Unikue

Camillus Famulatus

Chapter 1
At the Processing Facility

"That's amazing!" she gasped. She was looking over the inductees today. The boy in front of her was only nine years old, but his proportions – lets just say they were not normal. She took ahold of the boy's arm and let him to station five and sat him down. The boy didn't say a word – he had his mouth full. He had a mouth expander gag put in before he was brought in, the real gag – in the shape of a phallus of course was put in as soon as the boys come in the front door. "Doctor, you should take a look at this one!" she called over.

Doctor Crenshaw was not doing much yet, so he walked over to her station. "What is it Nancy?" he asked.

"Have you ever seen one like this?" she asked as she pointed down towards his genitals.

"That must be 99th percentile," he reasoned. What had them so alarmed was this boy had a huge set of testicles – larger than most fourteen year olds, let alone a nine year old. His penis was a little out of place, it was only about 3cm [>1 inch] long. "Why is the boy here?"

Nancy grabbed the boy's file, "It looks like the boy's parents are bankrupt and applied for social assistance. Its a cut and sharpen job," she reported.

"Its too bad. Is he staying with his folks or being sold?" he further asked. If he was being sold, he might not have to cut the boy – a good set of testicles like this would be desired for a breeder.

"He is going back to his folks. The order came directly from Slave Management," she replied.

"Any kind of plugs?" Crenshaw asked, a final curiosity.

"5 Above Normal," Nancy read.

"That is some bastard at Slave Management," he said. What they both knew is that 'normal' in this case was based on appropriate measurements for what the boy could take up his rectum. The 'five above' meant to enlarge it five sizes. The doctor thought to himself about the screaming the boy would do, if he wasn't completely gagged. "Ok, we better not delay this anymore than we have already. Get him cleaned and prepped. We will use the new collar and mask."

Nancy brought the boy into a washing station. First she sat him down and started to do his hair. Bzzz… the cutters went. All the boy's hair was buzzed off, and she put shaving cream all over his head. She was skilled at the straight razor and had the stubble gone without even a scratch. The washing station was a clear tube big enough to hold the boy with his arms above his head. Like an automatic car wash, it sprayed him with a kind of soap that stung. A few minutes later a hot spray cleaned all of it off, and an air dryer dried all the water off.

The boy was being very cooperative, more than she expected. Most boys in this position fight their enslavement. She laid the boy down on a cushened table. His head was hanging off the edge, so she rolled short table over to him. It had an open collar which she put his neck into.

"You are a lucky boy, you are getting the latest slave collar. It is much more comfortable than the older type," she said. It was only modestly true – slave collars are not meant to be comfortable. When they are first collared, boys get shocked by the prongs protruding into their necks. Before they can recover they think they are going to suffocate after the collar is tightened. The collar is thick, heavy, and tight – no boy ever forgets they are wearing a collar – even the boys having it taken off remember it forever.

The boy's head is tied down to it won't move. The metal brace holding his mouth open is closed around the back of his neck under the ears. The connection point at the back is spot welded. Another metal brace is put around his eye sockets and it tied around the back of his head, and spot welded like the other one. The two are connected together, and a plastic mold is pushed against the boy's face. When it pulls off, it leaves a sticky adhesive.

The boy feels two prongs into his neck as the collar tightens. In a single motion, the collar is tightened and the boy sees a metal mask cover his face. In a sort of rebirth, the collared and masked boy is trying to breath as its tightness being acclimitized to.

She raised the boy from the table, and looked at her work. She brought over a mirror, and showed the boy. "You look like a handsome slave," she said. She had picked the mask she likes for the cutest boys. It had holes for the boy's eyes and nose. Although the eyes are normally given slightly magnifying lenses, which she decided to pop in now. Some boys are blinded from day one, especially the boys that will be going to pull carts.

"Now, lets get you finished up," she said as she attached a cord onto his collar and led him to the operating table. The boy still needed to have his "cut and sharpen" job, his plug, and mark. The operating table was a cold metallic table where the boy was now lying upon, strapped down. Crenshaw was getting ready with his scalpel. He looked at the boy's testicles, so big, yet no vulnerable. He didn't waste anymore time. He swabbed the entire genital area with antiseptic and opened the boy's bag.

There might have been some sound through the mask heard, as he no doubt would have screamed at the scalpel opening that up. But the doctor expertly sliced at the bottom of the bag allowing the testicles to fall down convenienlty into the kidney shaped metal bowl they were destined for. He grabbed the first cord and cut. The boy felt a pain in his stomach. The boy felt the doctor touch the other cord, and another pain up in his stomach.

The doctor looked at his handiwork, the eunuch he created was not going to be defiled by raging hormones. But there was a big part left – the huge bag. Luckily modern medicine has solutions for problems like these. Crenshaw grabbed his TestiSmoother from the table and fed the empty bag into it. The machine started to pull the scrotal sac into itself and the doctor pushed it against the penis it squeezed the trigger causing the skin to come off. What was left in its place was a completely smooth bottom of the penis – no evidence it ever had those monsterous testicles.

His penis wasn't quite done, it was time to do the sharpening. The term grew from the old phrase of "sharpening the pencil" – i.e. circumscision. Although usually what the doctor did these days was not a proper circumscision, but just making sure the penis was just covered – no huge excess of foreskin. A eunuch's tiny penis is not meant to attract attention to itself – exposed glans attracts more attention than a smooth glans.

While eunuch was on his back, his feeding tube needed to be installed. It should be remembered that the eunuch's mouth is filled with a phallic insert. The usual way is to implant it straight through the belly button. So Doctor Crenshaw takes a modified piercing gun and causes more agony he a hole is made from the navel into his stomach.

The eunuch is turned over, and his slave mark is put onto his bum along with a serial number. Lastly, the doctor needs to find the right plug. He inserts a measuring probe into the eunuch's anus. "Size 10" he says, as Nancy brings over a sterile size 10 plug and a one time use lube injector.

In this poor eunuch's case, size 5 would be normally indicated, but the order came as 5 above normal. 5 + 5 = 10 – so this eunuch's ass will give a huge opening. The doctor started to put the lube just outside the eunuch's hole, and then stuck it in and put in about 200 grams of the stuff all told.

Crenshaw knew he had to be careful or else he would tear the eunuch's ass. So he massaged his back and told him to relax. The huge plug touched the hole, and the slave felt its push. He was told to "push" like he was taking a dump. As soon as he did that its girth went right inside of him.

So now Slave 53583 was done processing. The doctor made sure to put the testicles in a preserving jar to put on his desk. The doctor looked at the roster for the next boy, "Jeremy Smith" was the name. He didn't take too close look at the paper work for 53583 before, but looked again – "Nicolas Smith". "Nancy, it looks like the last one has a brother.

***

She unlocked the larger cage next, and got Jeremy out. Both were standing at attention next to each other. She touched Nick's flaccid cock were his testicles used to be, "I'm sorry," was all she could say as she looked at him in the eyes. He couldn't reply, because his mouth was full.

She looked over Jeremy, and noticed he too was castrated. She gave them each a hug and told them, "I am going to have to treat you both as slaves, or else this would all be for nothing," she told them. She was serious, as it meant no money from the government if her slaves were not treated the part. So the first thing she did was bring them downstairs and lock them into the small cage and told them to rest.

About half an hour later, her husband Jon got home. "Did they deliver the boys?" he asked.

"They didn't deliver the boys, they delivered our eunuch slaves," she said and started to break down in crying. "They will probably take them during the summer to do farm work or worst."

"I know dear, but in three months of obediance training we can have their masks removed. But they will have to perform sexually, you remember what the man at Slave Management said."

"I know. Just don't enjoy that too much," she resented. She knew her boys would be able to go without the masks while at home. But there isn't a hole that they have which won't be violated. If they take them to the farm they will be wearing the masks permanently. A brothel only takes them off for blow jobs. But they will be able to go to school again soon.

Chapter 2
Delivery

Alice Smith was finishing on the final touches of the equipment delivered a few hours before. There were three types of cages for her sons Jeremy and Nicolas. Although now they were slaves. The first cage was a standing cage where they would be able to be locked up while still being able to do some work. The second was smaller cage in the basement for use when the slaves were not needed for anything. The final cage was a kind of travel cage that was installed in the back seat of her car.

The first thing she would have to get used to is using far more serious discipline on them. She was trained on whips and other things that would be almost unspeakable to her a week ago. She heard the doorbell ring, and went upstairs.

She opened the door and saw two cages on the front step and a delivery man. "Alice Smith?" the delivery man asked.

"Yes?" she replied.

"I have two slaves for delivery to this address. 53583 and 53584. Please sign here, and their collars will be activated for your ownership," he explained. She signed on the dotted line, and he lifted the smaller cage that resembled a pet carrier inside. The larger cage was a little harder to lift, but he brought it in the house. He gave her a set of keys, and went back to his delivery van.

She unlocked the pet carrier cage first, and inside she found Nicholas, or at least she thought it was Nick – because he was wearing a full face mask. Brought the slave out of the cage and told him to stand. He immediately assumed a position at attention: his arms were behind his back and his feet angled outward to emphasize his small penis.

Chapter 3
Nick's Sacrifice

Nicolas was nine years old when his parents had to apply for social assistance. He was valued at twenty thousand to the government, his older brother at thirty. Of course the valuation doesn't mean much, the going rate is only twenty percent – but when you are without any money ten thousand is a lot – non–refundable tax credits are given for the rest (so the government never really is out much).

Nick sat on the couch watching television with his brother when their parents came home. But two men were with them carrying briefcases. The two boys were surrounded before they thought much of it, the one man in charge said, "Now don't you boys move." He opened the briefcase and pulled out two metal mouth gags. Their parents were beside the boys in case they tried to bolt, Nick was told some simple instructions "Open your mouth boy." He opened it and the gag was put in. His mouth was wide open.

His brother Jeremy tried to get away, but his father stopped him, and forced his mouth open. The boys from that point wouldn't close their mouths on their own. Of course the gags don't stop them from making sound, only intelligible speech. But speaking isn't desired, some even don't want to see identifying faces.

That was only a few days ago, Nick and Jeremy were sitting in a cage in what used to be their room. They were slaves, processed on the 9th of June, the gags were the first part. Nick looked out their magnifying lenses – part of his mask. The mask has a spot for his other gag, the size of a large cock that depresses his tongue and promotes salivation – you don't want your slaves to get dry rotten teeth. He constantly feels the collar that reminds him of his slavery if the mask wasn't enough. Of course, if that wasn't enough, the size ten anal plug will always make itself known. There was one thing missing though, he felt down between his legs. He once had a set of huge testicles, but he was deprived of them and now he only has a small penis.

He looked at his brother's crotch, his brother was deprived of his testicles too – but his penis is still big and erect. His brother's hands were tied behind his back, so his master – who also happened to be his father told Nick to rub it if it gets hard. So here he was, starting to stroke his brother's hard but naked cock. His brother made grunts and ejaculated all over the floor of the cage. But it wasn't erect anymore.

Both eunuchs were hooked up to a machine that went to their feeding port: right where their belly buttons used to be. Slave Meal Liquid (SML) was a nutritious blend perfect for direct injection. Because their father came and got them out of the cage.

"53583 and 53584, you are ordered to mow the lawn and weed the garden out front. You will be permitted only boots. You will use the manual mower. You have one hour, any time beyond that will be a lashing for every ten minutes," their father said. Nick didn't know it at the time, but his father had to treat them like slaves during their initial training or else it would be much worst for them. Sometimes the government not only revokes social assistance, but only puts down the collatoral.

So the two naked eunuchs were out front of what used to be their home doing chores they used to do anyways. Only now, the neighbourhood children got to look at them all naked. Fun was made about them. They had a friend next door named Roger who said, "I think you two look better as slaves!" But then again, kids can be cruel. Jeremy took the mower because he was older, Nick did the gardening. It only took them fifty minutes. Their father took them back upstairs and into their cage.

For the first week, they were only out of their cages for two hours. Their jaws were still hurting from constantly being forced open. On the first day of the second week their father took out their anal plugs and cleaned them out. He put some more lube up them, and took them outside and bent them over low level table looking their asses up and their feet and arms tight. He left them there for about five hours. But it wasn't without interruption.

Roger was the first one to come up. They knew it because he had spoken to them, "You have nice asses!" he snidely remarked. Nick felt Roger got on top of him, and his anus was invaded by Roger's cock. But Roger's cock was too small to effectly provide any stimulation, and couldn't even cum yet. But Roger enjoyed himself. Later, some men even came along. In their case they were big enough to give both eunuchs a good anal orgasm – and because of their large plugs they had been stretched enough.

But after that session, their father unlocked them and brought them inside. But instead of bringing them upstairs, he brought them downstairs and put them each in smaller cages after putting their plugs back in. "Tomorrow you will start your real training," he told them.

The eunuch slaves were hurt physically in their bums, and emotionally shattered. Their very own parents were now treating them as slaves. It would be worst tomorrow, but they didn't know how.

Chapter 4
Nudity Week at School

It was the last week at school – Roger hated it. It was called Nudity Week because all of the boys had to go naked – like slaves. He resented any association with slavery. The girls found it amusing because even though they didn't get off scott–free, they didn't have to undress. The girls only had to wear traditional fancy dresses. Roger happened to have a sister, Linda, so as he was undressing in the morning, his sister was putting on her fancy dress.

His mother came into the bathroom when he was on the toilet. "Mom!" he said.

"Don't worry honey, you don't have anything I haven't seen, and after today anyone else either. Now hurry up, I have to put this on you," she said. After he finished, he got up and washed his hands. His mother had two temporary tattooes given by the school. The first one she put on his left chest, and the second she put on his right bum.

"This is so embarrassing!" he said. His embarrassment was enough to cause his cock to rise.

"You know honey, there is a solution to your problem there," his mother joked.

"You want me to be a slave mother?" he was obviously upset that she would even joke about castrating him – like their neighbours.

"Of course not honey, now go get breakfast, you don't want to be late!"

Twenty minutes later, Roger and Linda were walking down the street on their way to the school. She teased him, "How long do you think you can keep the hands off your cock?" It hid a little truth, nudity day is really for the government to select summer slaves – hence the naked boys.

When Roger got to his class, there were already about twenty naked boys standing at the back of the room. He joined them. His teacher announced, "There have been four mouth gags randomly placed in the desks, it was done by somebody who didn't know anyone in the room. If you have a gag in your desk, you will put it on immediately."

The boys sat down, and Roger opened his desk. There was a gag. He took it out and brought it up to the teacher. Roger dutifully opened his mouth, and the teacher put the wire frame in his mouth and opened it about half way and locked it in. Nobody was going to be taking their gags out. After the four gags were installed the teacher said, "I need four volunteers." Four random boys raised their arms. "Please each of you sit on a chair at the back." The teacher led the four gagged boys over to the boys seated.

"Roger, you suck Herman," the teacher ordered. Roger hated the idea of Herman – he was some fat boy larger than anyone three grades above. Probably didn't even wash today. But Roger's revulsion was palpable. He kneeled before Herman and smelt it. Body odour. Herman was known for not washing frequently. But his teacher just forced Roger's mouth onto Herman's huge cock. He started sucking the same way a baby does a pacifier. Herman provided Roger with a mouth filling pacifier. He felt like throwing up, but not before Herman ejaculated into his mouth.

Before Roger could even think of swallowing it, he felt the strange feeling in his stomach, and he hurled all over Herman. The boys watching laughed their asses off, at least the boys that were not Roger, Herman, or those that still had cocks in their mouths.

The teacher was disgusted, "You both will report to the gym!" He handed them both towels to wipe off themselves. The rest of the boys had finished their treats, and were told to go with them. Nancy, a fellow classmate, was told to watch them. The group of six walked down the hallway, with Nancy in charge. It was a line just like when they went to different classes. But once they got to the gym, each boy in turn was given a simple collar and told to sit down. Nancy was told to stay and help.

Herman was the first boy to be called up, but he had his hands attached to some chain and lifted a little bit. Roger was next, and given the same treatment, followed by the rest of the boys. The nurse looked at Herman and said, "I can see why the other boy hurled, you disgusting little boy. We will put you in your place!" The nurse put a band around Herman's testicles. Roger was quite satisfied that no other boy would have to go through what he did. The nurse looked at Roger, and said, "You are quite a cute one, I think we can keep you intact." That was it – they had considered castrating him – but he was saved. The other boys in line were all castrated.

Roger was brought down and led to the indoc line. The registration nurse told him, "Lets get you a proper collar and gag young man." He took off the little collar, and replaced it with a much heavier collar with restraining bolts to pinch his neck. He was waiting for the gag to be removed, but instead the man just put something more in his mouth – it was sort of like a dick shaped pacifier.

"Now we better get your numbers made better," he put a hot surface next to his bum and he yelped as his number was branded on his bum. But it wasn't just that, it was done on his chest too. "Now you will learn the rules soon enough, but because you have been left intact I will give you some advise. You are a summer slave, which means you will be working for the next four months on a farm. You only have your testicles because you are going to be allowed to breed. As long as you perform well, you will not be castrated. But if you don't, you might be permenantly enslaved after castration."

The boy nodded, and the man put him in a cage with the boys he came down with – only now their testicles were likely dead. Eventually, they would be shipped off to the farm.

The End