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Just before supper, I was told to shower and get dressed to meet my new Asian friends. I hopped into the shower and before I was done, there was a pile pf clothes sitting on the toilet. Buck must have picked them out for me and I hesitated to see what he wanted to dress me in.

I dried off and found pink and white cotton panties to put on. The top was a snug pullover style jersey. It hugged my buds so tightly that anyone that took a serious look at me would know something was going on. I saw he had retrieved my only skirt and went out to plead with him to wear shorts. There was no way I could pass as a girl yet and I would be sticking out like a wart on a princess.

“Well,” he said, “I really wanted to see you in your pretty little skirt, but if you want to disappoint me, go get a pair of shorts.

I had won another time and happily went to get some shorts. I took them into the bathroom and sat down to take a piss. I was so confused. I had just chose to sit down to piss rather than stand like a man. I looked over the clothes on the floor and gulped hard. I finished dressing and experimented with hiding my face with my long hair. I finally took another big gulp and went to tell Buck I was ready.

“Well, well. Look at what we have here. You’re going to be the bell of the ball.” Buck had me spin around, most likely to emasculate me, and said he was surprised to see my effort to please him.

What he was commenting on was that I had chosen to wear the skirt; only because I knew it would please him. I kept telling him that we were going to attract a lot of attention to his little club, but he didn’t seem to be worried about that.

Only after we were on the road did I learn that we had a thirty mile drive ahead of us. Going that far away made me feel a little less self-conscious about my appearance. I told Buck that if he insisted on taking me out after I had boobs that we were sure to get caught. What I didn’t know at the time was that Buck wasn’t afraid of getting caught for anything. He, and his members, had set up everything so that every major transformation was documented as being wanted, accepted, or at the will of each trainee. I finally found a way to ask about the most trying part of my ordeal with him. You might think that the extreme sex, getting my airway choked, or even agreeing to this trip tonight might be the hardest thing for me to accept, but it wasn’t. It was something that Brian had said about femming up that really had me worried. I knew at some point I would have to have a real female teach me about makeup and such. I hadn’t planned on going that far, but only a fool wouldn’t prepare himself for that kind of possibility.

I turned to Buck and asked him a question just as scary to me as castration. “I guess I’m going to be learning about makeup soon?”

“Not for a while Sidney. You have to stay in the proper environment for a few weeks first.” He caught my puzzled look and added, “Haven’t you noticed? You haven’t been next to a girl since you met me. And it stays that way until I know you’re ready to be serious about your presentation.

He was right. I had barely even thought about a girl since I’d met him. I was beginning to understand that among men, I could act more feminine without being disparaged as a failure for doing it. It was clear that I was the smaller male and thus it seemed natural almost to fall into line taking up the feminine responses they assumed of me. In front of real women, I would be lost and in limbo among the only other sex. I understood the ramifications that females might have on me and accepted it as fact. I remember how I felt when I thought Candy and Mary were real women.

It was nice to be outside and on the road. I just wish I wasn’t sitting here in a skirt. With my luck, we would wind up getting stopped by a cop. By the time we reached our destination I was freaking out over what might happen to me. I made Buck promise twice that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to me. It was very comforting hearing the confidence he displayed over his ability to protect me. Buck told me not to tell any of the Johns that I knew about the drugging part. I was to eat and drink whatever they gave me. When I asked about if things started getting rough if I could fight back. I was told these particular men had an affinity for reluctant girls and that was why I was meeting them so soon in the first place. They liked having to control a “girl”. He told me never to let a guy hurt me, but these guys would love to fight with me a little.

We parked the van and went into the lobby of the hotel. As we were walking by a gift shop, Buck grabbed my arm and pulled me into it. The young girl clerk noticed I was cross dressing in an instant and wouldn’t take her eyes off me. Buck pointed to some ornamental glass jars and told me I should pick one out. I asked him what he was going to use it for and he whispered in my ear, “My trophy nuts.”

I put the glass I was inspecting back on the shelf and tried staring a hole into Buck’s head.

He finally smirked and said, “Maybe later, huh?”

It felt like every person we passed noticed my situation, but I really knew that only the few that did take notice was way too many. I was trying to hide behind Buck and he was having such delight at my red faced shame. We finally went into the bar in the hotel lobby and I was thankful it was dimly lit. Buck walked me all around the place and I was beginning to think he was just trying to piss me off. But someone called to him and I found myself being dragged up a couple steps to a private drinking area. It was still very open, but at least somewhat secluded.

When I could see around the large round table I started shaking. There were five Asian men partying and getting drunk. I felt like a lamb going to slaughter, only more aware of my fate. All the men started talking excitedly and pointed at me. Buck leaned into my ear and told me to push my chest out. It was so awkward, but I did as I was told and tried making my tiny points into something more viewable. I was so surprised to see how even the slightest effort rendered so much attention to me. Billy never had that talent.

Buck was soon pushing me into the booth with the warning not to eat anything yet. Two men got up to let me in. They got back in and pushed me toward the center of the circular seat. Buck told me he had something to do and I should stay with the men. He assured me I would be seeing him later.

I had heard a couple of the men speaking English, but as soon as Buck left I didn’t understand a word unless it was spoken directly to me. It was only a minute before one of the men next to me started running his hand up my leg. I pushed it away, but it came back at the same time my other hand was being placed on the crotch of the man on the other side of me. Waitresses were walking around and I felt so overwhelmed. I tried to tell the men that their time hadn’t started yet and to please leave me alone. I finally got them to calm down when I took control of the action. The men next to me had to keep their hands on the table and in return I agreed to feel their cocks. I soon learned that Buck appeared quite right about their size.

After a while they insisted that they got to feel me and I finally let them take turns feeling me up. However, the very last guy ripped my top over my head and my tiny tits were suddenly exposed to the world. They pinched at me and tugged at my nipples. And when the waitress came to see if any of us needed anything, I was busy trying to cover myself up. She grinned at learning my secret, at least a big part of it, and winked at me. I finally got my top back on and the men said it was time to go. I started to resist leaving the hotel, but I was told Buck would be ready for us and that the men were just escorting me upstairs.

I had a man holding me by each arm and the other three kept trying to cover me up. I guess they didn’t want anyone to know what they were about to do to me either. Half of me wanted to run like hell, but the other half was becoming intensely horny as the hands pawed at me and didn’t seem to mind at all that my gender was deeply in question. When we arrived at their room and the door was opened, I didn’t see Buck at all. I put my hands on the sides of the door frame to keep from being forced into the room. They saw me bracing and I was quickly overcome and shoved onto the bed. I was getting really afraid and warned them that Buck would kill them if they hurt me. Just then a door opened and it was to the next room. Buck was standing there and I understood we had a suite for the event. I was ushered into the other room and saw several cameras set up around the bed. There were a few extra overstuffed chairs and a round dining style table.

While I tried to find a place free of hands, someone gave me a drink. I shook my head and Buck cleared his throat. I had forgotten his instructions and took the glass. I knew that whatever was in my drink would knock me out, but I looked at Buck as I drank it down and that made it a lot easier. He came over to give me a few suggestions to tease the men for a better video and I asked him how long it would take to feel the drugs. He told me it wouldn’t be in the first drink because it took alcohol to work right. Then he told me it would only be minutes.

Understanding I hadn’t taken the drugs yet was like a reprieve from the governor. Since they started to get me to drink for them, they stopped grabbing at me. I guess some of them wanted to get down to the good stuff and that meant getting me prepared. So when two of the men seemed to be trying to distract me, I looked in the reflection of the television to see a couple drops being put into a drink. And sure enough, guess whose drink it was? I took the glass and put it to my lips. I looked at Buck peering through a camera lens, and put the glass down.

I was already horny from all the touching, and knowing I was handing my lifeless body over to five men to use as they wished took a massive amount of will power. I wanted to prove to Buck I was being the best trainee I could, so I changed the game plan a little. I grabbed my tiny points of boobies and twisted them and teased the men over them. I turned around and lifted the back of my skirt, then backed into one of the men’s crotches.

When two of them started to grab at me, I picked up the drink and gave them new incentive to be nice to me. “You want me to drink this drink right here? I think I deserve a little something to entice me into doing that. Don’t you think?”

I watched the men go into shock mode. They liked the way I played with myself, but they had already paid for me. I told them I could be much better if I had tips, and within a minute, their excitement had placed another hundred and twenty dollars into my hands. I walked over to Buck who was in awe of what I had done and took the money. I smiled nervously at him and went back for the glass. I stood there with it held in front of me and soon the men were chanting, “drink, drink…”. I tipped the glass into my mouth and chugged it all down. That made the men very happy and I sneaked a look Buck’s way. He was exceedingly proud of me and gave me a wink.

I decided to flow with things like a flower child and allowed the men to paw at me and even teased them a little. I felt like a naughty fifteen year old pretending not to like all their attention. It was indeed just a few minutes before I began to get light headed. It was coming on fast and I found myself being passed from one man to another. I remembered next that one of the men was slapping my face to wake me up. Actually he was trying to see if I was passed out yet. I guess they assumed I was and began stripping off their own clothes. It was odd seeing so many men in dress suites stripping down just to get close to me. Evidently I was still standing, because I remember being walked or half dragged to the round table. I was laid over it face down and then I felt my skirt being pulled up to my waist.

The very last thing I could remember was being turned over, having my top pulled over my head, and my nipples being pinched by several hands as I laid face up on the table.

I ached all over and had a hard time opening my eyes. I was nude and something was still in my ass. I couldn’t hear a single noise. I reached back and found a long, skinny dildo still in me, pulled it out and tried to sit up. It was hard to focus, but soon I saw Buck across the room. He was watching over me and asked me how I felt. I swallowed and though I was very dry mouthed, there was such a massive amount of tingling still going on that I knew it hadn’t been long since my assault ended. I couldn’t speak, but I grabbed my ass because it was beginning to hurt. Buck gave me a glass of water and told me to take two pills. It was only after I had trouble swallowing them that I knew they weren’t my normal pills. Buck told me they were pain killers and showed a genuine fear that I would be in pain. It was nice to see his concern for me. Even in my blitzed out state of mind, I knew I was falling for this guy in a very bad way. But he held so much danger for me.

It took a good hour to get back to a normal world and I was taking stock of my aches and pains. I asked Buck how it had went and he told me I had been a great victim. I asked to see the tapes, but he wanted to edit them first. I shivered when I asked him how many men had used my ass. It felt torn up and still half open. It turned out I was heavily used for a solid hour and a half and all the men had taken a turn at me.

When Buck saw the pain killers were taking effect, he told me we had to get going. I was happy to be going home (That’s right) and lick my wounds. But I was told that we had another stop to make first. When we stopped for gas, Buck cajoled me into going inside to look for a trophy glass. I really didn’t want to do that, but I did as I was told. When I came out he wanted to know if I found one and I told him they had a poor selection. I joked that balls as important as mine needed a unique glass to be able to view them in. He asked me what I thought they would sell for and I said, “At least one point five mil.”

I had found a way to bridge the gap between us with just a little humor. If I knew what was coming my way shortly, I never would have said anything about my balls. We were probably about half way home when Buck pulled off the highway and stopped. I was feeling good because of the pain killers and it didn’t bother me that he was stopping. He told me I was going to get to see something that had never been witnessed by any other trainee before. But to keep from breaking the rules, I had to be hooded and on the floor of the van. I led the way to the back where Buck produced the hood and placed it over my head. I voluntarily laid down and waited to hear the van start up again.

About fifteen minutes later I was told to sit up and I was being hurled over Buck’s shoulders. I remembered the first time I had been in this position and wondered if if was going to turn out just as bad… or good. I felt and heard Buck being greeted and everyone wanted to know if I was going to be the entertainment. I felt hands wandering over my ass and legs which had to be in full view under such a short skirt. I was held like that for another ten minutes before my feet hit the floor and my hood was removed. I only recognized one of the six or seven men there and didn’t see any other trainees in sight. I was starting to worry that I would be expected to service all these men and started pleading with Buck to leave.

Instead, what I got was a sissified request from Buck to show fellow members how I was adapting to my new sex. He wanted me to strip and I was beside myself. He was putting me on such a spot. I never had to strip in front of a lot of men and it was so awkward. The only guys to understand my position would be guys that had to strip in front of men who all had pricks much larger than their own. And the damn pills weren’t helping things out at all; I resembled a very small, limp dishrag. Everyone seemed to want a feel of me and a dozen hands roamed my nakedness.

One of the men told everyone that the “guy” was here and that Buck could get started. I had my arm grabbed and I was being forcefully walked down a hallway with all the other men in tow. I was preparing my mind for the worse when we stopped in front of a door. I was pushed in and when I looked around I saw there was no way I could have ever prepared for this room. There in the middle of the room was the chair from the video I had seen earlier. It was the chair these guys used to castrate their trainees. I started flailing my arms and screaming at Buck to take me away. He was obviously breaking his promise to me and I did everything to call him on it.

It took three men to get me placed in the chair and cuffed secure enough that I wasn’t going to get away. It didn’t stop me from struggling and begging everyone for my release. Then I saw a man walk in and knew instantly that he was the doctor from the tape as well. I started getting faint knowing what was about to happen to me. I kept pleading for Buck to hold to his word and I kept saying I wasn’t approving this. I wished I had of found out earlier that every major act had to be willfully done.

I saw Buck whispering to the doctor and they both smiled. Then I watched as the doctor pulled a short stainless steel table along towards my feet. Suddenly, Buck was next to me holding a glass jar. I wanted to pass out so bad, but couldn’t. I watched through tears of horror and pleas for freedom as the doctor painted iodine around the base of my balls. I kept telling the doctor I wasn’t giving my permission, but he kept working away at preparing me. I was crying fluently and begging anyone to help me. The steel mechanism I had equated to a cage was being fit into position over my balls, I felt it clamp down on me and then I watched in abject terror as he flipped the cutting guides into position.

I watched the doctor hand a scalpel to Buck to give him the honors of collecting his trophy. He put the knife to the edge of my scrotum and all I could do was say, “Please, no, please, don’t do it.”

I waited and noticed my breathing had become huge gasps for air. Waiting for him to do it was sheer terror to my mind, but I couldn’t pry my eyes from the scene of my own castration. Then, in an instant, Buck dropped his hand and slid the blade across the guides. My only thought was that I was so shocked that what I was seeing just couldn’t be real. As his hand cleared the little cage, my balls were still there. How could he do that to me? My mind would forever be damaged over this… but then, Buck knew that. He had planned on it.

It was only as the doctor was removing the cage that the laughter in the room became evident to me. It had all been an amazingly cruel hoax. Buck had tortured my mind so horribly… but why?

My eyes were streams of tears when the last cuffs were taken off my arms. Buck helped me stand and walked me away under his arm. I was taken into an empty room and I just lost it. I cried like a little girl. Buck went to hold me and I started beating on his chest. Through my sobs I begged to know why he would do that to me and for some reason, I still wasn’t sure it wasn’t yet going to happen to me.

Buck finally got me calmed down enough so I could listen to him and he told me he had done that to prepare me. He told me that it was all a joke and then reminded me that he had promised not to hurt me. I suddenly felt so disloyal to him and like I had let him down by not believing in his word. All my horrors instantly went to the wayside and I was aghast at what I had done to our friendship. I knew there was only one way to make up for such a betrayal. I had come to my own conclusion in a tentative way already, and to prove to Buck I was so sorry for distrusting him, it was the one thing I had to offer him to make this all right.

I held onto his chest like any girl might, buried the side of my face against him and said those fateful words to him.

“You can… you can have them.” I looked up to find a face much more shocked than mine. “I’m going to give you your trophy.”

I watched his face turn all different ways and realized that I hadn’t said it all yet. “But please… give me a couple of months to get use to the idea, please? You can have them, but I… I just need a little time.”

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