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“Good Little Piggy – version 2” by ADMIN
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[Note: This is an alternate version of the “Good Little Piggy” story included in my eBook.]

Aunt Abigail gives young David a tour of her farm. She takes him in the
barn and shows him her gelding stocks. He is fascinated and develops a
big tent in the front of his shorts. Aunt Abigail notices and pretends
to be shocked. Then she tells him since he is so interested maybe he’d
like to try the stocks, to see how they’d fit, to see how they’d feel. “Why don’t you pull off your shorts and climb into the stocks?” She is smiling but David is scared and doesn’t move. He still has a raging
hard-on. She becomes stern and orders him to take off his shorts. He
pulls off his shorts and displays his hard-on sticking straight up and
oozing.

“Just look at your penis, David!” she exclaims.

Then she orders him to get into the stocks. He gingerly climbs into the
stocks. She circles around the stocks, strapping his arms and legs
securely into them so he can’t move.

She tells him she didn’t have to adjust the stocks because she had
another boy in the stocks just the week before. David stammers as he
asks if she really did it to him. “Yes,” she says with smile, “I did”. She tells how the boy had been misbehaving and exposing himself to the
girls in the area, brazenly masturbating right in front of them and ejaculating. He had been given warnings. He had been told what would
happen if he didn’t stop. So, finally Aunt Abigail had to do what was
needed to help him to become a good boy. David will meet him later on
when they go into town.

David’s cock is still very stiff and dripping. Aunt Abigail asks him if
he would like her to help him become a good boy too. She says he is in
the perect position and she has all the tools right nearby. “Would you
like that, David? Would you like me to do it to you?” He moans and
writhes in his bonds. She reaches between his legs and caresses his ball
sac and purrs. “C’mon, David, let me do it to you. You really want me
to, don’t you? Your sac is so tight. It aches, doesn’t it? I know what
it aches for. I know what it needs, what you need. You need me to
relieve the tightness, the pressure, the aching. You need me to gently
open that tight, aching sac and take what’s inside, those little glands,
your manhood. I love doing it to boys. I’d love to do it to you. It’s so simple, so easy. Just say the word”.

Suddenly, David tenses, jerks and starts spurting. Aunt Abigail watches
and laughs. After he finishes he sags in his bonds, exhausted. “What a naughty boy. Maybe I should geld you after all.”

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“A New Bunkmate for Abelard” by ADMIN
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[Note: This is a sequel to Abelard’s “A Chance Meeting”. Not one of my better efforts, I’m afraid. The original is much better.]

Summary: Getting lost on a back road leads to a new situation in life. —————————
My gas gauge read empty and I was in the middle of nowhere and I was
beginning to regret the whim that had caused me to take that side road,
along with the idea that it would be nice “just for the sake of
variety”. That’s when I saw Sarah Fischer’s horse farm. I breathed a
sigh of relief and pulled into their yard feeling sure I would be able
to get some extra gas and directions that would help me get out of those
back woods.

An attractive young woman dressed in jeans and work shirt came out of
the barn and invited me into the house for a cup of coffee. I gratefully accepted and as we were walking towards the house I noticed a sad faced
man walking across the yard and out towards the fields.

I sat down at the kitchen table as Sarah made the coffee. “What were you doing out in the barn,” I asked. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Oh, no,” said Sarah, “the vet’s coming over this afternoon, and I was just getting one of my colts ready for her.”

“Is she sick,” I asked.

“It’s a he,” said Sarah, with a laugh, “and no, he’s not sick, he’s just
due to undergo a certain modification to his private parts, if you know
what I mean,” and she winked.

“Oh I get it,” I said, “you’re planning to have him fixed”.

“Close enough,” said Sarah, “although gelded is the usual term we use
for horses.”

Just then there was a knock at the door and Sarah got up to let in a
very outgoing and handsome lady in her forties whom Sarah introduced as
being the vet, Felicity Lawson.

“I was just telling him about the colt,” said Sarah to Felicity. Then
she turned to me and said, “Felicity and I are great friends. We always
have a lot of fun together when she visits.” Sarah gave her a
conspiratorial wink and Felicity laughed a pleasant, warm, friendly laugh.

“Who was that man who walked by earlier,” I asked, “he seemed so sad.”

“Oh,” said Sarah, “that was Abelard. He’s just sulking because he got gelded a couple years ago and has never really been able to accept his
change in status.”

“Wow,” I said, “what happened? Did an excited horse kick him in the
groin or something?”

“Oh no,” said Felicity, “nothing like that. He was visiting a couple women who where gelding a colt and all three of them ended up getting
pretty turned on by it, so they got naked in the stable and started
playing around with each other. Then Abelard unexpectedly found himself surrendering to his innermost secret and forbidden desires and this
caused him to sweetly and submissively offer his balls to the women,
who, since they both greatly enjoyed the act of gelding males, gently
and lovingly accepted his offer.”

“It really was a very, very beautiful experience,” said Sarah with a
sigh. “But then, the next day, when Abelard woke up and realized that
he’d been gelded, that he’d permanently lost his testicles forever, he became very sulky and resentful towards us.”

Meanwhile, this talk had been a huge turn-on for me, and my pants were
all tented out in front by my throbbing, bursting erection. Felicity
noticed my condition and chuckled, saying “looks like I may get the
chance to do two little colts today, instead of just one. Why don’t you
two go into the living room and get comfortable while I go get my bag of tricks.”

Smiling, Sarah took my hand and led me into the living room and began undressing me. Soon we were both naked and sitting on the living room
couch together. She gave me a long, deep soul kiss, her stiff left
nipple brushing my arm, while her right hand lightly brushed my
throbbing, drooling cock, up and down.

Felicity came back with her vet’s bag and started to undress herself.
Soon she was sitting warm and naked on the other side of me. As she got
the anesthetic hypodermic ready, Sarah broke off kissing me and softly
asked me how her little pony was feeling today, and whether he was
really ready to be a good and brave little pony for her. I looked deep
into her eyes, gulped and nodded. Just then I winced as I felt the sting
of the hypodermic needle as Felicity injected me. A few minutes later,
as Sarah softly caressed my cock and murmured soothing words to me,
Felicity swiftly and deftly opened my scrotum and turned me into a
docile and obedient human gelding. As Felicity finished sewing me up I
came in a huge gushing orgasm, spurting all over my chest and belly.

After I got cleaned up, Sarah put me to bed in the guest room. The next
day she showed me the small room attached to the barn where I was to
live from now on and that I would have to share with the sulky Abelard.
I was to be the second gelded farm hand that Sarah had been wanting.

Later on, when I realized when I had done, what I had let myself consent
to, I too began to experience a little regret.

After my scrotum had healed and Felicity had removed my stitches,
Abelard and I compared the scars in our empty scrotums. They were
virtually identical. Felicity’s handiwork was consistenly first rate.

Every Saturday night Sarah would invite Felictiy and a couple other of
their dyke friends over for a party. They would play loud music, dance,
drink vodka and ultimately have a hot and steamy little lesbian orgy
right there in Sarah’s large living room. Abelard and I would have to
wait on them throughout the evening, bringing them snacks, vodka and
then finally, lubricant. Watching all those hot dykes licking each
other’s pussies and fucking each other with strap-ons, and smelling all
that hot, wet, excited lesbian pussy would always make my shriveled
pecker swell a little. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

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“Howie Learns His Place” by ADMIN
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Andrea: I’m tired of your disobedience and misbehavior, Howie. I think
it’s time you got some real help with learning your place in our
marriage. I have a good friend who is a doctor and she knows the perfect treatment for your kind of problems. I’ve already spoken to her and made
an appointment.

Howie: What’s she going to do to me?

Andrea: Don’t worry about it. She’ll explain it when we get there.

Later, at the doctor’s office.

Dr. Laurie: I’m glad to meet you, Howie. I’ve heard a lot about you.
Andrea tells me you’ve been having some behavior problems at home
related to your wife’s leadership in your marriage. Don’t worry, after today you’ll find things a lot easier.

What I’m going to do today is a very simple procedure. We’ll have you in and out in a jiff. So, let’s get started. Howie, take off your pants and underpants and hop up onto my exam table. Andrea will sit next to you
and hold your hand to comfort you will I’m working.

Howie begins to do as he’s told and then asks, “Uh, what, what is it,”
he stammers, “what are you going…”

Dr. Laurie cuts him off, “It’s only a minor adjustment to your little
sex glands. It’s similar to a vasectomy”. Then she gives his naked
bottom a sharp but playful swat, “Come on, hop up onto the table!”

Once on the table, Dr. Laurie tells him to spread his legs nice and
wide. Then she instructs her assistant, Maryann, to shave his private
area to get him ready.

Dr. Laurie: “I do this procedure all the time. It’s my specialty and I
love my work. It’s becoming quite common. More and more women are having
it done these days. You’re the fourth one today.

Maryann finishes prepping Howie.

Dr. Laurie: I just love the sight of a pink, pouting scrotum! Ready for
me to open it! Now, you’ll feel a little prick while I get you numbed up
with an injection.

A few minutes later.

Dr. Laurie: OK, looks like you’re ready. I’m going to begin getting you opened up.

A few minutes later, Dr. Laurie asks Maryann for her surgical scissors
and says, “Here’s the first little snip”, and then she hands something
to Maryann. After a few minutes more she says, “OK, and here’s the
second snip”, and then hands something to Maryann.

Dr. Laurie to Maryann: “Put those in a jar, his wife wants to keep them
for display”.

Dr. Laurie to Howie: “OK, Howie, we’re all done. I’m just going to close you up with a few stitches and put some bandages on and you’ll be good
to go. Also, I’ll be giving you some pain killer pills for when the anesthetic wears off.”

Howie, somewhat shaken: “What, what’s the name of the procedure, what do you call it?”

Dr. Laurie: “The medical term for it is orchiectomy but the more common
word is castration. You are now castrated, Howie”.

Dr. Laurie to Andrea: “I think you’ll find that Howie will be much
better behaved from now on. I’m sure that now he has really learned his place”.



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“Timmy’s Big, Soft Bottom” by ADMIN
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[Note: In this story Timmy undergoes late-onset puberty at the age of 18.]

Ever since he was a teen, Timmy had been acutely aware of his prominent
bottom. He’d always been a soft boy, covered with baby fat. His belly
was soft and his chest was just two small conical breasts peaked with
rosy pink nipples. He tried to diet and work out but nothing seemed to help.

After puberty, certain types of sly women began to find his bottom very interesting. At first they would just find excuses to pat and rub it.
This gave young Timmy strange feelings. Later, when he was alone he
would remember these incidents and feelings and he’d secretly play with himself. He always felt very ashamed after he played with himself but he couldn’t help it. When he played with himself he would have vague
fantasies about those women doing other things to his bottom: strange, invasive, humiliating things. And it wasn’t long before women actually
did begin doing these things.

The first woman to do these things was his own mother. Soon after
puberty she would continually find excuses for doing things to his
bottom, such as taking a rectal temp, giving enemas and finally, just “exercising” it by thrusting her finger in and out of his well lubed hole.

One day his mother told him she was going to take him to a lady doctor
that specialized in boy’s bottoms. His mother had spoken to Jimmy’s mom
and she had recommended the doctor. (Jimmy was a boy that lived down the
street and who also had a large bottom.)

After arriving at the lady doctor’s he soon found himself in the usual position, naked from the waist down and bent over a table. His mother
stayed in the exam room to watch of course. After the usual poking,
prodding and finger fucking the lady doctor discussed his mother’s
current bottom treatment regimen and complimented her on her “exercise” program. Then she volunteered to demonstrate an even more effective
method of “exercise”. Timmy was shocked to see the lady doctor slip off
her skirt and strap-on a dildo over her panties. His mother watched with excited interest as the lady doctor moved behind Timmy, gently
penetrated him and then proceeded to slowly fuck his tight little hole
while he squirmed and gasped.

“You’ll probably notice a very perceptible rising in his male member
when you do this,” said the lady doctor. She was right, Timmy’s peepee
was very red and stiffly erect. “This is perfectly normal and is a sign
of good health. Although this may be a good time to discuss Timmy’s masturbation habits. How often does he masturbate?”

“Oh, about twice a day,” said his mom.

“Mom!” objected Timmy.

“Shhhhh, Timmy, grown-ups are talking,” said his mom.

“When I examined his prostate earlier,” said the lady doctor as she continued to fuck him, “it seemed unusually swollen. I believe the ejaculations he achieves through masturbation aren’t fully effective.
You should see the benefit of exercising him in this fashion in a minute
or two, however.”

She was right, after another minute of being steadily butt-fucked he
gasped and tensed and jet after copious jet of cum began spurting out.

When he finally stopped spurting and collapsed on the table the lady
doctor eased the dildo out of his aching, throbbing hole and said, “I
think you’ll find that after a release like that the swelling in his
prostate will be completely gone.”

“Where can I buy one of those!” asked his mom. Timmy just groaned.

“You can buy one from my receptionist on the way out,” replied the lady doctor with a smirk.

A similar scenario was played out in junior high school when Timmy began
having spontaneous erections in biology class. The lady biology teacher
sent him to the school nurse, the nurse checked with his mother and soon
Timmy was bent over a table being sodomized with a strap-on worn by the
school nurse. From then on whenever he got a spontaneous erection in
biology class he was sent down to the nurse’s office for another session
with her strap-on.

When Timmy became a little older he interviewed for a job as an office
boy. He was interviewed by a very confident young women in a business skirt-suit. As he was standing outside the interview room waiting to go
in he noticed two other business women eyeing his conspicuous bottom. He
heard one of them whisper to the other, “Ummm, he’s got a nice one,” and they both laughed softly. He couldn’t help but notice that most of the
other men he saw in the hallways also had large, soft bottoms. They were
all shy and avoided making eye contact.

The interviewer told him that he was definitely what they were looking
for. All he had to do before he was hired was submit to a special
physical by the company’s nurse practitioner. Timmy groaned inwardly –
he had a pretty good idea what this would entail.

Once in the nurse practitioner’s exam room she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and told him to lower his pants and underpants and bend over her
exam table. She lost no time in touching and caressing his big soft
naked bottom. Then she gently spread his cheeks apart and inspected in
between. She told him she was going to test his rectal responses but
first she would have to fit a special cuff over his penis. After she put
the cuff on she proceeded to lube up his hole and to poke, prod and fuck
him with her fingers and various long, thin, vibrating instruments until
his stiff throbbing penis exploded into the cuff filling the attached
reservoir to the bursting point. Timmy made quite a shameful spectacle, panting, gasping and moaning throughout. The nurse smiled smugly as she
eased the slimy cuff off his slick, slippery cock. “I think you’ve
proved yourself adequately responsive,” she said with a smirk. (“Why are they always smirking??” thought Timmy.)

After he was hired, the various lady execs in the company took turns
taking him into their offices and sodomizing him with their strap-ons
until his semen jetted out onto their desks, chairs and carpets.

Then one day one of the lady execs took him into her office and he
immediately pulled down his pants and underpants and bent over the desk
without being told. She laughed and came over to rub his big, soft
bottom. “You’re got such a lovely big bottom,” she said, “in fact, it’s
a perfect bottom for a eunuch. I’m very fond of eunuchs, as it happens,
and I especially enjoy making new ones. Let’s see what we have here,”
and she casually ran her hand up, under and between his legs. She
stopped to gently grasp and caress his tight, full sac. “Hmmm, I can see you’re not a eunuch yet but we can fix that,” she chuckled. As soon as
she said that Timmy gave a loud grunt and spontaneously spurted a huge
load all over the side of her desk. “Hmmm, I see you like the idea,” she purred. “All the other office boys that work here have been made into eunuchs,” she said with a smile. “I love having lots of castrated males around me at work.”

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“They All Laughed” by ADMIN
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[Note: This contains a lot of the same material as the story, “Only
Sissies Masturbate”, included in my eBook.]

Whenever she had female friends over to visit my wife made me wait on
them. One day, while I was getting some things ready in the kitchen I
overheard her talking to her friends.

“What do you think of hubby? Isn’t he coming along nicely?” said my wife.

“Oh yes, what a nice big bottom!” said one of her friends and they all laughed.

My wife said, “Thanks. It was really pretty easy. The first step was to
train him to take care of his own sex needs. I could tell when I met him
he was a sissy that masturbated a lot. So when I caught him jerking off
it was a simple matter to make him do it all the time.” They all laughed.

“You’re right!” added one of her friends. “I trained all my boyfriends to do that. Men are such little boys, they love showing off for mommy!”
They all laughed.

“Oh, I know,” said another woman. “I love making a guy perform, especially when he’s saved up a nice big load. It’s such fun watching
him milk it! It makes him so embarrassed!” They all laughed.

I entered the room with a tray of drinks and snacks.

“Oh, hi dear,” said my wife, “I was just telling everybody how much you like jerking off!” I blushed and stammered and they all laughed. Then
she turned to one of her friends and said, “Oh, and Bernice, thanks for lending me that issue of “Sissy Care”, it gave me great ideas for transforming hubby. I’m going to subscribe.”

“Oh, no problem,” said Bernice, “I use it with my hubby too. But I have to admit some of the ideas are a little extreme. Like having sex with
another man while hubby watches. Or making hubby service another man. It
is kind of exciting but, gee, I don’t know.”

“Oh yeah, and how about the idea of ‘fixing’ his little masturbation problem,” snickered my wife mimicking scissor snips with her index and
middle finger, “like a naughty little doggy.” The women gasped with
shock and started tittering.

“Don’t laugh,” said Audrey, “I know a woman who had her husband ‘fixed’
and she’s quite happy with the results.” There was a mixed reaction of shock, amusement and curiosity.

My wife noticed the big bulge in my shorts and ordered me to expose
myself to each of her friends. Each one took advantage and touched and
squeezed and stroked me. It was intensely humiliating to have my most
private and sensitive flesh handled and toyed with in such a casual and familiar way. My wife warned me: ‘no accidents’, but as the 5th woman squeezed and caressed me I lost it and cried, “No, please mommy! Oh!
Oh!” and started spurting. It was so devastating to have my most private
sex function displayed so terribly openly and exposed. They all watched
and giggled.

As I was cleaning up the gooey mess my wife warned darkly that my little
bottom hole was really going to be sorry tonight. I whimpered and they
all laughed. Then she laughed and announced, “Don’t worry, my little
sissy actually loves being penetrated, isn’t that right, honey?” I
blushed and hung my head and they all laughed.

My wife peeled off her panties, leaned back on the sofa where she sat
and spread her legs, baring her hairy, wet pussy. She ordered me to get
down on my hands and knees and lick her while she continued talking to
her friends.

With my cheeks burning with shame and humiliation I did as I was told.
She turned to one of her friends and said, “Audrey, what were you saying about the woman that had her husband castrated?”

“Oh yes,” said Audrey, “she’s my neighbor. I was over visiting and somehow the subject came up. When she saw how interested I was she had
her husband drop his pants so I could see what it looked like. His
peepee was small and childish and there was nothing underneath except
two small scars.”

“You’re lucky!” said my wife, “I’ve never known a man that’s been castrated.”

“Oh, it’s more common than you think,” said Bernice. “More and more women are choosing it. I’ve even discussed it with Arnold.”

“Excuse me,” my wife said as she leaned back and let my fluttering
tongue bring her to a noisy orgasm. “Ummmm, that was nice,” said my
wife. “Is there anyone else interested in receiving some oral pleasure?”

Several of the women were quite eager to take advantage of the offer.
They all laughed as I crawled across the floor on all fours to Bernice,
my face slick and glistening with my wife’s juices. My cock was
throbbing and dribbling inside my shorts but I didn’t dare ask for
relief. As I started to lick her pussy Bernice said, “Ummmm, that’s
good, but ya know, once you have him castrated he’ll be even better at
it.” I whimpered and they all laughed.

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Summary: The fabulously wealthy Beatrice decides to have her new
puppy-boy altered for her idle convenience.

————————————–

Beatrice returns home to her North London mansion after a hard day’s
shopping at Harrods and the like.

“Ah, it’s so lovely being posh,” she thinks to herself. “I’m so glad I
married Max. I knew he was loaded when I married him, but I really had
no idea, until after his unfortunate death, that he was so fabulously wealthy.” She lets out a contented purr. “I almost feel guilty at having encouraged him to use those amyl-nitrate poppers during sex. I mean, I
knew he had a heart murmur, and everything, but how I was to know how
acute it was? It was really a completely innocent mistake, one that
anyone in my exact same position could have made.”

Just then, her PA, Jane, interrupts her thoughts and informs her that
the new puppy-boy she ordered has arrived.

Beatrice inspects the puppy-boy, named Billy, who kneels naked on the
floor in front of them.

Being naked and humiliated in front of the powerful and sexy Beatrice
causes Billy to become erect and his erection strains for attention.

Beatrice snorts with disgust. “Just look at him”, she says to Jane. “Males and their everlasting erections, begging for attention. Well I
suppose we may as well humor him and let him get a little relief.”

Beatrice commands Billy to jerk off for their amusement.

“That’s right, little puppy-boy”, coos Beatrice, as Billy vigorously strokes himself, “show off for your mummy, show her what you can do.”

When Billy cums, Beatrice coos, “that’s a good boy, good boy, well done. What a lovely big mess you’ve made for your loving mummy. What a
generous tribute to my feminine charms. That’s right, pump it all out,
every drop. Very good, very nice.”

Then she casually turns to Jane and asks her to call Sarah, her personal
Vet, and to tell her she’s got a little job for her.

Jane protests, “But Beatrice, surely you don’t mean to have him…???”

“Oh, but yes, my dear Jane,” Beatrice dryly intones, “that is exactly what I mean.”

Jane shrugs and says, “Ok, you’re the boss.”

Beatrice greets Sarah warmly when she arrives.

Billy has already been made ready for her. He is securely bound, bent
over a special purpose bench.

Sarah smiles as she sees Billy stretched out and ready for her.

Beatrice and Jane relax in large overstuffed chairs and sip champagne as
they watch Sarah perform the requested alteration on the helpless puppy-boy.

When Sarah is finished, Beatrice says, “Take him away to the kennels
until he’s healed.”

Two weeks later she asks Jane how the new puppy-boy’s doing.

“You mean, Billy?” asks Jane.

“Yes, I believe that was his name,” Beatrice replies.

“He’s doing fine. Better than fine, really. He’s even made friends with some of your non-neutered puppy-boys. It’s amusing to watch him offer
his sexual favors, his submissive mouth and butt, to them.”

“Yes,” drawls Beatrice, “I can just imagine. But please have him thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed and bring him to my bed chamber, I feel
the need for some rest and relaxation.”

Billy can’t believe his good luck as being allowed into the presence of
his sexy and totally naked mistress.

Beatrice inspects his empty scrotum and chuckles. “How I love the sight
of an empty sac,” she says to herself, “especially if it’s been done at my command. It gives me such a feeling of power to know I can do that to
a male. It’s really got my clit throbbing now and I’m aching to be licked.”

Beatrice leans back on her enormous bed and spreads her legs revealing
her beautiful, pouting, pink shaven pussy to Billy’s adoring, worshipful eyes.

“C’mon, little puppy-boy, your mummy needs a good licking.”

As she feels Billy’s warm, eager tongue going to work on her pussy, she
sighs and leans back on her satin pillows. “Ahhhh, ummmmm, it’s true
what they say,” she murmurs contentedly, “neutered puppy-boys do make
the best pussy lickers.”

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In the future, women will be able to choose to convert their partners
into eunuch property that they own. Once converted, they are given a
deed of ownership to the new eunuch.

Classified ad: Eunuch: for sale by first owner. Obedient worker and affectionate companion.

Classified ad: Woman looking for partner to marry and eventually convert
to eunuch property.

Woman: I’ve had five husbands so far and I’ve converted each one. They
knew when I married them I intended to convert them. You can judge a
male’s readiness for it, when he gets to be needing it. My favorite time
in a relationship is the first two months after conversion. A new eunuch
is just so affectionate and devoted and grateful. I call it the ‘Eunuch Honeymoon’. But after a while the relationship gets stale and humdrum, that’s when I sell them off and go hunting for a new mate *laughs*.

Eunuch: It’s true, I do miss the activity and excitement of being a male
but I much prefer being owned. I feel so much more calm and secure. And
I had secretly wanted to be converted ever since I first heard of it
when I was younger. I’m so glad I was able to find a woman who wanted to marry me and have me converted. I love being my owner’s soft and sweet
little eunuch pet.

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A tribe of Amazons keep a herd of sissy-men for their amusement. One of
their favorite sports is to play hide-and-go-castrate. Five sissy-men
are selected and told to go hide. the last one to be found gets to keep
his balls, the other four lose theirs.

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“Elective” by ADMIN
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January 23, 2022
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Characters: Lady surgeon, her assistant and a male patient.

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Surgeon: What have we got today? An orchi? What’s the reason?

Assistant: Elective. Notes say he always wanted a strong woman to do it
to him but was too shy. So his wife got the referral.

S: Been a while since I did an orchi. Used to do a lot of them when I
was younger.

A: Electives?

S: Yes, as a matter of fact. I used to search them out. I had a kind of
radar, similar to that ‘gay-dar’ the gays have. I could sense the
potential in a guy. They seldom were aware of it themselves. I would
befriend them and slowly work to bring it out.

A: It must have been a surprise when they realized it.

S: Oh, sure. But I always timed it so that the moment of realization
didn’t really come until I had them naked and tied down on my surgical
table.

A: Did they beg you to stop?

S: Oh, no, quite the contrary. Sure, they were scared but they were also overwhelmed by the sudden revelation of their subconscious need. Many of
them begged me to do it with tears of love and gratitude streaming from
their eyes.

A: That’s pretty intense. Why did you stop?


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