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For James, it started out as just another day but, then he remembered that it was the 10th anniversary of his new life. He would spend the rest of the day working the baths around dozens of beautiful women. And, for James it would be just another day at work. James had been a star college football player. He was 6'4" and about 250 pounds of muscle. Girls of all sizes, shapes and colors draped themselves all over him. He was a shoo-in for a big pro football contract. That all ended the day he injured his knee in practice. He got to keep his scholarship, but the idea of pro football was over. And, when his scholarship ran out a few months later, he was out. No money, no college degree and no real education. He had majored in sex, beer and football. Now, he had no future and little hope. That is until he saw an advertisement for an overseas security job. He went to the office for an interview. A middle eastern man behind the desk looked him up and down, then invited him to sit down. "The job requires guarding my employer's most valuable property. It has a five-year contract and pays $200,000 per year. During the contract term, you will work seven days a week and all of your needs will be taken care of. The money will be paid in a lump sum at the end, tax free." And, he could renew the contract if he wanted. It sounded like a good deal. When James pressed the man, all he got were vague answers about his duties. The only straight answer was: "We are paying a lot of money for your services. You will have to make great sacrifices in this job but the money may make them worth it to you." A million bucks, tax free for five years work, double that for 10. He could be financially set for life. James took the job and signed a long contract written in intelligible language. He would regret not reading it. After that, things happened quickly. Within days, he been given a physical and got his passport and visas. Then, he was in a first class seat on a flight to the middle east. He was met at the airport and driven in a Mercedes limousine into the desert. After a couple of hours, he saw a huge palace in the distance. A short time later, the limousine pulled through a gate and stopped. He was met by a tall black man in robes. "Welcome to our home," the man said. "Follow me inside and I will explain your duties." The interior of the palace was incredibly luxurious. There was marble everywhere. It was hout outside but the air conditioning made the inside almost uncomfortably cool. The place was designed to impress and it did. He followed the man into an office with a large desk. "I am Isaac, the chief black eunuch," the man said after offering James a seat. "It isn't often that we get an American volunteering to work for me, but I am glad to have you." "What!" James shouted. "I didn't volunteer to have my balls cut off. I signed on to guard the employer's most valuable property. I want out of here." Isaac looked at him for a minute. "First, you did volunteer to become a eunuch. It's in your contract. Second, you will be guarding his most valuable property, his harem. And, third, as you probably do not know, there are two kinds of eunuchs. There are white eunuchs who guard the outside of the palace and who act as servants and assistants to the sheik. They are just deballed to ensure their loyalty. And, they never enter the harem. You will see two at the entrance, but they never go inside. "Because you are black like me, you will work inside the harem. And, just like me and all other black eunuchs, you will be clean shaven. Everything is going to be removed," Isaac explained. James jumped out of his chair. "There's no fuckin' way I'm going to let you do that. I'm leaving," he shouted. "It's not so easy," Isaac said. "In this country, breach of contract with the sheik is a capital offense. He could have your head instead of your manhood removed if you refuse. And, if he decided to kick you out, it's a long, dry walk back to the city. By the way, if you don't have a ticket home, you will be arrested as a vagrant and tossed into jail until you buy one. You really don't have much of a choice, do you. It's your cock and balls or your head." As James was taking it all in, two large white men dressed in robes and carrying swords entered the room and stood, one on each side of the door. "Go with them, we may as well get the surgery over with now, don't you think?" Isaac remarked calmly. "After a while, you won't miss your package and after all, you agreed to if for $1 million. And, oh, yes, the guards with you are eunuchs. They just have something left to pass water" He walked out of the room with one guard in front and the other following him. They walked through several doors, then went down a plain corridor that was obviously for the staff, not the owner. Finally, they walked into a well-equipped medical clinic. For the first time, one of the guards spoke: "Go into the next room, take a shower and come back here," the man said in a thick east european accent. A few minutes later, James came out. He had a towel around his waist. One of the guards grabbed it. James stood naked. The reality of what was about to happen suddenly hit him. He was about to have his penis and balls cut off. "Yeah, it is a big step and it will be worse for you than it was for us. All we lost was our balls. When our contracts are up, we can take our $500,000 and get hormone treatment. For you, well, that's not a real option," the head guard said. "Now, lay down on the table." James didn't have a choice. He lay down and his arms were strapped to the table. Then, his legs were placed in stirrups and strapped in. His manhood was exposed and in the air. Then, a man in a white coat came in. "Relax. I am Dr. Saud. I was trained in the United States and I am a board certified urologist," he said. "Once, the death rate from this surgery was very high, but I've never lost a patient. It's fairly simple surgery." Dr. Saud sat on a stool and rolled it between James's legs. He began feeling James' balls and penis. I'll give you a local. The surgery requires several stitches and you will have a catheter for a few weeks while you heal but you should be fine. It does seem such a shame to cut off such a nice set but that's what I'm paid for," he said. "After a few months, you won't miss them. It will be like they were never there." The doctor then gave James a sedative that would relax him but he would stay awake. Within a few minutes, James was floating on a valium cloud. It was dreamy but he would remember everything. "For centuries, my predecessors just had the candidate held down, then they took everything with a single slice of a special blade. I think it was barbaric. Now, we do it painlessly," the doctor said. The doctor go a surgery set and injected James with a local. Within a few minutes, he was numb. Then, the doctor got to work. James felt some pulling but that was all. "First, we cut off the scrotum as far up as I can and sew it up," the doctor said to the guards. "It's the same surgery I did for you two last year." A few seconds later, James's balls and sack were in a metal tray. James could "feel" as much as hear the stitches. Then he saw the doctor had his penis in his hands. "We have to take it as close to the abdomen as possible. The sheik doesn't want even a nub left." With that, the doctor reached for a scalpel and began working. Suddenly, James knew. He had been neutered. But, because of the tranquilizer, it didn't seem real. It seemed like forever for the doctor to complete the surgery. After a while, it was over and a gurney was brought to the side of the table. James was released and slid onto the gurney. He was taken to a hospital room and put into bed and his hands were restrained. "It's so you won't mess with the bandages," the doctor said. For the first few days, James had his meals brought to him by an older woman nurse. She fed him, gave him sponge baths, changed his bandages and gave him valium. She never said a word and was careful that he didn't see himself while the bandages were changed. Twice a day, the doctor checked in. After a week, the doctor removed the bandages and catheter and let him out of bed. It was time for a first shower. James was still sore and a bit sleepy from the drugs as he walked to the shower. He lathered up and when he reached between his legs, the reality of the situation hit him. "It won't do you any good to dwell on what was," the doctor told James as he removed the stitches. "Concentrate on what can and will be." Within a couple of days, James started training for his new career: harem guard. |