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I woke up this particular day to the incessant ringing of Buck’s cell phone. I was nearly blinded by the sun hitting me eyes and while I tried to regain control over them, I heard a very inspired Buck obviously trying to make a sale. My head hurt from the Tequila and my stomach felt like an out of body experience. When I finally realized the deal being made certainly involved me, I began trying to hear what new torment might be coming my way.

All I really heard was, “I guess we’ll talk later then. And remember, Sidney is the best TG to come down the pike… ever. I knew what TG meant, but it was the praise I had heard issued to me that really made me feel good.

By the time I was coming out of the bathroom, Buck was standing there and demanded that I feed on him. It was unlike his style to make demands like that. He was more the type to coax you into thinking it was your idea. When I saw the hardon he had for me, I dropped to my knees right there in the tight confines of the hallway and started taking his pants down. I didn’t want him to know that I had heard his praise of me, so I didn’t want to mention that I knew he had been on the phone.

About half way through my morning ritual of feeding on my owner, he couldn’t hold back any longer and told me about two calls he had received. They were both inquiries about my balls and had been inspired by Bruno spreading the word about what had happened last night. One man was from the UK and even offered to come pick them up himself. This was when I learned that there was really quite an extensive loose netted group of tranny training clubs across the world. Each group had their own way of handling things amongst themselves, but it was the collectors of both the twisted porn and the body parts that linked them all together. Buck’s club didn’t like to interact with other groups much for fear of being exposed by their sloppy methods.

While Buck fucked my mouth slowly, he told me how much better off I had it with his group than some of the alternatives. One group in the northeast paid for young men to sell themselves into the tranny world. Another loose knit group in Utah snatched loner men at will, and didn’t hesitate to rape at will either. He pointed out how well organized his club was and used my accelerated progress to prove it. Evidently, most tranny clubs paid little attention to getting caught because of the shame their victims would have to admit to, to get them prosecuted.

I felt a need to state my view and paused long enough to tell Buck, “I’d never turn you in, you know. You’ve kept your word to me, never hurt me, and I have to respect you for that.” I saw his pleased look and added to that, “Besides, I’ve had plenty of chances to leave… and even turn you in, but I haven’t have I? You might be my captor, but the chains aren’t always so easy to see.” I was speaking of the mental hold he had over me and how he had a perfect way of talking me into doing as he wanted.

After Buck was finished serving me up my morning taste, he was very relaxed and giddy over the two collectors that had called him. As fearful as I was, I was getting a contact high just by witnessing his exuberance. No one had made a definite offer to him, but it was like he had just won the lottery - and I was the winning ticket. He confessed to me that the man in the UK had offered to pay to have me delivered to his club for my actual castration. I guess the fear on my face was enough for Buck to tell me he would never send me away for that without knowing a lot more about the club first.

I was beginning to realize that I was getting a lot more from Buck than any of his other trainees ever had and decided that I should do something to show my appreciation. Granted, I had already promised him myself as a trophy, but that was easily two months down the road. I needed to do something now to continue building on what we had already forged. The tough part was that meant going to work for him and making him money. I was still far from accepting myself as a male prostitute, but essentially, that is exactly what I had become. I hoped that by instigating the conversation that I would be able to steer it in a direction that I could handle.

I began by nonchalantly talking about Buck’s money reserves. I found out that he had money in savings, but he never touched that money so it would be there as a retirement fund. His on-hand cash was a different story. I had helped catch up bills for him, but he was still cash poor. I guess he thought I was hinting at wanting something, but it was only his trust and attention I was after. He offered to go into his retirement fund to thank me and buy whatever I wanted, but that would have had the opposite effect.

“No, I don’t want anything,” I stated. “I want to help you get money. You’re already giving me everything I need and as a trainee, that’s all I should expect. I was wondering how to help you.”

Buck retorted with, “What you did two nights ago and yesterday has already earned me three grand. But it’s nice to know you’re willing to help on your own.”

“Well, I consider it part of my training, too. But you’re being so understanding about me needing time on that other thing that I want to prove that I can do this for you.”

Buck told me that he could make a few calls and see if any of the other members had anything going. He asked me if I had any ideas of what I would want to do and I shook my head. All I could say was that my training was in his hands and I really didn’t know what had to be accomplished.

He spent an hour on the phone talking to people and I was left wondering what in the hell had come over me. Were the pills turning me into a sex maniac, was I being quite successfully brainwashed, or was I just as much a part of this whole gender bending exercise as the owners? Whatever it was that was driving me, I found myself in a constant state of sexual arousal that kept me daydreaming about every possible scenario I might find myself involved in. In the end, I knew this was all about the fact that Buck had become my most trusted friend, and even my best friend. He had no idea how much I would endure for his sake.

When Buck came back to tell me about his phone calls, he looked happy, but concerned. I asked him if he had found any way I could help his cash situation and he told me he had been given several leads. He started talking about a couple of them. One was a member couple that wanted a trainee for the weekend, but he didn’t want that because he didn’t want me exposed to women yet. I was happy with that myself. It was bad enough that a bunch of male perverts already knew I was turning, but seeing a woman going off on me was too much to handle.

Another event was one of the owners wanted to make a tape of a beginner like myself, with his advanced trainee. Yet another was a small group of members wanted me for a photo shoot. Buck explained that there were two groups of members; owners and buyers. The buyers were people simply interested in trannys for their sexual uses and had been invited into the club as trusted customers. I finally stopped Buck when he laughingly began talking about bestiality.

I said, “Look, I’ll do whatever you want as long as I don’t get hurt, but I don’t want any details. Just set it up and… well… just set it up. I trust you to take care of me, so I’ll trust whatever you decide on.”

I guess he could understand my apprehension over knowing too much and he left me alone. I watched him in the other room through the reflection of a mirror and saw he was really mulling over his end of deciding things. It was at least twenty minutes before he went for his cell phone to make a call. I couldn’t hear anything and suddenly I was wishing I had stayed in the loop.

While lying on the bed and waiting to hear from Buck over what he had decided to use me for to take up my offer to help make him some immediate pocket money, my eyes grew heavy from the drinking of the night before. I fell over onto the bed and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was trembling in an all over body sweat as I was looking around the room and wondering just how far I was going to fall into this gender challenge.

Buck came in and had a beaming smile on his face. I was a little confused as to what had transpired in the preceding hours, but it all came rushing to my mind as Buck held out his hand for mine and said, “We’re all ready for you.”

I reached out and allowed him to help me up off the bed and was led out of the room. He led me through several corridors that I recognized as being in the building he had brought me to the night he had frightened me so badly. Tonight was different though and I knew fully well what was coming for me. We stopped outside of a closed door and Buck went through a grocery bag that was setting on a small table by it. When he retracted his hand, I began trembling as I saw the very vessel I had Buck buy for me to encase my testicles in… it was time to give Buck his well deserved trophy.

My knees buckled and I nearly fell into a faint. I felt Buck’s hands grabbing to catch me.

“You sure you’re ready to do this,” he asked?

All I could do was nod my head slightly and tried standing upright on my own strength again. I stared at the glass container and went into a dream world thinking about what I was about to do. My days as Billy were about to end and he would be dead forever in just a short time. Sure, I could go back home and pretend I was still the same person I had been when I left my hometown, but I would never feel safe just knowing that within my pants was only the embarrassing truth of being an eunuch. But a moment of thought about why I had fled that place was enough to commit my resolve that Billy would never have a desire to go back there anyway. Killing off the person I was at this time wasn’t worth a drop of fear.

I looked down and saw the points of my new nipples through the thin fabric of the tee shirt I was wearing and smiled inwardly over the new female persona I had been taking on. I was already Sidney and had been accepting that for so many weeks now that losing my balls seemed to only represent my commitment to become a member of the transgender world. As Sidney, I could remake my life into something I could feel better about; something I could live more easily with as I went forward in my new life. I was proud of the breasts I was developing and knew that as soon as my balls were gone that my depleted testosterone would stop tormenting my mind over my fall from manhood.

I looked up and into my Master’s eyes to see the final reason I needed to feel good about what I was about to go through. Buck was about to get the trophy I had been promising him and I took a deep breath knowing the time was finally at hand to make him proud of me. This whole ordeal was just to see him give that damned grin of his over winning over my mind and body. What had always seemed like a mocking smirk to me was about to turn into a rewarded face of appreciation for winning me over. I was about to become Buck’s property in a way that was wholly undeniable, and I would be his to take care of for the rest of whatever was to come. I knew my hopes were to always be his, but if a year down the road he saw fit to sell me to another master, it would be totally his decision to part from me and my place to simply accept his desires.

With a great deal of trouble, I somehow formed the words, “I’m ready!”

I knew I was about to face the most embarrassing ordeal of my life. I was about to be stripped down in front of cameras and several men, given a last right to prove I was born as a male, and endure the perverse sounds of real men growing giddy over the sight of Buck stealing away yet another man from the face of the planet. My thoughts went immediately to how Buck would get to gloat to all his fellow members over how he had trained me so well in such a short time so as to give him the ultimate trophy - my balls. I reached out to take the decanter from him that would soon hold the only remembrance of my manhood, and told him, “Let’s do this before I chicken out.”

I grabbed for the door handle, but Buck grabbed me by my crotch as if to enjoy the feel of his trophy one last time before they became inanimate objects only to be fawned over, and effeminized me for what would be the very last time under these conditions. He forced his lips over mine and saw I still had trouble kissing another man, but without a factory making testosterone, it would probably become much easier in the near future. When he ran his hand up under my shirt and felt my newly forming left tit and tweaked the hardened nipple, I had no doubt I was making the right decision to kill off Billy for the sake of truly becoming Sidney.

As the door swung open, my eyes immediately went to the chair. Next to the chair, the few men there to witness my emasculation by means of castration seemed almost nonexistent. My legs grew weak and Buck was helping me to walk towards the chair. I was glad that the stainless steel cart that held the instruments wasn’t present yet. I studied the crudeness of the chair that was so well designed to hold its victims in place. I pictured what I would look like in it to the men as I was strapped in with my legs held spread just enough for the doctor to do his business. I finally looked around the room and studied the faces of those waiting longingly to bare witness to my mutilation, and then to the door off to one side where I knew the doctor would be coming from with that damned cart of clamps and scalpels.

I felt my shirt being tugged over my head by Buck and stood there dumbfounded as I felt him stripping away my clothes for the procedure. In the past, getting nude in front of men had always been such a demeaning thing for me to go through, but that seemed like such a little part of what was happening to me now. Oddly enough, I don’t think I ever felt my balls swaying between my legs so meaningfully before. The thought of not feeling that in the future was now was playing on my mind. When Buck pushed gently on my back, I understood I was bared and turned to take my seat. As I sat down and back into the chair, I finally became fully aware that I was the entertainment that these men had gathered to see, and their eyes were all coming to rest on me. My fear couldn’t be hidden, but my resolve to please my man, my Master, kept my nerves in check.

Two men came forward and began strapping my ankles into the leather cuffs. As I felt them tugging my legs open to reach the restraints, I felt Buck tugging something out of my clamped fingers. I realized I was still holding the vessel and its emptiness made me breathe hard through my nose. Thinking about how my testicles would soon be dropped into that glass and thus washing its emptiness away almost made me faint.

I saw the two men taking the videos of my encasement and restraining, and someone turned on a spotlight that lit me up even more than the already well lit room had been a moment earlier. The side door banged open and I sat upright as I watched the doctor wheeling his cart into the room and breathed heavily several times through my nose in nerve racking apprehension. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life as the wheels of the cart grew closer to the chair. I tried to snap my legs closed… as if I could.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Buck touched my arm and told me it was time to get started. He reminded me of the declaration I had to make to memorialize my willing participation for the camera and then to take my last shot. By that he meant my last use of my balls. I gulped hard as he backed out of the shot and slowly began the short speech I had prepared for the occasion. I could hardly remember any of what I had worked up in my mind, so essentially I stated that I was allowing this operation to be done of my own free will, and somehow I managed to say how I hoped Buck would like his trophy. When I saw the grins on the men’s faces, I felt obligated to dwell on how I was offering my Master his rightly due compensation for taking me into my new world. The grins quickly turned into mesmerized looks of silent approval of Buck’s abilities to bend a mind.

The next act was painfully hard to begin, but I wasn’t going to allow the end of my life as a man to come without a final turn at displaying it. I needed desperately to ejaculate one last time, if for nothing else than to have the memory of what it felt like. I grabbed my cock in my right hand and ran the fingers of my left hand under my balls to entice my actions. I had to close my eyes to keep the men watching my depraved act from interfering with my need for a last chance to cum. My fingers felt the weight of my testicles for their last time and explored every nuance of their shape and texture. The room seemed to disappear as I forced my mind to focus on whatever thoughts helped keep me erect, and I was so disgusted with myself when I found the only thing that worked seemed to be dreaming about the very act that was about to happen. I imagined what I would look like without my scrotum hanging down by the weight of my balls, and went on to wonder if I would even be able to get an erection after tonight.

My mind flashed back to the other guy I had seen sitting in this very chair awaiting his castration and how he had simply let his cum fly aimlessly through the air. I knew I needed more than that to feel good about what I was doing, so when I was finally able to bring myself to the brink of cumming, I snapped my left hand in front of my cock to catch the last sperm to ever be made by Buck’s soon-to-be prize. I heard myself moaning and even though I felt humiliated to be masturbating in front of the very audience about to witness my fall from their ranks, I cried out in a loud grunt as I shot my last sperm into the palm of my hand. I opened my eyes and watched as my final spurts flew out of the tip of my prick and made a puddle in my hand. My breathing was so exaggerated as I looked at the mess in my palm and then suddenly, as I grabbed my balls for a final feel of their last triumph, I brought my hand to my face and sucked the globs of cum into my mouth. I swished it all around my mouth and savored the flavor I would never again be able to make. It was the first time I think I ever really wanted to seriously taste sperm instead of just making it go down my throat. When I turned to see Buck holding the glass in his hand, I slowly sipped the fluid down my throat and smiled at him. If I was ever to taste sperm again, it would have to be at the pleasure of another man.

Buck came over and sat the glass on the wide arm of the chair and began strapping my wrist into the cuff as another man came over to strap my other hand down. When they were done, Buck gave me a quick grin and the men stepped back. My nerves were strangling my breath to keep me from crying out as the doctor wheeled his cart next to my legs. He sat his stool between my knees and made himself comfortable. I watched as he took a cup of fluid, iodine apparently, and brushed the liquid all around the base of my scrotum. It was cold and made my balls shrivel into a tight ball.

The doctor filled the glass beside me with formaldehyde and turned back to his cart. He laughed when he brought the clamping device in front of me and saw my tightened sack, but with a few manipulations of his rubber covered fingers, he relaxed my scrotum enough to pull my balls out straight. I watched him fitting the clamp around the base of my balls in a vertical fashion and tighten the knobs of the device until it squeezed my once valued flesh into a flattened mash of wrinkled skin. My testicles bulged out and tightened again, but they immediately began falling as soon as the blood flow was cut off.

The doc brought a syringe to my crotch and began shooting a local pain killer into several different areas around the base of my sack. He then pulled the cutting guides tightly into place that would make the cut perfectly straight and allowing his next action to be done quickly. He looked up at me one last time and reached for his scalpel, but when he brought it in front of my trussed balls, he turned and offered the final act to Buck. With that once hated smirking grin of his, he quickly reached for the scalpel. I took a quick look at the glass beside me and held my breath. I couldn’t pry my eyes from what was about to happen to me for anything, even though the thought of it happening made me want to vomit. Buck felt my balls with his bare fingers and stared into my eyes.

I knew my eyes were begging him not to do this to me, but my mind was made up and I wanted him to have his trophy so badly that I swelled with pride knowing that he was finally getting what he wanted so dearly. I was seconds away from proving to him that I was his property, that he could do with me what he wanted now, and that I had placed my life in his hands. If he wanted me as his sex toy, I was all his.

I watched Buck bring the edge of the scalpel just before the start of my captured skin, and with a final look at the resolve on my face to offer myself to him, he looked back at what he was doing. He worked the scalpel slowly into the start of my scrotum enough to make the cut clean as the doctor had instructed him to do, and then I watched in abject horror as he pulled the blade down hard against the cutting guides. It was nearly too much for my mind to accept as I watched my once cherished balls fall away with the passing of the knife. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the weight of my balls pulled the skin that once held them so lovingly, away from my body. There was surprisingly little blood coming from Buck’s action, but my eyes concentrated on the wickedness of the thing that I had allowed to happen to my body.

Buck was catching my balls in his hand as his other was cutting them free from my body. And when he had successfully traversed the guiding bars and my balls fell freely into his hand, I quickly looked up to see the amazingly pleased look he sported at having finally laid claim to me. I was his now and there was absolutely no turning back anymore. I watched as he brought my balls past my eyes and grabbed for the vessel beside me. Surprisingly, I didn’t seem in the least bit at a loss for the items right in front of me that I had once protected so well. Instead, I watched the pleased look of the man I had handed myself over to as he gently dropped my balls into the glass and held it up in front of me to view with him.

My mind flashed back to my visit to Bruno’s collection of castrated testicles and knew that I was now part of someone’s collection. I had become a prized procession, or at least part of me had. I felt about to faint again as the realization came rushing to me that I was no longer a man; I had allowed Buck to make me into a eunuch. I was on my way to being the more feminine being that my Master had always wanted of me. I looked down to see the doctor pushing back the cutting guides so as to suture my dissected skin. And then I looked at the sweat covered mounds on my chest that I had been growing and saw them in such a new way. Sidney had really been born… and I closed my eyes to dwell on what exactly that meant.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp push to my shoulder and Buck was calling to me.

“Sidney, wake up. It’s time to put you to work.”

I bolted upright in bed and realized everything I had just been through was just a dream. My body was covered in sweat and I fought to understand which was real - had I lost my balls or not. When I flung my hand to my crotch to feel that I was still intact, Buck chuckled and asked why I was soaked. I grabbed the sides of my head and began telling him about my dream, but when I realized I was exposing my fears to him, I stopped abruptly.

I blurted out as I grabbed his arm to reassure him that I wasn‘t backing out of my promise to him, “No, no… yeah, I’m scared, but it was just so real. It freaked me out, but I swear… I swear you can still have them.” And after thinking about how pleased I had felt as I had dreamt watching my cut balls falling into the glass for my Master, I added, “I think I can… I think I can do it now. I know… I know I can give them to you now.” I bit my lower lip while making sure I was about to speak the truth, and said, “I want you to have them, or at least take them. You can sell them now. I’m ready.

Buck seemed dumfounded once again, but his brilliant smile told me he realized he had won me over. He now knew I was really ready and that my balls could be put up for auction. But there was now a time crunch since I had slept away the last hour and we had to get going to whatever he had set up for me to do. He hurried me off to the shower and said he would pick out what he wanted me to wear as I did so. As I passed the mantel to grab a drink of water, I stopped to look at the decanter I had picked out to hold my balls and could almost imagine what they would look like in there now. Buck saw me doing that and sure enough, my action elicited that sparkling grin of his. This time however, it wasn’t nearly as annoying or bothersome to me as it had been in the past.

A half hour later we were on the road and headed for a somewhat distant destination. I was dressed in a tight white tee and micro shorts, along with my dog collar of course. My nipples were hard as I told Buck the details of my dream and just before we got to where he was taking me, he began telling me the odd coincidence that he had set up a party at another collector’s house. I hadn’t heard what might happen to me tonight, but I was anxious to see another man’s collection after my dream. I knew the jars I would be shown would have such a different meaning to them now and was almost excited at understanding what those men that had sacrificed themselves as trophies had thought as they themselves were castrated.

I was also told that my “job” for the night would be to entertain anyone that wanted my services, and though I was to cooperate, he wanted me to act as the reluctant toy he had come to know. The one exception would be the collector himself. With him he wanted me to try to drive up the price for my offering, whenever that might happen now.

As we pulled up to a secluded mini-mansion with several cars already in the drive, he said he had one question he needed me to answer before we went in. As I attached my leash to my collar, he asked, “How long?”

I asked, “How long for what?

He replied, “How long before you’ll be ready?”

I knew he meant when I would be ready for my ceremonial castration. I hung my head and thought for a moment, and I knew that after my very realistic dream that he could almost have them tonight if he wanted them. But that meant affirming that he was my real Master and had won, so I acted accordingly.

“I guess that’s up to you now. Just promise me that you’ll get a good price for them… and… I want you to have the fun you’re entitled to as you take them.”

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