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Andrew kisses the back of my neck and I stir awake again in his arms.  I
open my eyes.  He is sitting up, holding me tight, and my face is mashed
onto his meaty shoulder.  As I lift my head, I see a little patch of
dribble where my mouth was.

   Andrew lets me up and I sit in his lap, looking around, his warm arms
around my bare tummy like a seat belt.  My balls still hurt like hell but
it's a dull ache now.  Both are swolen and purple but I don't think they're
split open or anything.  Hopefully no permanent damage.  What a... 
temporary...  relief that could turn out to be.

   The quad is filling up.  The last of the hopefuls who might yet become
breeders are filing in one by one as their ethics...  thing...  concludes,
but most boys are already here.  Right in the centre is a huge circle of
boys sitting down or kneeling, all masturbating together.  They all know
for sure they aren't good enough, and are trying to enjoy their last jack
with their balls still attached.

   I know I should probably join them, seeing as I've got no chance either,
but...  I don't know.  It just doesn't seem right.  The scene has a feeling
of...  of anger and resentment about it, and that isn't how I feel.

   "Max..." Andrew's voice is soft and gentle.  I turn to him to see love
and concern in his eyes.

   "You know if they let me choose you, I'd choose you in a second right? I
would do absolutely anything to choose you, baby boy." Tears in his eyes as
he says it.  Understandable, I cried myself to sleep on his shoulder a
little while ago because I was sure they're going to cut me.  I smile wanly
back at him.  I'm still sure.  Miss Arlise wouldn't have pulped my balls if
she thought they were prime breeding material, now would she?  I gotta
answer him though.

   "I know man, I know.  But you can't.  It has to be an actual homosexual,
not just someone so slutty he's willing to have sex with either gender." I
try to laugh it off, but inside, I feel like I'm...  breaking into little
pieces.  I wish I was gay, I really do.  But the fact is, while I can tell
Andrew is attractive, I don't feel attracted to him.  There is a huge
difference.  I feel like we're friends who happen to get each other off,
not really lovers.

   I look back at the angry circle of naked, jacking boys.  Suddenly I spot
something.  Maybe there is just one more good deed I can do, while there is
still time.  Litte Ian is sitting in the circle and of course the
homophobic jerks around him have left a big gap either side of him.  No
doubt they'll all be spreading his cheeks within a month, hypocritical
fucks.  Well, not if I can help it.  I turn back to Andrew.

   "Someone I want you to meet.  I'll go get him."

   "Okay babe."

   Ian looks up in surprise as I grasp his shoulder and lean down to talk
to him.

   "Hey baby boy!  I am VERY sorry I haven't seen you all week.  I keep
getting dragged to this or that!"

   He smiles back, his cute little dimples showing.

   "'Sok man!  How are you?"

   "Oh, you know, sore.  Come on, someone I want you to meet."

   "'Kay!"

   I lead the smaller boy by the hand over to Andrew.  Ian grips my hand
apprehensively as we approach.  Of course - he is used to the violent,
homophobic Andrew, not the, you know, gay as hell Andrew.

   "Ian, the cutest homosexual bottom in our cohort, I would like you to
meet the new and improved, out of the closet Andrew, the biggest, strongest
and most beautiful homosexual top in our cohort, chosen by the Girls for
homoerotic displays, and soon to be collared!"

   Ian stares blankly at Andrew for a moment, his mouth open.  Okay, maybe
a few moments.  I can see how this could be hard to process.

   "Er...", Those few moments sure draw out a lot.

   "Er...  congratulations!" Ian wakes up and beams at the big man,
offering his hand to shake.

   Andrew's hand closes around Ian's, and the boy's soft little hand
vanishes into it.  They lock eyes for a moment, and then Andrew draws Ian
into his arms and kisses him.  After a moment or two they both seem quite
lost in it, and I suddenly feel like an outsider.  No matter what happens,
I would never be THAT into it.  I'm happy for them both, but all of a
sudden I don't feel like I belong here.

   Or there, I think, eyeing the gap in the circle where Ian had been
sitting and trying to jack his little cock.  Fuck if I know where I belong.
I feel like crying again.  Instead, I walk away and sigh.

   I don't get far before Dave blindsides me suddenly from the right.  I
throw up my hands to defend myself and he catches them in his.

   "Hey, Max, HEY!  It's ok I'm not...  I'm sorry."

   Well, this is awkward.  I thought he was going to beat the shit out of
me again.  Instead he's just holding my hands and looking like he's
forgotten how to talk.

   "Hey, Dave!  How about you let me the fuck go, and fuck off?  I'm going
to be castrated any minute now and I really don't need another fucking
bruise to go in with, ok?"

   He looks hurt.  Well FUCK HIM.  I turn around and start to walk away.

   And I stop.  And sigh.  And turn around.

   "Hey er, sorry what did you want to say?" I try to sound patient and
gentle and stuff.

   Dave just looks at me for a while, then down at my feet.  He talks to my
feet.

   "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

   "Oh great, that makes it all ok!  Look you fuckstick, I know you had
some kind of homophobic hell upgringing, and friends, or whatever, but what
you did to me in there was...  it was fucking disgusting.  And the things
you said?  Your best fucking friend is gay man, and you still used words
like that.  Well, good luck to you.  I was there for you.  I was there for
them-" I start sobbing.  Fuck.  I can't stop.  I'm crying.

   Dave, of all people, is holding me.  It feels weird as hell but fuck it,
someone's got to or I really am going to fly right apart, pieces of me
everywhere.  I've got nothing left.  Nothing.  Tears are pouring down my
cheeks and I just sob onto his shoulder.

   "I was there for them." I sob it into his shoulder, and he holds the
back of my head in place, trying to comfort me, but it all just bleeds out
like a mortal wound.

   "I know man, it isn't fair.  I am really, really sorry.  I will never
hit someone like that again, and I will never, ever, say shit like that to
anyone again.  I promise.  I know what I did to you, you let me...  you let
me SEE what I did to you.  And I learned.  I'll never do it again."

   I sob for a while, while he holds me, and slowly, slowly, very slowly, I
get myself back under control.  He lets me up and I look up into his eyes,
wiping my tears away.  I'm close enough to kiss him but he doesn't freak
out.  Huh.

   "Look after them for me, ok?" I'm searching his eyes for something... 
any kind of meaning in all of this shit.

   "Look after who, man?"

   "Look after the Girls.  They're gonna..." I sob AGAIN, but I somehow get
the rest out, "they're gonna cut me and send me away.  So you have to look
after them, because I will be...  I will be gone."

   "Yeah man, I'll take real good care of them, best I can, I promise."

   He is holding me again and im crying again.  I am SO sick of crying. 
But I am reasonably confident I can stop if only sickeningly violent things
would stop happening to me.  I've been brutally raped and bashed and
tortured to death an unusually high number of times this week.

   "Well, this is a scene!" Miss Arlise's voice right at our elbow.  We
both look up, startled.  She is looking Dave in the eyes.

   "Well young man, this time you pass - for real.  Well done."

   Dave beams back at her.

   "And you, my little slut," she pinches my ass cheek, "whatever happens
next, don't ever forget that I love you with my whole heart.  You are made
of nothing but strength, love and courage, and worthy of a whole lot more
than the cards you've been dealt.  I wish you could understand that I don't
like everything we do - but I've seen old recordings of what used to happen
to Women, and quite honestly I would strangle every last baby boy to death
if that's what it took to protect these Girls.  Understand?"

   "Yes Miss."

   "No you don't, and that's ok." She turns around to face the quad.

   "Alright, every man and boy of you into the assembly hall.  It's Time."

   I gulp.  To my surprise, Dave holds me tightly in a little squeeze and
says "Good luck man!".  We all walk towards the assembly hall.

   The girls are waiting.  Seated on the highest dais, each with a narrow
bench desk in front of her, her datapad on it.  Two doors lead off stage to
either side.  To our left is a low area where I know the Neuts will gather,
above it another small raised area with an angled display table and what
looks like a coffee machine.  To our right, raised slightly but below the
Girls, a smaller area where perhaps twenty very lucky young men will stand,
freshly collared Breeders.

   The entranceway leads right up the middle, and there we line up.

   "Max," of fucking course I'm fucking first.  Miss Arlise holds her hand
out to the right, to indicate I'm to head to the right hand door.

   "Jeff," she points left.  Well, that settles it.  There is no way the
Girls would be throwing away a stud like him and keeping a fat slut like
me. To my credit, I keep my head high and my eyes dry as I walk towards
what has to be the room where I will be castrated.

   Through the door there is a row of large, enclosed booths.  Sonia and a
Woman I don't recognise in a lab coat stand together at the entrance to the
first one.

   Sonia is beaming at me, her big baby blue eyes dancing and her smile so
radiant I can't help but return it.  Her hair is up in a fuzzy cute little
top knot tied with a pink ribbon, exposing her adorable little ears and
creamy white neck.  This is really Her day, and whatever else, she has
given me a lot of memories to treasure this week, and now I get to give her
one last moment of pleasure before I'm gone from her life forever.

   They settle me down onto some kind of strange bed or chair, about forty
five degrees angle, but split down the middle lengthwise so my spine sits
in the gap.  They lift my ankles up and lock them into styrup things, my
legs up and spread.  Then they spread my arms out and lock my wrists in
place.  My head is bent forward awkardly by the head rest and they clamp IT
in place too.  I can see down my whole body to my dick and balls between my
open legs.  A big dark machine is down there.  It looks like a giant metal
clam.  As they bring it forward and tug my scrotum down into its waiting
mouth, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

   No anasthetic.  That's what I agreed to.  So Sonia can enjoy me in agony
one last time.

   The clam thing shuts, cold metal engulfing my whole scrotum.  To my
surprise the Doctor Woman takes Sonia in her arms, and starts kissing her
ear, her neck, fondling her small breasts and feeling around under her
skirt, inside her panties.  Sonia bends her head up and they kiss
passionately.  The Woman is blatantly masturbating her now.  I can see her
fingers swirling around the Girl's clit inside her panties.  My penis
shoots up.  This is the hottest fucking thing ever.

   After a while, they break off their kiss but the Woman keeps
masturbating Sonia, whose face is now flushed, her lips parted, her breath
coming in little pants and gasps.

   "uhh, ahh, which AH button is it Ah!"

   "Centre left red darling."

   Sonia looks into my eyes and smiles, her little pink tongue wetly
lolling on her bottom lip.  I smile back at her.

   "I love you Sonia!" it's true.

   Sonia pushes the centre left red button, and the metal clam machine
clamps down on my balls.  Something grips each testicle and spreads them
out, stretching my scrotum apart and down, to the fullest extent.  It's
already quite painful.

   I hold my breath.

   Everything that I am, everything that I was, everything I could ever
have been, it all comes down to this moment.

   The first incision actually comes between my balls, searing agony
cutting my scrotum wide open and flipping it inside out with a splatter of
whatever was inside.  The testicle grippy things flip and hold my raw balls
as I start to scream in agony.

   "OH MY FUCKING GOD ITS CLAWING MY FUCKING BALLS OU- AAAUGH!  AARRRRGH!"
I can't talk, I just keep screaming.  I barely notice the thing that probes
into my anus, because of the agony of the needles in my balls, until it
sticks something sharp straight into my prostate and cuts IT open too.

   My screams are gutteral now, deep animal noises of sheer agony.  I wish
I could describe to Sonia or the Woman what's happening to me, because
something is VERY wrong with this shit.  I can still feel my balls, and
instead of them being cut off it feels like something is STITCHING through
them in a fucking GRID PATTERN.  Wires and growing up right through my
penis, cutting their way up it from the base to my cock head.  Just as they
reach it, another probe whips around and inserts itself into my pee hole,
forcing its way right down, all the way into my bladder.

   I'm still screaming maniacally.  I sound like a mental hospital patient
who is out of control.

   With an audible POP, the probe in my dick seems to cut something right
at the edge of my bladder, and it hurts like hell.  POP!  Goes another one,
further up my cock, and POP finally another right near the tip.  Blood
spurts out my pee hole around the probe in little jets in time with my
pulse.

   I close my eyes for a moment, and let out yet another huge scream, all
the air from my lungs bursting out of me at once, tearing at my vocal
chords, as the thing up my ass POPS inside my prostate, too.

   POPPING IN MY BALLS!  Right where they connect to their tubes.

   Holy fuck, oh my GOD no.  Another machine is over my tummy and its
SLICING MY TUMMY OPEN.  It's cutting out my tummy button like its a little
cookie and lifting it out.  Now there's a hole in me where my tummy button
was.  The thing is cutting from that hole right down to my pubic bone and
opening me up.

   My screams are hoarse now.  I don't even sound like a human anymore.  My
voice is just a cracking mess.

   The thing is pulling my intestines out.  One weird spool thing is
slurping my small intestine out, meters of it, and another reaches inside
me and draws out my lower bowel.  No!  NO!

   The fucking thing CUTS my lower intestine, separating it from my colon,
which it stitches shut at the top.  Now my screams are just air heaving in
and out of me frantically.  My vocal chords are fucked, maybe they'll never
work again.  Now I can hear Sonia coming.  She is coming HARD as the Things
squish an egg shaped black thing into my abdominal cavity.  It looks like
an octopus with various lengths and widths of black tubes coming out of it.
One short tube punches into my stomach, I can FEEL it.  Another seals the
bottom of my lower intestine into a funnel on its end.  Another connects to
the top of my colon, where it's sealed shut, and other smaller ones dive
right down inside me, and seem to burn and melt my rectum and anus.

   I would like to die now.  Something is fucking STITCHING up my spine.  I
can feel it STAB through and connect to the lowest tubes from The Thing
inside my abdomen, and its stitching wires right up my spinal chord.  Up
and up.  Up my back, holy fuck, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE ITWith the
last stitch, on my very top vertebrae, it cracks into the back of my skull
with a long needle, and stabs deeply into my brain.  Things are locking my
skull in place, keeping me totally still, but it's not enough for what they
need to do next.

   "Which one UGH kills him?" Sonia gasps between long orgasms.  I look in
horror as the Woman guides the girl with her free hand to the right button
on the console.  The one they press together that stops my heart.  And
Sonia comes again.

   Stabbed by a probe, my heart beats frantically, but electrical pulses
cancel each of its muscle contractions in turn, pulling it out of rythm and
into quivering, useless state.  My blood isn't circulating, and my
breathing just shuts down.  I should lose consciousness but I don't.  Not
in eight seconds, not in thirty.  My body isn't moving.  I'm dead.  Again.

   But the NEEDLE.  The NEEDLE IN MY BRAIN BURNS ME.  It's split into a
thousand little wires going everywhere...  everywhere.

   My eyes.  Lasers strobing in my eyes.  My corneas are cut off.  I can
see letters and numbers glowing and flickering around and just a big blur.
What the fuck is this, what the fuck?

   The Slave Collar clamps onto my neck, and mates with the tiny data
socket protuding between my neck vertebrae, and everything lights up.  I
don't have fucking corneas and I can't focus, but I can see the room in
perfect fucking high res infrared, and fucking everything has a label.

   Bettine is the Woman's name, and she a Lesbian Hebophile, which
apparently means she likes girls Sonia's age.  I know the exact lick
pattern on and around her clit that will get her off in six and half
minutes.  Sonia is a Psychopathic Sexual Sadist Bisexual, and true
suffering in others gets her off.  Nobody knows the right lick pattern for
her, but I know exactly how she masturbates, the timing and position of
each of her fingertips swirling around her clit hood in a clockwise
southern elliptic oval, left side pressure bias.  Emulating that with my
tongue is likely to work.

   Wires in my tongue.  Burning and melting.  I am Max.  I am a
Heterosexual Breeder.  I have zero homophobia and I am in a state of
Limerence with most of the girls in my cohort.  There are sixteen
experiments flagged on my file, most seem to have succeeded.  I have every
implant available assigned.

   Bettine isn't masturbating Sonia quite right, I note with frustration. I
can see her hand in the girl's pants, and the bones in the Woman's hand. 
She is going the wrong way round and the pattern is wrong.

   Corneas being welded back on.

   Sonia's darling voice gasps.

   "UH!  AH!  Start him AH back up?"

   They press the button together and I black out as the needle withdraws
from my brain.

   Dark in here.

   I am awake again and thrashing wildly.  Dave and Andrew work together to
hold me down.  Mandy touches my arm and my whole body goes limp as the
collar reacts.  With the lightest touch, she pushes my ankles together,
where black bands stick together and wont come apart again no matter how
much force any male applies.  She snaps my wrist bands together behind my
back and gives me to Andrew, who holds and shushes me.

   I can see straight out the back of my head, and watch Mandy strip and
mount Dave.  Her vagina glows hot with her lust.  She is making him a man.
He is the best of us.

   Mandy is a Hypersexualised Heterosexual.  She will be our kennel mother.
I only ever hear her talk about sex but she has a lot of other
qualifications it seems.

   When I look into Andrew's eyes in the real light of the recovery room,
they glimmer like a cat's, like my father's, like Ricky's.  Mine will too,
so we can see natural light in the dark.  The iridescent glow of a slave's
eyes.  Andrew is a Homosexual Top Homoerotic Display Slave.

   "Andrew."

   "Yes Max?"

   "I love you.  And I have severe post traumatic stress disorder with an
emotional disarray cluster.  I should not be awake."

   "Ahh, ok?"

   "Sleep, Max." Mandy's voice, behind me, as she slides her hot body up
and down Dave's immense cock.  I slI am soaring amidst stars, my huge wings
spread wide to catch the etheric breeze.  It is a cool night, and my prey
is on the wing.  The stars swirl and twinkle in the turbulence of my
passing.  Their ripples merge together and cause a shimmering glow.  I am
flying Home, far above the shadows below, away from all the light, the
mess, and all that Human noise.  The vortices drag on my wingtips as my
claws stretch out, reaching as I fold and dive, hungry and hunting, into
the gathering gloom.  They will not hear me calling, nor know I have
passed, but for the loss of the Hunted, and for the Haunting of the
withered hollow trees.

   I am awake.  God that dream was bizarre but I feel strangely restored by
it.  I still feel a bit sick and dizzy but nowhere near as bad.  The other
whores are filing out of the recovery room, and Andrew guides me along with
him.

   Us slaves are lined up facing the girls, wrists bound behind us.  A
crowd of neuts is below and to our left, looking very sad without their
balls.  The girls are quite cheery.  Most of them have a glass of some kind
of cloudy wine in various stages of being consumed.  Those who have drunk
more of the wine seem to be very sexually aroused.  I can see heat pouring
off their vulvas and nipples, and many are blushing.

   Patrick and Bradley are the last of the neuts, lined up at what I
thought was a coffee machine earlier.  Except now I'm pretty sure it's not.
They are both literally holding their own severed scrotums cupped in their
hands.  Patrick looks down at his with something like horror on his face.
Slowly he tips it upside down and squeezes his own balls out into a cup on
the top of the machine.  He presses a button, and the machine makes a harsh
buzzing sound.

   While the machine is working, he takes his own severed scrotum, now
empty, flattens it against the display board, pins it in place and signs
underneath.  There are a lot of others there already.

   The machine finishes whatever it was doing, and reveals a new glass of
the cloudy wine.  The writing on the inside of my eyes tell me it IS wine
but with organic matter in it as well, including a dangerously high dose of
testosterone.  I realise...  the girls are drinking crushed testicle juice
mixed with wine.  No wonder they're all getting so horny.

   As Bradley starts juicing his balls, Patrick walks over to Sandra, who
doesn't have a glass yet, and gives her his.  They say some things to each
other which I can't hear.  It looks like some kind of ritual.  I can read
Sandra's lips, she is thanking him for the drink.  Patrick sits down
gingerly with the other neuts.  The melted together skin where his scrotum
used to be looks very red and painful.

   Bradley has two glasses of wine.  Makes sense, his balls were bigger and
there are two girls left without a glass.  He hands them out one at a time
with the same ritual, and then takes his place with the other neuts.

   Tania stands, and addresses us.

   "Slaves, salute your owners!"

   Salute?  Our wrists are stuck together behind our backs.  I glance to my
left and right, but both Andrew and Dave seem to be as clueless about how
to salute as I am.  Suddenly I realise my cock is stiffening right up,
fast! This is no time for a rogue erection!  But wait, the other slaves are
getting a hardon too.  Yep, pretty soon all of us are hard as a rock,
throbbing cocks wiggling in time to our pulses.

   Holy crap, they are in control of our erections.  She can tell us to get
it up with a word!

   Tania smiles at us, blatantly eying the row of cocks with satisfaction,
and turns to the neuts.

   "Neuts, we thank you for your sacrifice, and for your excellent
vintage.", she holds up her wine glass at this, "and in return I give all
but one of you his penis to keep."

   All but one?  I sneak a look down and to my left out the corner of my
eye, and sure enough, Jeff is dickless, tears streaming down his cheeks. 
Whatever the hell he did to deserve getting his penis cut off, I can't help
but feel sorry for him.  Even though he is a collossal asshole.  To live a
hundred years with no cock, especially when you're a gay top?  That's hard.

   "You will keep your penis as long as you behave yourselves.  Is that
clear?"

   "Yes Miss, Thankyou Miss!" the neuts chorus.  I guess they know the
words.

   "Good boys.  You are dismissed!"

   As the neuts leave, the air of solemnity fades somewhat and it feels
more like the start of a party in here.  As the last boy files out, the
doors close behind them, and Tania turns to us.

   "Whores, you will ejaculate together in the moment we toast."

   We...  wha?

   Tania lifts her glass, and semen floods into my cock, my orgasm building
fast and hard.

   Tania turns back to the girls.

   "Cohort 6556!  We have Judged, and are now Young Women!"

   The girls cheer with good heart.

   "And I propose a toast!  To the defeat of men!"

   My cock is ready to explode with come.  It feels incredible, but I don't
have to hold it back.  The tip of my cock feels...  locked shut.  There's
nowhere for my come to go!

   "To the defeat of men!" the girls chorus with her, and then they all
take a sip.

   Twenty one cocks spurt semen out in an arc as we all come at once.  As I
gasp in orgasm, I begin the journey to understand what it means to be a
slave.  

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