business clothes and whispered about me all week. My initial reaction was total embarrassment. The week was a tortuous roller coaster of emotional ups and downs as my resolve wavered between extremes of fear and desire.

I made it to Friday evening and showed up at his sex club on time. I entered the building and saw that the night’s entertainment was well underway with most slaves already put into some kind of bondage. I saw my Master and eagerly went over to him. He gave me a sharp glance and I instinctively knew I had to assume the most extreme submissive position. So I threw myself on my stomach and crawled over to his feet.

Sarge Sir lifted his right boot and placed it on my head while I licked and made love to his other boot. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back. He clipped his leash onto my collar and drew me up so my mouth was massaging his leather bound cock. He told me to get his man tool out and I was able to use my mouth to release his cock and took the full length of it down into my throat.

We spent the night with me leashed on my knees or stomach while he chatted with his Master buddies. Sarge Sir is a very generous man and shared my mouth with a few of his buddies’ cocks that night. He even put me up on the stage for a show of me being fucked by one big man with a cock that seemed to be the size of my forearm. I got the loudest applause of the night. When he took me back, he told me how proud he was of me and that we would each fulfill each other’s fondest dreams.

Near the end of the night before he took me back home with him, Sarge Sir dropped the big bomb. As his property, he mentioned I would be modified in many ways to serve his use, including being castrated. For the rest of my life I would be owned as his eunuch slave to provide his pleasure and comfort. I never felt such a powerful sense of completion before as I did then.

His eyes bore into mine like laser beams and he said that it was my moment of no return. He insisted I must specifically acknowledge agreement to surrendering my life into his control as his property with full consent to be modified at his sole choice and discretion. As I agreed to his ownership of me, I felt the oppressive weight of my freedom lifted away and a new sense of the freedom of my slavery fill me.

With a smile that went from sea to shining sea, Sarge Sir pulled me back up onto the stage and announced to the room that he had just accepted me to become his newest eunuch. The crowd burst into applause and I was so happy to have made him happy. It was the greatest moment of my life.

He shackled me to the column in the middle of the stage and taking out an electric barber clipper, rounded the buzzing tool all across my head removing every hair including my moustache, eyebrows and eyelashes. Then he ran the clippers over my chest, arms and legs until every hair was removed from my body. Displayed there hairless under the spotlights, I looked exactly like what I was. Two holes for a man’s cock to own, possess, use, modify and enjoy.

Sarge Sir took me home with him again and he spent another weekend using me for his sexual pleasure, except this time it felt more real than ever before. Monday morning he woke me up again at 7:00 AM after less than two hours sleep, but this time took me straight into his bathroom.

He slathered me over completely head to toe with some kind of cream. After about a half-hour, he put me under a hot shower and washed the cream off my body. After he had toweled me dry, I realized that the cream had dissolved every hair follicle off my body down to the roots. Running my hands over myself felt like the smoothest silk. Then he wiped me down with some kind of stinging wet stuff and let it dry on me.

After I was fully dried with my skin still tingling, he had me put on my whore sex clothes again and sent me back out to go to work as usual for the week. I was under his orders to return again on Friday to the warehouse, naked except for the permanent chain collar.

I got back to my apartment and dressed for work, deciding to wear my best Italian silk suit I had bought at the top men's fashion department store annual warehouse sale in January. Once I was fully dressed for work, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on my bedroom door and saw a hairless head in a sharp suit. I realized I was a freak but really liked the way I looked, even though I knew no one else at my job would.

I arrived at work about 15 minutes early as always and went to the lounge where everyone always gathered before the bank branch's doors opened for business at 9:00 AM. The bustling currents of conversation went mute the moment I walked in and every eye turned onto me. I had a moment with my stomach churning and my heart in my mouth that passed quickly. In that instant I knew that my old life had died and my destiny had been born. And in my amazement, I understood that I not only didn’t care what they thought anymore, but I was proud to show my real self off finally after a lifetime of hiding it away.

So I went to the coffeepot, poured myself a cup and asked a group of my friends if I could join them at their table. There were some hesitant mumbled OK’s and more heads ducked away. The group of them all excused themselves and left quickly. For the rest of the day I felt like a Ringling Brothers Circus clown in front of the US Supreme Court. The bank’s customers came in to do their business and stayed, trying not to be obvious gawking at me. Finally the long day ended and I went home.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. I was kept up with a confusing mix of emotional turmoil. Conflicted feelings of happiness, panicking, elation, worry, humiliation, pride and fear all tore me apart. The next morning was Tuesday. I dressed myself in my most conservative Brooks Brothers suit. My hairless head probably looked even more ridiculous in it, but its familiarity gave me a small bit of confidence.

I arrived at the bank 20 minutes before opening. When the guard unlocked the door for me, he said that the manager wanted to see me immediately. I went straight into his office and in the instant he looked up and saw me, I knew my fate from the anger and revulsion that swept across his face. The manager took a second to compose himself and told me to shut the door to the office. He then blasted into me and launched into a tirade about how every employee of the bank and most of all its officers, had a responsibility and absolute obligation to meet its standards of respectability and responsibility.

He said that whatever I thought I was doing, that the bank could not tolerate such bizarre pervert freaks representing it. What I had done to myself was far beyond the bank’s limits of tolerance. He told me that after my years of reliable service, how difficult it was for him that he was obligated to inform me that my employment was terminated immediately. Then he buzzed outside with two armed uniformed guards immediately entering the office and I was quickly escorted outside the bank’s doors with the bum's rush.

I spent the time until Friday watching TV, reading, sulking and a lot of pleasure from looking at my newly hairless naked body in the mirror. I decided that as long as I was burning bridges, I would burn all of them to cut off any chance of retreat. So I shoved $5,000 worth of designer suits, dress shirts, ties and dress shoes down into the compactor chute of my building. When I was done purging most of my straight life wardrobe, all I had left was the one slick Italian silk suit and all my faggot clothing which I wore from then on.

It was a brutally humid July Thursday in NYC with the temperature hitting 99 degrees Fahrenheit. I had to go into Midtown to take care of some business and took the subway that is always 10 - 30 degrees hotter. All I wore on my hairless body were a pair of skimpy tight leather shorts that highlighted my basket for what I knew would soon be my genital swan song, a leather vest, combat boots. I also of course wore the heavy welded chain collar that announced my new status to the world. The sweat poured out from me like Niagara Falls.

I ended uptown during the lunch hour and ran into a few colleagues and friends. Most of them were so shocked that they were speechless and ran away from me. Two asked me what I thought I was doing. My courage and pride in the new life I was entering bubbled up and took over. I told them both that a man had taken ownership of me and would soon be castrating me to keep as his eunuch sex slave.

One said I was nuts and the other called me a disgusting pervert. To both I agreed with them and added that I had never been happier. At that point I was pissed off at their narrow-minded attitudes and quickly threw in that my new job servicing men’s cocks with my two holes would be much more enjoyable I told them that getting my holes filled would be much more rewarding and enjoyable than filling forms. I suggested that if they wanted my owner’s number, they could call him and work out a deal to use me. They sure didn’t expect that response and beat a hasty retreat.

Over the next day, I had a dozen calls from people who just said they were calling to say hello but were really digging up my dirt. I told everyone that I had been fired and had already taken a new trainee position to be a man’s eunuch slave. I offered that I’d be glad to ask my owner for them to attend my castration if they’d like to see my balls cut off. Their reactions filled the spectrum from hatred to horror to panic.

Finally, Friday night came up and it was time to report to Sarge Sir. I was honestly very nervous because he had ordered me to go to work as normal every day but I had been fired Tuesday morning. For that he informed me I would be punished severely for disobeying orders. The fact that it was involuntary he considered irrelevant.

Sarge Sir was however very satisfied with how I handled myself after being fired from the job. He approved of my disposal of my straight clothing although I would be punished more for destroying his property without his permission.

He was particularly pleased with my telling people about him taking ownership and ultimate plans for my castration. He said that me being his eunuch slave would be my public identity. I know I had satisfied him because that weekend he had almost no time when his cock wasn’t plunged into my mouth or asshole.

When Monday morning came I had no outside job to go to, he kept me from then on. He gave me a few more wash downs with the stinging solution he had used before. After the fourth time, my body hair stopped growing. The solution had penetrated down into and killed every hair follicle on my body making me hairless for life. That was the next permanent change he had made in his lifetime plan for modifying me.

Later that night when he was ready to take me out the Master and slave club, Sarge Sir gave me the first piece of clothing he would have me wear. It was a pair of leather breeches with a clear Lucite codpiece and a zipper up the back. I was to wear them as advertising as what was to come after they would go. He also had some T-shirts made for me that said “eunuch”.

On the street I always had to have a bikini bottom covering my basket displayed in the Lucite "show window".

End of Chapter 2