The Grand Master's Plan: Chapter Four

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The Grand Master’s Plan: Chapter Four

	Gary caught glimpses of the beach as they drove north along 
the Pacific Coast Highway after pulling off of Sunset Boulevard. He 
began to wonder why they had taken this route back to the valley – 
it was the long way home. Mike gently touched a knob on the stereo 
and the CD player came to life with Sam Cooke’s voice mellifluously 
filling the Mercedes with the blues. Gary settled back into the 
black leather, inhaling the its luxurious rich oily smell, and a 
profound mood of resignation filled him. He wondered if Samantha 
would have developed the pictures by now, and he imagined her 
mailing them anonymously to his boss, his parents, and the few 
people he considered their mutual friends. It no longer mattered. 
He suddenly laughed out loud as they rounded a corner on the 
highway and a brilliant ocean vista opened up before them. Surfers 
bobbed on the water below just beyond the kelp beds waiting for a 
last big wave before calling it a day, the sun glinted on the water 
like a slick mercurial swath of molten radiance, sea birds wheeled 
in throngs before the breaking surge on the shore. Gary laughed and 
shook his head at his own preposterousness. He recalled an English 
barmaid asking him three years ago in a Manchester pub if he 
was ‘fancy free?’ – he had never heard the collocation before and 
had nodded. He now realized that he hadn’t understood her at all 
and felt a pang of remorse as he thought of how he could have 
gotten to know her a lot better. His life seemed one blurry, 
nebulous, and frothy encounter after another, a long chaotic string 
of Pythagorean lust triangles pulled by some puppet master beyond 
the curtain of Oz. He laughed at his epiphany, the vision of his 
failure as a ‘man’.
	“What’s so funny?” Mike put his hand on Gary’s lap and 
squeezed.
	“Oh, just everything… everything is so funny now. Where are 
we going?” Gary saw the beach parking lots starting to empty. The 
weekend was over. 
	“I have to go to work tomorrow. We’re going home. I have 
another place in Santa Barbara and we’ll be staying there for the 
next four days until I finish a job I have with Mobil. Don’t worry 
there is a rose garden there too. I think I’ll be putting that 
place in the valley up on the market soon anyway. Was going to 
continue renting it out but the last riff raff I rented to trashed 
the place and I had to do a lot of work on it to bring it back to 
being habitable again.” Mike sang along with Sam Cooke to ‘Fool’s 
Paradise’ and Gary sat silently listening as he took in the coastal 
scenery.
	Mike’s place in Santa Barbara was a beautiful Craftsman 
style home fenced in on half an acre of shady garden. Gary couldn’t 
believe a commercial diver could afford such a beautiful home and 
thought that Mike must have inherited it as the black wrought iron 
gate opened up and they pulled into the driveway and then into the 
coach house style garage. The place seemed to have been furnished 
and decorated by someone with a love of Byzantine and the macabre. 
The rooms had huge windows but they were shuttered so that light 
fell though dimly, murals of angels haunted the dark recesses of 
the high ceilings and curious portraits and statuary of half-human 
and half-beast mythological mutants stared at Gary like the 
guardians of Mike’s realm. He had the feeling that he had just set 
foot on the island of Doctor Moreau. 
	“You like art?” Gary couldn’t think of what else to say 
when he noticed Mike awaiting his reaction. Mike nodded stiffly and 
waved Gary through the living room towards the rear of the house. A 
ghostly thin white cat appeared from a stairwell off the kitchen 
that led up to the second floor. It stared at Gary curiously and 
then padded slowly across to him and rubbed against his leg.
	“Basset. She is the only straight female I allow in my 
house. She likes you Gary.” Mike smiled and pulled the vertical 
blinds of the glass sliding door that opened up onto the back yard. 
Gary looked out onto a stone patio and shaded lawn surrounded by 
English style garden, a little boy fountain tinkled away in the 
center of the lawn. Gary grinned.
	“You must be tired? I’ll show you our bedroom upstairs and 
let you change and wash up. I should have let you get some of your 
things at your apartment but I think that some of Patty’s old boy 
clothing might fit you? Otherwise you can go naked…” Mike laughed 
teasingly as Gary was led upstairs to the bedroom. It was painted a 
dark antique scorched orange and the bed was the most prominent 
feature. A king sized Mission bed surrounded by an odd assortment 
of trunks, dressers, and a curious hulking Chinese medicine 
cabinet. Mike opened one of the dresser drawers and tossed what 
looked like ladies underwear on the bed. “You can try these on 
then… don’t be shy now, there’s only you and I.” Mike watched as 
Gary inspected the pair of sheer panties and white silky dress 
slip. “Don’t tell me that you’ve never tried on any of your 
girlfriend’s undies before? Try them on after you shave and shower –
 actually I think I want your whole body shaved tonight. I’ll be in 
the bathroom to help you out in a minute.” Mike ignored Gary’s 
worried and chapfallen look and went back downstairs after pointing 
out the bathroom door.

	“The water is really hot don’t you think?” Gary was 
standing in the large shower cubicle blinking through the steam at 
Mike lathering him up.
	“It makes it easier to shave – that’s why the barbers 
always do the hot towel thing. You are going to like how you feel 
once you’ve been shaved all over. Don’t worry, I’m not touching the 
hair on your head! That whole ‘bald’ thing you saw before was Jack 
and Jimmy’s idea. I like your hair just the way it is sweetie.” 
Mike slapped Gary’s ass and began shaving his butt and the back of 
his legs. Soon Gary stood completely smooth and slick. Shampoo 
lather flowed down his chest unhindered by the forest of hairs that 
had previously obstructed its rapid descent. Gary touched his 
nipples and then felt his inner thighs and buttocks. His skin 
wasn’t only smooth, its texture was reminiscent of Samantha, and 
soon Gary was engrossed in examining himself. He realized that he 
had changed somewhat since his first session with Mike, he felt a 
slight padding and puffiness around his thighs and hips and his 
butt did seem a little rounder or fuller feeling. He began thinking 
that he shouldn’t have quit his gym membership after all. It was 
uncanny though, the strange new soft feeling, the alluring new 
flesh that covered him, making him feel ‘fancy free’.
	“Oh, you are so gorgeous Gary boy! Look at your ass – just 
feel that fucking sensuous little boy bottom.” Mike pressed himself 
against Gary from behind as they were both sprayed by the hot 
water. He swayed with Gary in his arms; caressing his boy, cupping 
Gary’s chest and sizing up the tiny breasts that were developing. 
Gary felt hair against his body for the first time that he could 
remember since being a child wrestling his father on a summer day 
out on the grass. It felt different, someone else’s hairy body 
against his own. He felt a strange rush of exhilaration and he 
breathed in quickly as Mike’s hand slid down his wet stomach and 
stroked his genitals. He was excited but even as Mike began to rub 
his dick with insistence it sent surges of strange subdued pleasure 
through his body and remained soft for a long time, becoming only 
party turgid once he began to feel Mike massaging his ass with his 
swollen cock. He felt as though he were about to swoon into Mike’s 
embrace and open up like a flower under the relentless touches that 
were prying open his manhood and shucking it like an oyster.
	“That’s it… relax baby… you’re my boy now. Let go and just 
ease into it – you can feel yourself slipping like you are flowing 
down a river. You can feel it sweeping you away – just go with that 
river and let it take you to the sea. The shining sea where you 
swim like a little boy – free.” Mike eased himself into Gary and 
massaged his boy’s nipples as he gently slid himself in and out of 
the completely docile slave. He was tempted to squeeze and crush 
Gary’s testicles in the heat of his passion as he felt himself 
going deeper and deeper into his slave but he held back. He needed 
to allow the mantle of passivity settle permanently, cloaking and 
smothering Gary’s previous sexual patterning and behavior, plying 
and sensitizing the hidden potential of femininity that resided in 
him. Mike matched Gary’s breathing and synchronized the motion of 
their bodies, feeling every contraction and quiver of muscle 
within, and aligning Gary’s orgasm to his own. He felt Gary try to 
reassert control and shift himself to thrust against him and 
quickly brought Gary back under his reigns, he bridled his slave 
deftly, and soon he felt the simultaneous release pulse through 
both of them as they climaxed together. Gary was almost silent now, 
his mouth open slightly, tongue pressed against his upper teeth. He 
felt a strange wall, a barrier that felt almost physical in his 
brain, a strange sense of cooling around his forehead and a soft 
sinking pushiness encased him like gauze. He realized that he 
hadn’t thrusted his pelvis once, that he had remained calm and 
almost sedate, and yet had felt a more prolonged and powerful 
orgasm than he had ever felt before. Gary felt as if some odd 
intruder had awakened in him, as though some strange hitchhiker 
within had suddenly spoken up and taken hold of the wheel. He felt 
weak from the intensity of this feeling and as they toweled each 
other off he could only think of lying down and closing his eyes to 
get over the sexual vertigo that was spinning his head. He returned 
to the bedroom and slowly slipped the white satin panties up his 
smooth legs until they hugged his hips snuggly. 
	“You better tuck in those nuts.” Mike cupped Gary’s crotch 
and gently pushed both testicles up into the hidden recess above 
his slave’s pubic bone. He flicked his finger back and forth 
playfully across Gary’s soft dick behind its sheer covering and 
helped him put on the slip. It hung so that the panty crotch could 
still be seen at the hem. Mike looked him up and down and smiled 
and then brought him a phone so that Gary could call in sick. Mike 
left him spread out on the bed with the telephone and went back 
downstairs to his office to study a stack of oilrig schematics in 
preparation for his next job. When he returned to the bedroom hours 
later Basset had curled up next to Gary and both were asleep. He 
eased himself into bed and turned out the light.
	“I left a grocery list and some cash on the counter. If you 
need anything else just call me at the number I left you. Don’t 
forget to feed Basset!” Mike kissed Gary and began loading his 
diving gear into an old Dodge pickup equipped with roller bars in 
the garage next to his Mercedes. “Bye.” He said as he pulled out 
onto the driveway. The door closed and Gary returned to the house. 
He had four days to spend alone with a cat. He tugged at the 
stainless steel chastity belt that had been strapped on him by Mike 
and tried to readjust his dick so that it would point downward a 
bit more comfortably. He worried about getting hard with this belt 
on because it didn’t protrude like the other one had, instead it 
kept the penis tucked downward close to his body. Mike had left him 
some baggy trousers that concealed the cup well so that he could go 
out in public without attracting attention. Gary looked the grocery 
list over and counted out the money and then went outside to take a 
closer look at the pissing boy fountain. Basset followed him out 
into the back yard and sat lazily under the shade of the patio 
table. Gary would have to call into work again to notify them of 
his resignation as Mike had told him to do. His fingers hovered 
over the dial pad of the cordless phone as he sat out on the patio 
having a staring contest with the cat. His life had come to this 
now. He was a pet.
	He talked to Rita, the busy body claims manager, and it was 
over. He sighed and went into the kitchen in search of beer. He 
spent the morning wandering around Mike’s house exploring all of 
the nooks and crannies. It made him recall a time when he was eight 
years old and he’d been left alone at his aunt’s creepy old 
Victorian house in New Jersey to amuse himself while the adults had 
gone to his uncle’s funeral. He had snooped into every drawer and 
closet expecting to find something that would explain his aunt and 
uncle’s lives to him. In the end they had only proven themselves 
enigmas, devoid of any skeletons in their closets, with the 
exception of his aunt’s pessary.
	Gary started in the office on the ground floor, a room full 
of oceanographic charts and maps. A computer sat silently humming 
with the monitor shut down, underwater welding accessories were 
strewn in a heap on the floor, file cabinets, book shelves full of 
guide books, diving manuals, regulatory dossiers published by 
petroleum companies, and a plethora of other titles to do with 
nautical issues from Jacques Cousteau’s biography to salvaging 
downed military avionics in deep pelagic waters. He fingered 
through a guide book on diving Australia’s Great Barrier Reef and 
decided to give it further attention because of the copious notes 
in the margins and odd memorabilia Mike had used to mark his pages 
with. He sauntered out of the office with the book and went around 
through the living room, dining room, and den examining Mike’s art 
collection as he went. He ran his hands over a curious floor 
standing statue sculpted from some sort of poured stone material 
covered in a bronze patina. It stood almost to his shoulders and 
was of a squat muscular male body with the head of a donkey or a 
mule. As he examined the groin area of the figure he saw that it 
was indeed a mule man by the empty little pouch hanging beneath the 
jutting phallus. It was unsettling to him and yet he liked it 
because it had been so well executed by the artist and was well 
rendered and true to life. It made him think of  ‘A Midsummer 
Night’s Dream’ and he smiled.
	Gary went upstairs next, opening the other bedroom doors 
and finding rooms that had been decorated around the darker themes 
and fairytales of The Brother’s Grimm. They were all dark and 
Teutonic compared to Mike’s own glowingly warm and almost mandarin 
bedchamber. He couldn’t find any sex toys in any of the rooms and 
wondered if Mike only did his torture sessions at his other house 
in the valley until he came to the last door at the far end of the 
hall next to the guest bathroom. It was locked. He looked at the 
keys on the ring that Mike had left him with but none of them 
matched. He gave the handle one last try and then descended again 
to the living room where he’d found a few photo albums under an end 
table. He would look through those in an attempt to assuage his 
building curiosity about the locked room. As he flipped through the 
photo albums he saw pictures of Mike with a young man who could 
have been an Olympic swimmer – in some shots at beaches, or next to 
pools, and on a sailboat. As the photos progressed through what 
seemed a period of a year the young man began to change and become 
more boyish, slighter, fairer, and softer featured, until at last 
Gary recognized Patty.  It was a catalogue of Patty’s journey into 
eunuchhood and it ended with a group shot of Mike, Patty, Pete, 
Tommy, Doug and another boy, Toni, Sue, and another male couple all 
standing on a black sand beach reminiscent of Hawaii. Most of the 
photos were quite touching and some were humorous. Gary flipped 
through them all again, amazed at how well Mike had documented 
Patty’s transformation. The second photo album was a mixed bag of 
travel photos, underwater photos, gay pride parade photos, and 
photos of Mike with other men in bars and at parties when he was 
younger. Gary flipped through the last few empty pages and then 
froze when he saw a picture that made the hair on his neck bristle.
	“Holy fuck?” Gary felt a chill run through his body. Basset 
gave him a startled questioning gaze and then settled down again on 
the dry blood colored Ottoman. Gary took the photo out from behind 
the protective plastic cover and turned it over to see if anything 
had been written on the back. A date stamp from the film 
processor’s that said it had been developed four months ago.  He 
turned it over again in his shaking hand and looked at himself 
eating an ice cream cone at a Creamery in West Hollywood with a 
girl who’d been a one-night stand. He looked at the girl closely 
and noticed her looking right into the camera as he was licking the 
rim of his cone to prevent the melting ice cream from running down 
onto his fingers. It all came back to him like dejavu. He tried to 
remember her name but only recalled her first name ‘Lia’; her last 
name had been some long Greek run on that had been impossible to 
word at any great speed. He stared at her eyes in the photo and 
found it hard to believe as he saw the unmistakable gesture of her 
free hand. It was pointing right at him as he sat unwittingly 
eating double chocolate chunk.
	“Lia… Lia, Lia, Lia. What have you done.” Gary was numb. He 
tried to remember every detail he could about meeting her but only 
remembered being plastered at the club and being egged on by a 
total stranger to ‘go for it’ when she had approached him for a 
dance. He had spent the night at her place and sex had been rather 
good by a conservative measure. Then Gary remembered it; she had 
talked to someone on the phone in the morning while sitting on the 
toilet for a long time, emerging from her sequestered call on a 
mission to have ice cream at ‘a great little place on the corner’. 
Gary began to wonder what sort of stalkers or kidnappers he’d 
fallen in league with when suddenly the phone rang eerily as if on 
cue. He went out to the kitchen and picked it up.
	“Gary how is everything? Just checking up on you to see 
that you haven’t run away.” Mike chuckled, “I will be suiting up 
out here soon and just remembered that I’m expecting a package this 
afternoon – please be there to sign for it. If you get bored you 
can always call Pete – his number is on the back of the grocery 
list.” 
	Gary didn’t mention the photo and asked a few questions 
about Mike’s dive before Mike had to go. It took all of his will 
power to not blurt out that he’d found the photo. Gary began 
pondering the odd chance that it had just been a freakish 
coincidence that Mike knew the girl somehow and had garnered the 
photo from her after having met him for the first time at the Grand 
Master’s – but there was the glaring issue of the pointing hand. A 
hand that resembled in position and posture, the hand of 
Michaelangelo’s ‘Creation of Adam’, it was a hand fraught with 
future accusation, a cursed hand, a hand of expulsion. 
	The package arrived late in the afternoon, Gary had 
returned in time from shopping; the trip had cleared his mind of 
Lia. He read the packing slip and wondered what Mike had ordered 
from a company that was listed as ‘Pfizer’. There was no other 
indication of the contents and the courier had come and gone so 
quickly that Gary thought it was as if a bomb had been delivered. 
He set it down on Mike’s desk and went up to crash on the bed. He 
felt lethargic and listless and so he had a nap. Basset woke him by 
pawing his chest and nosing up to his face – she was hungry. He got 
up feeling odd. He felt his inner thighs again, his chastity belt 
had rubbed them but they seemed even more sensitive than normal and 
he felt warm and kind of flushed. He looked at his caged limp penis 
and balls and started pining for Mike to get back and release him. 
The days passed slowly and despite Gary’s previous dreams of 
wanting to just quit his job and live a life of hedonistic 
debauchery it now seemed rather dull. He read through some of the 
books he found on the shelves and retraced Mike’s journeys and 
diving adventures and also discovered Mike’s stash of pornographic 
video and some underwater film footage shot around the world. Gary 
began to notice though that the videos didn’t seem to arouse him 
and that his morning erections weren’t as long lasting or hard as 
they had been a few weeks ago. He thought that it must be his 
body’s adaptation to wearing the chastity belt. It was really 
discomforting and annoying and as the days went by it seemed that 
his thighs and pubic mound were beginning to constrict the device 
even more. He began to wonder if he was getting fat without 
exercising at the gym as he usually did every day. He’d have to cut 
back on his eating. 

	“So did you miss me?” Mike arrived on the evening of the 
fourth day. Gary was satellite surfing through channels. Startled 
by the voice from the kitchen doorway he got up right away and went 
to see his Master. Mike looked him up and down and then pulled Gary 
into a tight embrace and kissed him.
	“I’m going stir crazy. I thought that you had abandoned me 
here! The chastity belt is driving me crazy and its starting to 
chaff my legs.” Gary fished out the remains of the Thai food he’d 
had delivered earlier thinking that Mike would be home for dinner.
	“That’s alright I ate already down at the marina. I’m more 
interested in seeing how my little slave boy performs for me. I 
couldn’t help but think about your ass all the way home, and every 
bump on the road got me harder and harder. Go upstairs and get 
naked. I’ll be up in a minute.” Mike disappeared into his office 
after opening a beer. Gary couldn’t wait to get the chastity belt 
off and as he thought about it he started to get a little hard.
	Mike appeared moments later, “Wow you look like you still 
have a little hard on! I can’t believe that you still have the urge 
to fuck but we’ll soon fix that…” Mike took out his key chain and 
released Gary from the constrictions of the device. He examined the 
pink bruising on Gary’s soft inner thighs and gave the skin a light 
touch, teasing Gary’s partially erect dick. He prevented Gary from 
touching himself and then told him to get up off the bed and turn 
around slowly so that he could look at him. Gary had started to 
develop an androgynous physique. Mike took a ruler out of his back 
pants pocket and measured his slave’s dick.
	“Is that as hard as you can get? That’s better. I think 
that you lost an inch somewhere…” Mike toyed with him and laughed 
at Gary’s look of shock and dismay. “Just kidding… you still have 
six inches but that is a bit too big for a boy don’t you think? I 
think we have to get you prepped for the big party at Jack’s on 
Saturday.” Mike slapped Gary’s bare ass and then pulled him by his 
dick closer so that he could blindfold him. 
	“What’s this for? Where are we going?” Gary was being led 
down the hall.
	Mike’s voice echoed against the hardwood floor 
ominously, “You didn’t go into Bluebeard’s closet now did you? I 
don’t think that you could find the key but I know that you must 
have looked for it like a naughty little boy?”
	“I tried the door and it was locked.” Gary began thinking 
of the photograph again and he was tempted to pull off the 
blindfold as he heard the key in the lock and then a gust of cool 
air. He smelled incense and felt a rubbery soft floor covering 
under his bare feet. He heard the door click shut behind him.
	“Can I take off the blindfold? No!” Gary was forced down 
onto a kind of modified inclined pressing bench and he felt himself 
being strapped in by the hands and feet. He heard Mike tell him 
that he would return and heard the door open and close again. He 
waited for what seemed to be half an hour and then suddenly 
something wet touched the head of his dick. He jumped and pulled on 
the restraints, his heart pounded double time, and he called out 
Mike’s name but got no response. The wetness engulfed his penis and 
he realized that it was a mouth. He was stunned and he began 
spinning off all sorts of wild suppositions, thinking that Mike had 
tricked him, that there was someone else in the room, that there 
had been someone else in the house secretly the whole time that he 
had been here.
	“Mike this isn’t funny! Come on now… shit – who is this?” 
Gary felt his dick getting hard against his will as it was being 
sucked. He started to feel nauseous from the anxiety of not knowing 
what was happening and who was doing this to him. The mouth played 
with him almost to the verge of ejaculation and then withdrew 
leaving him throbbing and in a state of confused sexual anxiety. He 
struggled in his restraints but it was useless. “Master? Master I’m 
sorry I forgot the first rule… please remove the blindfold!” He 
heard the door again and then Mike’s familiar foot falls. He felt 
something cold and wet against his scrotum, a rubbing sensation, 
and then the unmistakable feeling of a syringe.
	“Just wait here and I’ll be back for you in an hour.” 
Mike’s voice sounded mechanical, clinical, and almost terse. Gary 
felt a surge of anger coming over him and he struggled to loosen 
the blindfold by rubbing his head against the back of the bench but 
it wouldn’t budge. Then he felt a wave of relaxation, a cooling of 
his anger, his hard on seemed to vanish and he felt warm all over. 
His thoughts shifted back to his need for sexual release and he 
began thinking about the mouth, he imagined Mike kneeling down and 
sucking him and it excited him. The hour passed and he heard the 
door open.
	“That’s better. I see you’ve calmed down now and have 
learned rule number three. Patience! If you’ve waited for me for 
four days what are a few more hours?” Mike laughed and then 
squeezed Gary’s penis. It had softened and felt cool to the 
touch. “How do you feel now?” Mike touched Gary’s nipples as if 
testing them for spring.
	“Kind of strange and spacey. What was that? Didn’t you give 
me another shot of that blocking drug?” Gary took a deep breath and 
sighed as if he were releasing a breath of pot smoke. He’d never 
done drugs before but imagined that he felt as close to being 
stoned now, as he’d ever be. His thoughts seemed confused and his 
emotions were hovering between tears and elation. 
	“Just thought that you’d like to see how a girl feels when 
she gets excited? I knew that your stubborn male ego wouldn’t allow 
you to speak up for yourself and ask me to give you a shot of 
estrogen so I just went ahead and did it. So how does it feel? 
Isn’t so bad as you thought? Don’t worry it is just enough to give 
you a temporary joy ride.” Mike felt Gary’s soft legs and then 
pushed back on the bench, tilting Gary backwards so that his ass 
became more vulnerable. He felt Mike’s lubricated finger enter him 
and massage him. He tightened up and felt a rush of pleasure. 
	“I feel so… oh… yesss…” Gary moaned.
	“Thought you’d like it. Now you know rules one, two, and 
three. Isn’t rule three worth waiting for? I think you’re ready 
now – let’s remove the blindfold.” Mike pulled it off and Gary 
blinked and squinted. The room was almost as large as the master 
bedroom and it was painted black. A kind of shrine that made Gary 
think of Shinto was set up atop an open-faced cabinet that 
contained an assortment of fetishistic items. The shrine’s most 
gruesome feature was two jars inside which undoubtedly sat pairs of 
testicles. A photo of Patty as a man sat behind one of the jars and 
behind the other was a photo of a young Latino man wearing a 
goatee. The shrine was adorned with dried roses and strange Chinese 
figurines, jars, and an odd assortment of condoms. Gary suddenly 
shifted his head to the far end of the room where sitting on a 
saddle bench, like the one he’d seen at Pete’s, was Sue. She was 
dressed in her dominatrix outfit and grinning. “Did I frighten you 
sissy? Scared of a woman’s tongue on you little dinky-winky? Can’t 
take being drained by an ice witch like me?” Sue cackled and then 
clapped her leather-gloved hands together signaling the next stage 
of the session to begin. Mike leaned over Gary and gave him a kiss 
and then left the room.
	“Thought you were going to have your Master tonight didn’t 
you? Fooled ya!” Sue grabbed a riding crop from the fetish cabinet 
and gave Gary a swift sharp crack with it across his inner thigh 
and then across one of his nipples. He screamed out and squirmed as 
the pain nagged him to try to reach and soothe his aggravated 
flesh. “Ooh… sensitive little man aren’t we? Not such a big tough 
macho prick anymore? I like your new look. I like to see the little 
girl that men hide deep inside themselves brought to the surface 
and exposed. Personally I think every man should get a taste of 
femdom just to see what he’re missing. I bet you want me to suck 
your little prick again now don’t you? I will if you just ask me 
to… but it comes with a price.”
	“So it was you… I was so freaked out!” Gary couldn’t think 
about sex with his body still stinging from the whipping and he 
just sat trying to look down at himself.
	“You don’t want a blowjob? Bet you haven’t had one since… 
your girlfriend did you last? Do you like women’s lips around your 
prick? Does it turn you on sugar? Just ask and I’ll help you out 
because I’m so willing to please…” Sue tapped his balls lightly 
with the crop and paced around him like an interrogator.
	“My Master might not approve…” Gary eyed the crop nervously 
and gritted his teeth, afraid of its bite.
	“Your Master wants me to train you as I see fit so you are 
now completely under my domination and control for the next hour 
honey bumpkins… and right now I say you need some satisfaction and 
gratification. You need the kind of lovin’ that only a lady can 
provide now don’t you?” Sue licked her lips and purred like Cat 
Woman.
	“Wait a minute – what’s the price you mentioned?”
	“You’re a smart little boy aren’t you? Ok, I’ll give you a 
blowjob and put you into seventh heaven if I can fuck you up the 
ass and give you just one more little shot of what you’re missing? 
That’s my price take it or leave it. If you don’t want that kind of 
tender loving care then your alternative choice is this!” Sue 
reached into the fetish cabinet and pulled out an elastrator and 
held it near his balls.
	“Whoa! Mike! What the hell… no! Ok, ok, just… yes, I mean 
I’d love a blow job.” Gary began to feel hot and a bit of sweat 
beaded on his brow.
	“Humph! Not interested in a banding – damn! I so much hate 
to put bad little spunky boy weenies in my mouth, but I do like to 
watch when little boys get all girly inside!” Sue put the 
elastrator back, much to Gary’s relief and then squatted, bending 
over him; she began to suck his dick. It was slow to react and it 
felt different, less explosive and more like an implosion as a 
small spurt of cum oozed from his dick when she finished. “Sorry I 
don’t like the taste of sperm.” She laughed and then commenced to 
strap on a dildo and lube it up. As she eased it into Gary she kept 
his eyes focused on hers and she chanted with each pelvic 
thrust “little girl!” She rode him until she began to squeal with 
excitement as the base of the dildo rubbed against her clitoris and 
as she climaxed she slapped Gary’s hips and moaned “Oh, sweet 
little girlfriend!”
	Gary was washed up and sent to Mike’s room wearing panties 
and a bra and Sue went downstairs to get herself a mixed drink. 
When she got back upstairs she saw the slave boy on his knees in 
front of his Master giving him head. She watched for a while and 
then had a shower and returned wrapped up in a thick terry towel 
bathrobe. Mike was now fucking his slave boy doggie style and 
pinching his nipples through the bra. As Gary made whimpering 
sounds Sue chuckled to herself – another one cut from the wolf pack 
and made to suckle the bull. She ran her tongue around the rim of 
her ‘Rusty Nail’ and wished that Toni were here to watch this with 
her. Pete was the most discerning Grand Master when it came to 
culling from the herd. He was getting closer and closer to becoming 
chosen as heir apparent to Blade’s throne. He had had his eye on 
succession now for the last year and had managed to outdo any of 
the other Grand Masters in terms of procuring new slaves and 
bringing more Alpha Masters into his fold and sphere of influence. 
She could only attribute it to Pete’s analytical mind and sense of 
uncanny intuitiveness – almost female in a way she thought. Sue 
slipped out and retired to the ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ guestroom. 
She would have wolves on the brain now as she looked around the 
room and its lycanthropic furnishings. She rested in bed and 
listened to the moaning and ass slapping that drifted down the hall 
and sipped slowly, savoring the sweetness of the Drambuie and 
massaging her feet. Perhaps when the boy was done with his Master 
he could be sent down to give her a proper massage before she gave 
him the injection of submission she owed him.

	Daylight streamed in through the shutters onto the mission 
bed and Gary woke up with a peaceful feeling of warmth and 
contentment. He pressed himself against Mike, attracted by his 
Master’s hairy body as if by a magnetic charge. Mike’s eyes opened 
and he smiled. “Maybe we’ll have pancakes this morning Gary?” Mike 
kissed his slave boy and then sent him down to the kitchen to 
prepare breakfast. Sue smelled the griddlecakes and came downstairs 
hungrily. She smiled at the sight of the naked Gary wearing a 
frilly apron in the kitchen pouring her coffee and she gave him a 
slap on the ass. She felt the telltale jiggle of girl flesh setting 
in and her nipples hardened. They ate and then decided to get 
coffee at the beach before heading down to LA. Gary could get some 
clothes at his apartment and then they would pick up Toni at the 
hospital when she finished her shift and drive out to Palm Springs 
together. 
	The beach had been almost deserted and it gave Mike and Sue 
a chance to explain what would happen at Jack’s over the weekend 
with a modicum of privacy. They discussed it further on the way 
back down to the city and by the time they arrived at Gary’s 
apartment it was all he could think of. He would get to see two 
other castrations and it excited him so much that he almost forgot 
to check his messages on his answering machine. His manager had 
called and left a message that he would have to come in the 
following week to finalize his resignation, his parents had called, 
a friend he played basketball with, and carpet cleaning. He shook 
his head and began searching the apartment – Samantha had cleared 
out all of her things.  He found her note on the fridge and read 
it. The phrase “Hope they cut your nuts off because you deserve it 
freak!” stuck in his head and made him laugh.
	“I’m all done here.” Gary called out to Mike and Sue who 
were sitting patiently on the sofa looking at magazines. He grabbed 
three sodas and crumpled the note, tossing it into the trash. In a 
few hours they were on the road again heading out into the desert. 
Sue drove in the front with Mike while Gary sat in the back next to 
Toni. 
	Toni patted Gary’s knee, “So I guess you’ve been 
anticipating the weekend? Are you ready to meet the Great Grand 
Master?”
	“I’m curious to see what will happen. Is it true that 
you’ll be cutting two men?” Gary had seen her put her medical bag 
into the trunk of Sue’s car.
	“Maybe three? She glanced at the back of Mike’s head and 
then smiled wryly at Gary’s puzzled expression. Gary suddenly fell 
silent and began stressing. He wasn’t sure if he could go through 
with what they had talked about earlier at the beach now and the 
more he thought about it the more he thought that he would be 
filled with remorse afterwards. Mike had reminded him that he had 
willingly signed his own slave deed and that no one had forced his 
hand. He would have to talk to Jimmy and see how he felt now. Gary 
shifted the conversation to Pete’s run for Blade’s throne and 
listened as Mike and Toni described the two other contenders. A 
Belgian business man in his fifties named Gerhard who was the Grand 
Master of a European sect of slave Masters, and the other, a New 
Yorker in his late thirties by the name of Stan, he was the Grand 
Master of the eastern US chapter. Mike was certain that Pete had 
the best chance because there had never been a double castration 
before and he was sure that this would impress Blade very much. 

	They arrived around evening and the sun had already gone 
down behind the western mountains. Jack’s ranch house was in the 
style of an Italian villa, the main building stretching around a 
central courtyard with several fountains and an elaborate topiary; 
a huge pool partially shaded by a trellis also graced the courtyard 
at the farthest end. There seemed to be a party in full swing and 
Gary was soon introduced to a few new faces. The Texan was there, 
introduced as Master George, he was what Gary considered grossly 
obese, in his mid forties, a face like a bulldog but a very gentle 
disposition. The hot Texas stallion named John that he had brought 
with him as his castrato slave boy to be was gorgeous and well 
defined, leaving Gary to wonder what John saw in his Master. Gary 
was then introduced to another friend of Jack’s called Devro, a 
tall handsome young mulatto, dressed and looking a lot like what 
Gary envisioned mercenaries did that advertised in ‘Soldier of 
Fortune’. His slave boy Gordon, was a young black pianist who sat 
playing poolside on Jack’s baby grand for the other guests. Two 
butch looking women accompanied him on violin and viola. Gary had a 
few moments to look around and catch a glimpse of Pete with the 
other Grand Masters sitting with a man wearing a deep purple robe. 
His hair was silvery white and he had a full beard and mustache 
that made him look somewhat like Burt Reynolds. Gary wondered if it 
really was Burt Reynolds but then was identified to him by Bobby as 
the Great Grand Master. 
	“You should come with me actually… I’ll take both John and 
you to get changed and prepped and show you around. You can eat 
something poolside later.” Bobby took both Gary and John each by an 
arm and led them through the mansion-like ranch house to the 
dungeon. Pete, Sue, and Toni remained in the courtyard discussing 
their plans with Jack. 
	“So you two are going to join us at last! This is going to 
be exciting… See, my Master has a rather spacious dungeon fully 
stocked with all the best equipment.” Bobby showed them around and 
then directed them to a large open shower room that was used for 
the pool. He gave them each their change of clothes – Roman slave 
tunics and sandals. Gary almost laughed when he held the scanty 
little outfit up against his own body. John raised an eyebrow but 
said nothing. Gary chatted a bit with John in the shower and tried 
to engage him in the more serious topic of castration but was 
amazed to find John to be nearly ignorant concerning what was about 
to take place. 
	“Lose my nads? Hey dude just chill out ok? I just want to 
be my Daddy’s little porker and if that means a little snippage 
then that’s cool with me. Never intended on being a breeder – fuck 
no! I like it up the ass and I like a heavy Papa bear doing it.” 
John was well endowed and as Gary watched him lather and rinse he 
couldn’t help blushing. 
	“Hiya! I’m Gordon. Sorry I just had to finish that last set 
with the gals out there. Say aren’t those slave boy tunics cute?” 
Gordon shook Gary’s hand and began stripping down.
	“You play the piano very well – that music was beautiful.” 
Gary watched as Gordon lathered up his naked body next to him.
	“Thanks, my Master’s in the music business and I met him 
there as a studio musician. I love classical music though… So are 
you going to be joining John and I? This is going to be our last 
big night as men…” Gordon broke off into laughter at John’s sexual 
pantomime in the shower. John grabbed Bobby and began dirty dancing 
with him and they all broke into laughter. Gary laughed nervously, 
wondering where Jimmy was.
	“Bobby is Jimmy around? I wanted to talk to him and see how 
he is?” Gary dodged Gordon’s question and the young black slave 
threw his head back in mock affront. 
	“I think you’re scared boy! Let me tell you something… 
Jimmy is a happy boy now. You go get him Bobby and march his pretty 
little ass on down here! Have him do some ‘splaining to this here 
gorgeous hunky dory that it is all cool and copacetic now!” Gordon 
slapped Gary’s bottom and giggled as Bobby wrested himself away 
from the amorous advances of John.
	“I shall find the eunuch myself… Ah yes, I believe I saw 
him last with Grand Master George’s slave and the good Doctor 
Prahajushree by the pool. Don’t dally in the shower too long!” 
Bobby scooted away leaving them to be entertained by John’s new 
lascivious display of exotic dance.
	“Jimmy’s all healed up just fine. Mistress Toni is a 
skilled cutter - not to worry either because there is a doctor in 
the house as well. George recently had Owen nullified and that East 
Indian Doctor is taking out the stitches and doing a follow up. Dr. 
Prahaju… well whatever his name is, is a qualified surgeon and 
urologist. Nothing to worry about. Come on, this is a once in a 
lifetime thing – all three of us can be gelded together… I’ll hold 
your hand if you’re afraid?” Gordon took hold of Gary’s hand and 
pressed it to his own shaved balls. “Here today – gone tomorrow!” 
Gordon laughed.
	“So you two want to fuck or what?” John stepped between 
them and placed an arm over each of their shoulders drawing them 
close to him on each side. They stared at their swollen dicks being 
splashed with water. “You know them chicks upstairs is lesbians? 
Fuckin’ lezzies gonna cut off our nuts. Man that is pretty hard 
core – can’t fuckin’ wait dudes. Those classy musician broads you 
were playin’ with dykes too Gordon? The viola player could bite my 
nuts off and I’d go happy… ooh mama!” John let out a raucous holler 
laughing like a hyena. Gary was beginning to dislike John’s 
overbearing bravado and loud Frat house mouth. He looked at John’s 
large swollen cock and compared it to his own and felt a pang of 
jealousy. He recalled Doug having told him something about a 
horse’s cock being a waste on a dumb beast and now experienced the 
truth of that statement. He wondered if Doug had arrived yet and 
wanted to see Patty. He would ask her about the photo album at 
Mike’s and about the other man’s picture he had seen on 
the ‘shrine’ next to hers. They finished showering and got into 
their skimpy Roman slave boy costumes and heard Jimmy’s voice call 
them into the dungeon.
	“Wow you guys are so cute!” Jimmy wore only a corselet 
standing next to a young naked blonde slave boy who resembled a 
Barbie doll between the legs, a thin pink line just below the pubic 
bone. “This is Owen – he’s from Manhattan.” They were introduced 
and then Owen was called back out to the pool by Bobby. Gary could 
see that Jimmy’s small wound had healed and that there would hardly 
be a scar now that the stitches had been removed. He met Jimmy’s 
gaze and saw a look of contentment.
	“We better get out there and see what our Masters are up 
to. I know my Devro wants a shoulder rub in the hot tub so I better 
hop to it. See ya later boys.” Gordon grabbed John who seemed 
oblivious to Gary’s wanting to have a heart to heart with Jimmy. 
When they left Gary sat down on a rack and toyed with a restraint.
	“So Bobby tells me that you aren’t sure that you can go 
through with it?” Jimmy sat next to him and Gary couldn’t help but 
stare at his empty sack, wrinkled up like an empty husk under an 
already shrinking penis. Gary compared himself to Jimmy and noticed 
that their thighs seemed to have the same milky white softness and 
that their hips seemed to match in roundness. Gary hadn’t really 
noticed himself before and now realized that he had changed. He 
found it hard to believe that just two injections of female 
hormones had done this in such a short time. He couldn’t see 
Jimmy’s nipples through the corselet but saw his own poking up 
slightly against the thin fabric of the slave tunic.
	“Well, I just don’t know… I mean I can’t believe that so 
much has happened so fast. I mean… wow, you know? I hope that you 
aren’t going to think I’m being an idiot or anything but I have to 
ask you if you regret what you did? Do you wish that you hadn’t 
done it now? How do you feel now?” Gary took a deep breath and let 
it out slowly as he fidgeted with the restraint. He was tempted to 
feel Jimmy’s empty sack.
	“I can’t lie to you and say that three days later I went 
through some real mood swings and that Jack left me alone out here 
to cry by myself. That one day I just looked at my balls in their 
jar and I just felt really down. I couldn’t get it up and I felt 
kind of strange but the next day was better. Every day has gotten 
better since then and now I feel so calm, so free and clear headed. 
I don’t have the same burning urges and compulsions that I did 
before but when Jack takes me in the heat of his passion I feel 
complete and whole. It is hard to explain to anyone… Bobby 
understands, but I guess I just want to say that until you go 
through it you are going to have doubts and fears, but once it is 
over – you are free.” Jimmy put an arm around Gary’s shoulder.
	“Does it hurt?” Gary looked at the light pink line on 
Jimmy’s bag and his own scrotum tightened.
	“Not anymore – Toni gave me some painkillers for afterwards 
and I really didn’t feel a thing. It has healed completely now and 
I can go swimming. That was really the biggest drag – not being 
able to get the wound wet! You want to touch it? Go ahead.” Jimmy 
watched Gary’s face as he reached across and timidly felt his 
sack. “Go on, you can grab it now – doesn’t hurt at all.” Gary ran 
the loose skin through his fingers and was amazed. “So did I make 
you feel better? I think Mike is really expecting you to become his 
eunuch tonight – don’t worry about it and just relax. I think that 
they’ve worked out a really beautiful ceremony and if you join us 
Pete is sure to win the Great Grand Master’s favor and become his 
successor and heir. It will make Pete’s dream come true and his 
plan will become reality.”
	“What plan? I know he wants to become the next Great Grand 
Master but what does that really mean anyway?” 
	“Blade is going to step down because he’s getting on in 
years and he’s looking for someone to carry the torch so to speak. 
From what Jack has told me the Great Grand Master owns a winery up 
the coast near Monterey. A huge place that sits up on the coastal 
mountains… they’re serving the wine he makes at the party actually. 
Ever hear of the ‘Sade’s Cellar’ label? Or ‘Fontana di Castrati’? 
Well, anyway they are the most infamous labels he produces…” Jimmy 
laughed, “As you can imagine the Great Grand Master is gay, and so 
hasn’t sired an heir to his empire, Pete might be that heir. He is 
the most devoted of all the Grand Masters and he has a vision to 
create a hedonistic haven for the society at the Great Grand 
Master’s winery and estate. It would be the only place of its kind 
in the world and it would rival the harem palace of the Sultan of 
Brunei once Pete’s plan went into effect. Think about it… a kind of 
world that hasn’t existed since the Japanese marched into the 
Forbidden City and ousted the Emperor of China. This is really the 
land of the free and the home of the brave – so be brave and join 
us?” Jimmy kissed Gary on the lips and then sat up and beckoned him 
to follow as they walked out to join the party. 
	“Well have you decided? Is it your time tonight?” Pete took 
Gary aside as soon as he saw the two slave boys come out of the 
dungeon.
	“I must be crazy… yes.” Gary’s throat constricted a bit and 
he suddenly felt a rush of passion. Butterflies danced in his 
stomach and he felt almost light headed, kind of drunk from the 
thought of surrendering himself totally to his Master. “Yes I want 
to be completely yours body and soul Master.”
	Mike smiled, “I knew you’d be mine… I knew the Grand Master 
would bring us together. It really was written in the stars for us 
both. Our roles are like universal forces at play out there in the 
cosmos. They are the kind of ‘ying and yang’ that we can reach out 
for, grasp and attain nirvana with. Soon my sweet boy you will be 
free of what the Great Grand Master calls the cycle of self-doubt 
and you will learn the golden rule, the rule of certainty. You will 
always know yourself and your submissive role as a slave and this 
is the one rule that will be the hardest for you to break once you 
are a eunuch. Come on then let’s mingle. I will present you to the 
Great Grand Master.” Gary was instructed to bow before Blade and 
kiss his feet. As he did so the Great Grand Master nodded his 
approval and smiled, bending to whisper something into Pete’s ear.
	“Let us begin!” Blade’s voice was eloquent and regal. He 
rose from his chair and everyone followed him through a double door 
that led down a hall through the rear guesthouse of the villa and 
into a smaller walled in courtyard and garden behind it. Gary could 
hear a horse not far off in the distance behind the wall. It was 
dark and a cool breeze blew, the stars wavered in the clear night 
sky, and a sickle moon hung like a glowing scythe overhead. 
Gary fell in place with Gordon and John and they were instructed to 
kneel on a platform covered with white cloth and white rose petals. 
The fragrance was seductive and Gary inhaled deeply as he glanced 
around at the arrangement of seats set up in the garden to witness 
the initiation of the eunuchs. Large halogen spotlights lit three 
wooden crosses that had been planted like giant Xs in the garden. 
He watched as the two female musicians took up their instruments 
and began to play a solemn and poignant piece. Gordon 
whispered, “The ‘Adagio’ from Bach’s Sonata #3 in C major. I had a 
hand in choosing the music.” Gary listened as the notes echoed in 
the courtyard capturing everyone’s attention and riveting them with 
the music’s lyrical fervor. They knelt and waited and then their 
Masters appeared wearing their harnesses as well as sporting black 
satin capes with hoods. They took their places in front of the 
slaves as if on cue from the music. The venerable Great Grand 
Master appeared behind them wearing a dark purple cape with a hood 
and black masquerade mask. He stretched out his hands as if he were 
about to perform a feat of magic as the music intensified. Gary 
felt someone come up from behind him and reach between his legs, 
pulling his scrotum and balls back, clipping on a pig baller. His 
testicles had shrunk and they nearly slid through the tight clasp 
but the hands tightened it and they were held secure in its painful 
grip. He then felt the prick of a needle and felt his balls go 
numb. He began to feel almost euphoric and giddy – he recalled 
watching Jimmy and thinking how he’d seemed drugged and now he knew 
that it was just from the moment. He glanced sideways at the other 
two slaves and they seemed to also have the same wide-eyed stupor 
and open-mouthed wonderment. They were told to disrobe and they 
each slipped off their slave boy tunics and removed their sandals. 
	“Kiss your Master’s manhood and prepare to submit to 
thralldom.” Blade’s voice echoed in a wild chanting drone. Gary saw 
Mike’s cock suddenly thrust before his lips, it pulsed and his lips 
met it tenderly. He felt himself becoming hard. The hormones hadn’t 
totally quelled his desire and as he gave his Master head he felt 
the same feminine rush of passion flow through his body that he had 
felt with Sue the night before. He heard Blade’s voice 
again, “Prepare the vassals for annointment.” Gary watched as Mike 
slipped on his collar and then led hip by leash to a trio of young 
women he’d never seen before. They were dressed in matching black 
lingerie and they held bottles of red wine. Gary felt a downward 
tug on his leash and he was forced down onto his hands and knees 
before one of the women as were Gordon and John by their Masters 
also. He glanced around at the spectators and noticed Doug and 
Patty sitting next to someone that almost made his heart skip a 
beat – it was Lia. He didn’t have time to think about her before 
the woman in front of him unstrapped her see through panties and 
slapped his face with them. She took a big mouthful of wine and 
then advanced on him, pulling her crotch down so that she rubbed 
her moist pussy all over Gary’s face. He smelled her and thought of 
how he’d never get this close to a woman again. Then she pulled 
back and spat. Wine hit his face and drenched his hair. She took 
another mouthful and spat again into his shocked face. She slowly 
undid her bra and began enticing him with her breasts and came 
closer to him again. “Open your mouth slave!” She commanded in a 
husky voice. She squatted over his face and suddenly Gary’s eyes 
were stinging from piss. She urinated on his face and in his mouth 
and laughed with wild abandon as she did so. “You worthless woman’s 
toilet! You anger the furies! What hubris! What false pride to 
crawl before us with such useless balls! You are not a man! You are 
an imposter! Off with their offensive little boy balls so that they 
may never trick a woman again into defiling her temple!” She spit 
more wine on him and Gary didn’t know which was worse the wine or 
urine stinging his eyes. He heard John cursing profoundly and 
laughter from the watching guests. They were led away to the 
crosses and the furies followed as their Master’s put them into the 
restraints. Once Gary was locked in and immobilized he began to let 
go and allow the loss of control to bring him to a state of 
complete calm before the storm. He watched as his ‘Fury’ threw a 
bucket of cold water over him. It smelled of antiseptic and the 
sudden frigid shock tensed him up all over again and caused his 
semi erection to dissipate. He looked over at Gordon and tried to 
say something to him but his teeth began to chatter.
	“Shut up slaves. You will soon be gelded and join the ranks 
of the eunuchs. You will serve your Masters as you were unable to 
serve women. You will weaken and become perfect docile servants - 
love dogs! Remember your last moments of failure as men and rejoice 
in your salvation and deliverance from what you could not control – 
your own lusts!” She walked around the cross and when she returned 
to stand in front of Gary she held a cattle prod. Gary squirmed as 
she brought the double pronged tip to his balls and then he blacked 
out momentarily as his body jolted and contorted from the shock. 
	“Do you beg for freedom! Do you want release?” She screamed 
as the music died away, her voice echoed by her sister furies as 
each of the slaves begged to be castrated. They were shocked again 
and again and though Gary couldn’t feel his testicles his penis 
recoiled in torment and he slowly gave in to the exhaustion that 
came from the shocks.  They were all begging their Masters to take 
their balls and as Gary felt Mike remove the clamp around his numb 
testicles he sighed in relief. It was over. He wondered if he would 
have a last go with a woman, one last ride before he was cut, and 
as he watched his tormentor walk seductively away, he groaned in 
anguish. He tried to remember the last time he’d had sex with a 
woman and could only think of his failure with Samantha and the 
time before that with a one night stand who had complained about 
his being too fast to lose his load. He couldn’t believe it. The 
violin and viola fell silent and Gary looked around. Sue and Toni 
appeared followed by a short canon ball bellied balding East Indian 
man. They began scrubbing the slaves down. Gary swallowed and began 
to sweat – he wanted it to just be over so that he wouldn’t have to 
worry anymore. He just wanted to be at that quiet resigned blissful 
state that Jimmy had arrived at. 
	“Who will be first?” The Great Grand Master held out three 
small sticks and the Masters drew lots. Gary would be second to go 
followed by John. He looked over to Gordon and watched as Toni 
began her work. Doctor P. looked over her shoulder as she made the 
incision and then handed her the jar. Gordon watched placidly as 
one of his testicles was unceremoniously plopped into the jar of 
liquid and then the other. It was over. He was sewn up and then fed 
pomegranate by Bobby and Jimmy. “There’s no going back once you’ve 
tasted the fruit of paradise.” They giggled in unison. 
	Gordon mumbled in a weak voice between mouthfuls, “I’m a 
eunuch… oh, Master kiss your slave boy. Kiss your gelded love mate. 
I’m yours forever now.” Devro bent over and gave his slave a deep 
kiss.
	“You ready? Any last words as a man?” Toni gave Gary a 
serious look before swabbing him with antiseptic. He shook his head 
and watched her as if he were floating above his own body, watching 
something happening to someone else. He suddenly laughed as he felt 
a slight tug deep in his groin and then saw his testicles being put 
into the jar one after the other. He couldn’t take his eyes off of 
them as they were handed to Mike. He compared his balls to Gordon’s 
and saw that they were in fact smaller. He couldn’t believe it – 
they were gone. He still felt the same. Bobby and Jimmy came to him 
and began feeding him pomegranate kernels. He crunched the seeds 
and let some of the red juice trickle down the corner of his 
mouth. “You’re one of us now brother. There is no return for you 
now to the other world.” Mike kissed him and showed him the jar. He 
stared in wonderment at how small and ugly his balls really were. 
They seemed like something alien and foreign to him and he couldn’t 
believe that minutes before they had been in his body. Those two 
little fleshy bulbs had been his most precious assets, his 
identity, his strength, his lust, and his dominance over all of the 
women he’d ever slept with.
	“You are mine now – I have your balls.” Mike kissed him 
deep and slow. When Gary looked over at John he saw a look of 
disbelief on the boy’s face as his testicles were dropped into the 
waiting jar. John lost it and began to cry. His Master laughed and 
patted his slave’s washboard stomach. George’s voice boomed out for 
all to hear, “Now I’ll fatten you up boy and make a good little 
tame piggy out of you. I’m going to make it so that your cock 
shrinks up and gets all nice and cuddly, padded up and smothered in 
fat like a pig in a blanket. Don’t want you running around on me 
anymore boy! No sir, this little runt is gonna be a real homebody 
now and he’s going to lay under his Daddy and get nice and fat.” 
Gary was horrified at the thought of what was going to happen to 
John but secretly thought it fitting as he watched George take over 
the feeding of his slave. 

	“Leave them to be tended by their slave brothers now and 
let us retire to our festivities!” The Great Grand Master clapped 
twice and he headed the procession with the Grand Masters in tow 
back out to the main courtyard. Gary watched as Tommy and Patty 
came to his side. They unshackled him and gave him a pair of white 
panties. “Put these on – they are your underwear from now on.” 
Tommy steadied Gary and helped him to a chair. Bobby and Jimmy 
brought the other two over and while the other slaves watched the 
three new eunuchs embraced and kissed as brothers. They inspected 
each other’s bags and then were led to their guestrooms and told to 
lie down and rest. Gary was exhausted and stunned that he’d gone 
through with it. He gingerly felt his bag and carefully felt 
around. They were really gone he thought. He listened to the 
violinists play and heard the sounds of laughter and loud 
conversation as the party became wilder and livelier outside his 
window and wondered how Lia had gotten here and who she was. A 
knock at the door made him sit up in bed. It was Toni and Doctor P. 
come to check on him. She gave him some painkillers and told him to 
take two in an hour. 
	“Who is that woman out there? Her name is Lia I think? She 
is right there next to Doug and Patty.” Gary pointed through the 
curtains.
	“Lia? She’s Pete’s sister. Nobody introduced you? Oh well, 
I’m sure that you’ll meet her some day soon. Looks like Pete is 
going to be the next Great Grand Master after all and you boys made 
it all possible.” Gary tried to mask his surprise and he shifted 
the subject. He’d been had but it didn’t matter anymore. It must 
have been ‘In the stars’ because at long last he felt that he’d 
found his place.
	Gary asked Toni with a tone of regret, “I thought that I’d 
get one last chance to be with a woman though?” 
	“You need to rest right now. Tomorrow is going to be your 
last date sunshine. Don’t worry you will still be able to get it up 
but you just won’t be able to get her pregnant.” Toni shut the door 
behind her quietly as she left with the silent doctor. 
	Gary woke up the following morning in the guestroom and 
Mike had already left the bed. He felt the space next to him and it 
was still warm. He looked at the clock and saw that he’d slept in 
late. He checked himself and felt his limp dick and empty sack. He 
couldn’t believe that he’d be able to get a hard on because he 
usually woke up with one every morning, but today he was completely 
soft. It made him feel a little excited and sure enough as he felt 
his dick it began to slowly come to life. It wasn’t completely hard 
but it made him happy. He began to masturbate but was interrupted 
by a knock at the door. It opened and to his surprise Lia’s face 
appeared from behind it.
	“Hi. I guess you are surprised to see me. Toni said that 
you wanted to see me?” Lia wasn’t Greek at all – she had lost the 
accent completely.
	“Why did you do this? I mean it doesn’t matter now but… 
why? How many other men have you done this to?” Gary suddenly 
became angry. He felt a strange rage surge within him followed by a 
hot flash.
	“Relax Gary! You’re just feeling one of the first symptoms 
of castration – your body flushes its last reserves of testosterone 
as a counter effect. I think you know why I do what I do now don’t 
you? I want to live the kind of life of leisure that Pete can 
provide for us all and don’t you? Besides I really hate men anyway… 
you never suspected because you were just too busy doing what all 
typical males do – fuck and conquer! I think I just facilitated 
your release from the whole nasty business though? Be happy Gary! 
Anyway, we’ll talk later, your last ride is here…” She disappeared 
and a rather heavyset woman came in wearing a bathrobe. Gary 
figured her to be around forty-five, a pretty face, and long dark 
hair. She waddled over to his bedside and smiled down at him.
	“Can you still do it? Or should I just give you a blow 
job?” She reached beneath the sheets and then grinned widely as her 
hand fell on Gary’s stiff dick. “This is so nice. I have a thing 
for eunuchs – kind of strange isn’t it? I just get turned on at the 
thought of being your last woman and your little blank firing into 
me as your eyes roll back and your last surge of manly passion 
expires. Well let’s get busy before you lose your fire. You look 
like you’re having hot flashes already?” She got undressed and 
quickly spread her legs. Gary got on top of her and tried to 
penetrate her but found it difficult. His dick wasn’t quite hard 
enough and he blushed and felt a wave of frustrated rage. He 
stroked his shaft until it hardened again and then quickly 
penetrated her. He felt strange and somehow it all seemed unreal as 
he pumped her. He was losing the edge of his passion and couldn’t 
really feel the usual build up just before he climaxed. Instead he 
felt a sort of dampening effect coming over him and he began to 
sweat. His dick softened and suddenly slipped out of her and she 
reached for it. He tried again but it was useless, he was losing 
his erection and feeling even more frustrated and embarrassed that 
this would be his last intimate moment with a woman. He tried to 
get inside her a last time but suddenly felt a small pulsation and 
looked down to see a small trickle of clear fluid and then he lost 
the urge. He began to sob as his emotions became clouded and the 
woman stroked his head. “You’re just like my husband. I think I got 
here a little too late maybe? Oh well there’s that young Johnny 
down the hall…” She got up and put her robe back on and waddled out 
the door. Gary closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
	Mike tapped his shoulder and asked him if he was all right. 
Gary rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. He’d slept another 
hour. He felt groggy and kind of mixed up. He felt himself and then 
asked for the painkillers Toni had left on the table by the bed. 
Mike watched him take them and then helped him get up and took him 
out for breakfast by the pool. Most of the people were gone or out 
for a horse ride. It was quiet and peaceful. Gary ate his breakfast 
silently feeling that his remorse had come earlier than what Jimmy 
had told him it would. 
	“Don’t worry Gary it will pass. In a few days you will 
forget that you ever felt this way. I think that you should just 
spend the next couple of days here relaxing and let yourself heal. 
Doug says that Patty wants to spend time with you while you’re both 
here together. Why don’t you join her after breakfast in the music 
room? She’s listening to Gordon play the piano.” Mike gently 
caressed Gary’s head and went to talk to Jack and the other Grand 
Masters. He knew they were talking about Pete’s being named 
successor later that evening. Gary finished eating and then 
followed his ears until he stood at the threshold of two large 
French doors that had been swung open facing the pool. Chopin 
trickled out into the late morning and he watched Gordon playing to 
an audience of mostly eunuchs – himself now included he thought, as 
he entered and took a seat next to Jimmy. Patty smiled at him from 
her spot, curled up on a love seat with her head on her Master’s 
lap. They listened as Gordon played Brahms and Saint Saens and 
rounded off his performance with the Aria from the Goldberg 
Variations. Applause and a contemplative silence as they sat 
reflecting on the music and admiring Gordon’s virtuosity.  Patty 
sat up and gave her Master a kiss and walked to the open double 
doors beckoning Gary to follow. He followed her out, feeling Doug’s 
hungry eyes on his panties, catching a glimpse of satisfied 
pleasure tweak the black Master’s lips into a smile.
	“I guess you can’t swim yet huh? Just have a lay down on 
that deck chair and watch me then. I guess you must be burning up 
with questions? Starting to feel it?” She stripped down and eased 
herself into the pool and took a few breaststrokes out into the 
middle.
	“Yeah, feels kind of like a roller coaster and I started 
getting warm waves of nausea? I guess that’s what happens? But I 
wanted to ask you about someone…” Gary looked around and saw that 
they were alone, he heard the Texan’s loud voice in the dungeon as 
he fed his new slave boy Johnny. “It’s about a picture I saw at 
Mike’s…” He continued in a more hushed tone, “He has a photo of you 
and then one of another young man with a goatee, a Latino guy, and 
what I presume are his set of testicles too?” 
	“Oh… You mean Paul? That’s no secret you know? You could 
have asked Pete and he would have told you about him! Paul lives in 
Australia now. Mike sold him to a Vietnamese Master down there. 
Paul started buying steroids from a guy at a gym they used to go to 
together and Mike found out about it. That is the only way to break 
the ‘Golden Rule’ and Paul was devious enough to do it. They used 
to argue and disagree a lot anyway so I guess it was for the 
better. The Vietnamese guy gave him a penectomy and that was the 
end of the steroid thing I imagine.” Patty laughed, “Don’t worry 
Mike won’t chop off your wee-wee, he likes you as a little boy. He 
might even get saline prosthetics for you so that you can go to the 
beach and that sort of thing. That’s between you two though? I 
think you look good just as you are now.” They talked for a long 
time until it was time for lunch. They went to tell the others who 
were playing in the dungeon that Bobby and Jimmy were serving 
buffet lunch in the dinning room before heading that way 
themselves. Gary caught a glimpse of Johnny strapped down on the 
rack surrounded by an empty carton of ice cream, empty potato chip 
bags, and a half finished off platter of left over cocktail snacks 
from the night before. His Master had been stuffing him until his 
stomach bulged out disproportionately.
	Gary and Mike headed back to LA with Sue and Toni, picking 
up Gary’s car at the house in the valley; they parted company and 
continued north along the Pacific Coast Highway. Gary sat in the 
passenger’s seat while Mike drove the car. Gary held the small jar 
in his hands and stared at his balls. The numb ache had subsided in 
his groin and he felt at peace, calm and satisfied. He looked at 
Mike and the ocean beyond as they raced past the beach. “You won’t 
send me to Australia will you?” Gary suddenly blurted out. The 
words had percolated to the surface drawn by the gnawing fear that 
he himself might be tempted to seek out a ‘fix’, a heady surge of 
manhood from the hands of a steroid pusher, a taste of what he 
feared he would miss as he sat placidly neutered. Mike grinned, “I 
don’t think I’d sell you to the hot dog man for all of the opals in 
his mine.” Mike patted his slave on the thigh and laughed. Gary 
swished his testicles around in the jar and laughed out “Fancy 
free!” as he headed home with his Master.

Next story: “The Parable of the Vineyard”