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A port in a storm leads to a new life.

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His name was Steve and after we had sex I asked him to tell me all 
about himself and his background.  He sat up in the bed and once 
again I admired his exquisite, well-formed, muscular young body as 
he began to talk.  He was around 25 years old with short, curly, 
light brown hair and captivating brown eyes.  He stood about 5'10" 
tall and weighed around 155 lbs.  His well-defined chest and 
washboard stomach was silky smooth to the touch and completely 
hairless, and down between his strong, muscular thighs, at the apex 
of his torso, all but hidden by a scanty patch of fine, soft brown, 
pubic hair was a four inch long, thin, slightly indented, lighter 
pinkish colored, vertical scar with a small rosebud opening down at 
its lower end of it, the only substantiation that he used to be a 
viril male at one time.

He tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling for a minute, 
a look of painful memory on his face, and then he looked at me and 
said, "Suppose I just tell you about how I got here -- to this 
place?  That's all you really want to know anyway."

"Sure, that will be fine," I said, and he went ahead and told me.

"I had this boat," he said, "not a big one -- one that could be 
managed by just two helpers and myself. just big enough to get 
around the islands of the caribbean.  My helpers were two 
goodlooking young Jamaican boys, both in their teens, named Ben and 
Jack.  Well anyway, I overestimated my knowledge of the weather one 
day and we got caught in a storm.  It was all my boys and I could 
do to keep from capsizing.  We got plenty wet and scared before I 
finally spotted a shoreline and headed for it.

We anchored the boat in a little cove and waited for the storm to 
die down.  It was one of those tropical storms that came up very 
sudden.  It was still daylight -- in fact early afternoon, so we 
made sure the boat was moored to a strong tree and went exploring.  
After a bit, we came to a fairly big house with a high wall around 
it.  There was a gate with a bell so I rang it.  A big guy -- 
looking just like a Marine in a recruiting poster came to the gate 
and asked who we were and what we wanted.  I told him our story and 
he invited us in.

He took us in to see the owner of the place, a Dr. Schmidt, who 
said we were more than welcome to stay on the island for as long as 
we liked since he owned the whole island.  He said we looked 
exhausted and suggested we take a warm shower and rest up a bit in 
one of his upstairs guestrooms, so we did.  As I showered in the 
big mirrored bathroom I got the feeling I was being watched but I 
couldn't see anything.  Both of my boys said they got the same 
feeling when they came out of the shower also.  After our showers 
we all layed down and rested for a couple  hours.  Along about 
eight that evening, a young man close to the same age as my two 
boys, in his late teens, who introduced himself as Paul, Dr. 
Schmidt's secretary, came and called us to dinner.

We went downstairs where the Doctor, a handsome man in his early 
40's, big and fairly muscular and Paul, the secretary, an 
attractive young blonde, were waiting.  Over dinner the Doctor told 
us he had bought the island - it wasn't a very big one - as a place 
where he could relax in complete privacy and enjoy his 
collections.  I asked him what he collected and he said, "Sea 
shells and other things."  

"I also have a special collection," he said with a smile, "but I 
never show it to guests on their first day here, do I Paul?"

Paul looked up startled, looked at us, then back at the Doctor and 
said, "No Sir."

After dinner we all watched TV for a while and then went up to bed. 
As my two boys and I were preparing for bed, there came a very 
light knock on our door. It was Paul.  He looked frightened.  He 
said very quickly, "Look Steve - Mr. Johnson - you and your two 
boys need to get off this island as quickly as you can - tonight if 
possible."

I yawned and said we were in no condition to do any sailing right 
then and certainly not at night, especially since it had begun to 
storm again.

"Please believe me; I mean it," he said, "It's urgent that you 
leave right away, but I can't tell you why."

Right at this point the door opened and Dr. Schmidt stepped in.  He 
looked at the four of us and then said to Paul, "You men having a 
little tete-a-tete?"

Paul looked even more frightened and said he was just seeing that 
we had everything we needed for the night.  The Doctor smiled and 
said he hoped we slept comfortably and told us he would walk Paul 
to his room.

We finished undressing and got into bed.  My two boys went right to 
sleep and slept soundly, but I was restless and couldn't sleep.  
Some time later, hearing vague noises, I got up and went to my 
door.  The hall was dimly lit.  I heard the noises still and went 
down the hall in their direction.  They were coming through a door 
that was slightly ajar down at the end of the hall.  My curiosity 
got the better of me and I went to the door to listen.  As I pushed 
the door open a bit I found that it led out onto a balcony 
overlooking a large room.  The balcony was in shadow and dark but 
there were bright lights on in the room.  In the middle of the room 
was what looked like an operating table and Doctor Schmidt was 
standing near it.  Across from him stood two big, burly men holding 
a young man that looked like Paul helplessly between them.  He was 
in his pajamas.

Dr. Schmidt looked stern. "There's no denying it," he said, "You 
warned them."

Paul's voice was desperate.  "Oh no Sir, Please Sir," he said, "I 
was just being friendly, reassuring them."

"I'll say it again, Paul," said Dr. Schmidt, "You're lying. I have 
that room bugged and I listened to your conversation on the tape. 
You know what I told you would happen if you ever tried to betray 
me."

"Oh, Please, - I didn't tell them anything," said Paul, "I didn't 
say anything about your collection, only that they should leave."

"Yeah, and deprive me of their beautiful new additions to my 
collection.  Strip him and put him on the table." said Dr. Schmidt 
addressing the two huskies holding Paul.

"Oh No, Oh Please," Paul cried out as he tried to struggle, but the 
two men easily overpowered him, tearing his pajamas off and lifting 
him naked onto the table top where they strapped him down.  Paul 
kept crying, "Please, Please", and Dr. Schmidt said, "Gag him." so 
one of the men took a rubber handball and forced it into Paul's 
mouth.  Paul was soon completely immobile and helpless there on the 
table top, straps securing his wrists and ankles to the sides of 
the table, one end of the table holding his knees spread wide apart 
and a broad strap tight across his stomach.  His head had also been 
elevated so he could look down at himself.

I could see that Paul had a slender, muscular young body, fair 
white skin, no visable body hair, good sized, dark brown tits and a 
nice sized genital cluster.  His big, uncut shaft was standing up 
almost full hard and looked to be around nine inches or so long and 
beneath it hung a nice, big, bulging full, low hanging sac.  It 
looked as if all of his pubic hair had been shaved off.

"Prepare him," said Dr. Schmidt then as he slipped rubber gloves on 
his hands.  One of the men took a bottle of something and some 
cotton then and thoroughly scrubbed Paul's entire crotch area and 
genitals with it.

Paul just layed there submissivly with tears flowing from his eyes, 
no longer struggling, as the Doctor stepped up close beside him.  
Taking a towel cover off of a nearby instrument tray then, the 
Doctor picked up a scalpel and said to Paul, "I knew that someday I 
would add yours to my collection and now is that time.  It's all 
being recorded by a TV camera so you will be able to see it for 
yourself later on."

Dr. Schmidt reached out with one hand then and looped his thumb and 
forefinger tightly around the base of Paul's displayed cluster and 
stretched it all outwards while slowly beginning to wield the 
scalpel at a point between his hand gripping Paul's cluster and 
Paul's crotch.

It was at this point that I fully realized just what the Doctor was 
doing to Paul and I almost gasped out loud in shock.  Reflexively I 
clutched both hands tightly over my own crotch.  "Oh my God," I 
thought, "He's emasculating Paul and that's what he's planning on 
doing to me and my two boys also."

Just as Paul's entire cluster, in a gush of blood, pulled free, 
away from his crotch, he had the good sense to pass out.  The 
Doctor then handed the freshly ablated cluster to one of the two 
huskies who carried it over to a nearby sink to wash it while the 
Doctor proceeded to sew and bandage up Paul's altered crotch. Just 
as he was placing the final bandage over Paul's crotch, Paul opened 
his eyes again and looked up at the Doctor.

"I'm all finished now," said the Doctor with a big smile on his 
face, "and here is something to make you sleep for a while."  He 
gave Paul an injection in the arm then.

I didn't stay to see any more.  They were just starting to unstrap 
the sleeping Paul from the table when I turned and went quickly but 
quietly back to my room.  There I awoke my two boys and after 
dressing we snuck downstairs and outside where we made our way down 
to the beach.  It was still raining but behind the clouds was a 
full moon so we could see the landmarks we had memorized in order 
to find the boat again.

But, the boat wasn't there!  We thought for a minute we had the 
wrong spot but then a voice said, "Looking for something?"

I tried to act casual.  "Our boat, we just wanted to make sure it 
was moored securely and that everything was alright."

The man behind the voice came out into the moonlight.  He was one 
of the two huskies I had seen in the operating room.  He smiled and 
said, "Your boat is in a safe place.  You need to get back to the 
house before you all get wet."

We seemed to have no other choice so we went back to the house and 
up to our rooms.  This was prompted by the fact that he was 
carrying a machine gun and pointing it straight at us.

I hadn't taken the time earlier to tell my two boys about what I 
had observed the Doctor do to Paul.  I just woke them up and had 
then get dressed saying we needed to leave there immediately.  
Because no one felt like going back to sleep and since there didn't 
seeem to be anyway we could escape, I decided I had better tell the 
two boys what I had seen and what the Doctor had planned for us.  
Their reaction was exactly as I knew it would be.  Both boys, I 
knew, valued their large, young developments almost more than life 
itself and the prospect of having them forcibly removed was 
something they didn't even want to think about.  They instantly 
became very defensive and I did my best to assure them we would 
work together to do everything possible to keep it from ever 
happening.  

Almost before we knew it morning came and one of the musclemen came 
and told us that breakfast would be ready shortly so the three of 
us reluctantly followed him downstairs.  None of us had an appetite 
so we just drank some coffee and ate a piece of toast.  Besides my 
two boys and I, the only other person at the table was Dr. 
Schmidt.  To make conversation, I asked where Paul was.  The Doctor 
smiled and said that Paul was indisposed and would be laid up for a 
while.  I then asked when we might leave the island.

"You're free to leave anytime you like," said the Doctor, "But 
first, I insist that you take a minute to view my special 
collection."

Reluctantly my two boys and I followed the Doctor out of the dining 
room and into a long, narrow, hallway like room.  One wall was 
completely covered with shelves filled with square glass jars just 
like the one I had seen setting near the sink in the operating room 
and the effect of the jars was to make the wall appear like a solid 
wall of glass bricks.

"Here it is gentlemen," said the Doctor proudly indicating the wall 
of square glass jars.  The wall was about six feet high and thirty 
or so feet long with each jar measuring about six inches cube.  It 
was what was inside each jar though that really caught our 
attention.  Automatically my two boys and I clutched our hands 
tightly over our crotches as we stared in disbelief.  Inside each 
jar was the entire, carefully preserved, sex organ cluster from a 
man, looking as natural as before it was removed.

"It's the largest collection of its kind that I know of in the 
world," said Dr. Schmidt with boastful pride.

Right about here one of the two musclemen I had seen in the 
operating room with Paul, came in carrying one of the square glass 
jars and I knew even without being told that it had to be the one 
containing Paul's freshly removed cluster.

"My collection is an ever-growing one,"boasted Dr. Schmidt, "and 
this here is what my young secretary, Paul, quite reluctantly I 
might add, dontated late last evening.  A nice addition, don't you 
think!  I have photos, film and data on every donation to my 
collection here if you care to check it out.  Paul was the last of 
my servants here to make a donation, all the rest donated long ago"

"We don't want to see any more", I said, speaking for my two boys 
and myself, "We're ready to leave now."  We wanted to turn and run 
but all of a sudden felt very weak and dizzy.

"You all look a little bit pale." said the Doctor with a 
smile, "Perhaps you need to sit and rest a moment."

I wanted to say that we didn't want to, but saw that both of my 
boys had slumped to the floor behind me unconscious and I was 
starting to collaps myself.  I knew then that there had been 
something in the coffee we had drank.  It was too late.

I awoke to find myself strapped back down, spreadeagled and naked 
on an operating table just like I had seen Paul earlier.  Mp head 
was elevated like Paul's had been but there was no gag in my 
mouth.  The Doctor was standing close by in a clean, fresh, 
surgical gown.  

As soon as he saw that I had awaken he smiled and said, "Did you 
enjoy your little nap.  You slept right through all of the fun I 
had with your two boys. They both put up quite a fuss while I 
collected their beautiful donations to my collection.  I do want to 
thank you for bring them  here. I have it all on film so you can 
view it later when you feel up to it."

On the nearby countertop I could see three jars identical to the 
ones I had seen earlier.  One was empty but the other two weren't.  
They each contained the entire, carefully preserved genital cluster 
from a man with the penis up full erect, obviously the clusters 
from my two boys.

"Last night I think you witnessed what was done to Paul.  I didn't 
see you but one of my servants did."

I said, "Look, you can't do this! There are laws!"

He chuckled and said, "Here, I am the law.  Last night I gaged Paul 
because I didn't want him disturbing you and your two boys with his 
screams but there is no one sleeping this morning.  I also prefer 
not to use any anesthetic.  The terror is much greated when you can 
feel the pain."

I could only watch helplessly as the Doctor stepped over close 
beside me.  "Oh No, Oh No, Oh Please No, No Noooooo, I pleaded as I 
felt his gloved hand grip my displayed privates and the cold steel 
edge of the scalpel begin to cut into the tender, sensitive skin of 
my crotch at the base of my cluster.  I can't begin to tell you how 
painful it was. The horror of it was enough to make me scream and 
cry in agony until I finally passed out.

When I woke up again, I was in a large, clean, white room like a 
hospital room.  There were three other beds in there besides mine.  
Paul was lying in one of them and my two boys in the other two.  
All were wide awake but lying quietly, a look of total desolation 
and subjugation on their faces.  I felt sorry for them but there 
was nothing I could do to help or console them.  

Paul turned his head and looked at me, "I see you are finally 
awake."

"Yes, I am". I said, "You tried to warn us, Thanks.  I'm sorry you 
had to suffer for it.

"That's okay.  It couldn't be helped." He said

"What's going to happen to us - now?" I asked

Paul shook his head and said, "I will remain here as Dr. Schmidt's 
secretary.  You and your two boys will be sold.  There are places 
where eunuchs are highly valued for sex.  In some places they want 
transsexuals, boys with a pussy constructed down between their 
legs, and in other places they like slick-crotched, muscular guys 
like you and your two boys.  You will be sold to one of those 
places as whores. You'll get shots to keep you viril looking and 
shots to make you even more muscular, which means that you'll get 
horny as all hell from the shots but the only way you'll be able to 
get off is by being fucked in the ass."

"Can we escape?" I asked.

"Not likely," He said, "If you try, they will either chain you up 
or do the old Chinese trick of putting pebbles under the skin of 
your feet so you can't walk very far."

"An that's about my story.  I don't know for sure just how I got 
here. After my crotch healed I was drugged and put on a plane.  
And, it's like Paul said, the shots I get make me horny as all hell 
all the time and the only way I can get any satisfaction is by 
getting fucked.  I have sort of gotten used to not having any sex 
organs of my own anymore but I still miss them terribly.  I have no 
idea where my two boys ended up."

That was Steve's story.  I looked once more at his handsome, well 
muscled young body with only the thin, slightly indented scar with 
the small hole down at the lower end of it near his asshole, the 
only evidence that he had been born intact. It was extremely 
exciting for me to look at him.

"Do you want to go back home?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No, I don't.  There is nothing there for me to 
go back to."

I got up and put my cloths back on, carefully tucking my cock and 
balls
in when I zipped up my pants.  I could see a look of envy on Steves 
face even though he wouldn't admit it.  I said goodbye to Steve and 
went downstairs.  I had paid on my way in.  The propriator, a 
handsome, muscular Thai in his late 30's, also a clean cut eunuch, 
asked if I had enjoyed myself.

"I most certainly did," I said, flashing him a big grin of saited 
pleasure. "I suppose you have others as good as Steve?"

"Yes, I have several more," He said in his high pitched voice as he 
flashed me his cherubic smile, "I have a couple of local boys, one 
14 and the other 16.  Then there is Eric, a young American sailor 
who went AWOL and walked down the wrong alley one night, thin but 
muscular like Steve.  Truly a gorgeous young blonde Adonis.  I also 
have four European boys, young, muscular and goodlooking, and a 
couple of Indian boys, both in their teens, not so muscular but 
still very attractive and a couple of young nubians as well, All of 
my boys are eager and knowledgeable on how to please and of course 
they have all been fixed just like Steve.  Come back when you are 
rested and I will have whichever one you want ready.

Despite having just fucked Steve until I was exhausted I could feel 
my cock starting to grow again in anticipation of my next session 
there in that special bordello in Thailand.  Already I was looking 
forward eagerly to my next tryst.

                             -- The End --