James' New Career, Part 1
PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION
James was out of luck and out of work until he saw a job for a security guard.&nbsp; The job was more than he ever expected.
For James, it started out as just another day but, then he remembered that it
was the 10th  
anniversary of his new life. He would spend the rest of the day working the
baths around dozens of  
beautiful women. And, for James it would be just another day at work.  
  
James had been a star college football player. He was 6'4" and about 250
pounds of muscle.  
Girls of all sizes, shapes and colors draped themselves all over him. He was a
shoo-in for a big pro  
football contract.  
  
That all ended the day he injured his knee in practice. He got to keep his
scholarship, but the  
idea of pro football was over. And, when his scholarship ran out a few months
later, he was out. No  
money, no college degree and no real education. He had majored in sex, beer
and football. Now,  
he had no future and little hope. That is until he saw an advertisement for an
overseas security job.  
  
He went to the office for an interview. A middle eastern man behind the desk
looked him up  
and down, then invited him to sit down. "The job requires guarding my
employer's most valuable  
property. It has a five-year contract and pays $200,000 per year. During the
contract term, you will  
work seven days a week and all of your needs will be taken care of. The money
will be paid in a lump  
sum at the end, tax free." And, he could renew the contract if he wanted.  
  
It sounded like a good deal. When James pressed the man, all he got were vague
answers  
about his duties. The only straight answer was: "We are paying a lot of money
for your services.  
You will have to make great sacrifices in this job but the money may make them
worth it to you."  
  
A million bucks, tax free for five years work, double that for 10. He could be
financially set  
for life. James took the job and signed a long contract written in
intelligible language. He would  
regret not reading it.  
  
After that, things happened quickly. Within days, he been given a physical and
got his  
passport and visas. Then, he was in a first class seat on a flight to the
middle east. He was met at  
the airport and driven in a Mercedes limousine into the desert. After a couple
of hours, he saw a huge  
palace in the distance. A short time later, the limousine pulled through a
gate and stopped. He was  
met by a tall black man in robes. "Welcome to our home," the man said. "Follow
me inside and I  
will explain your duties."  
  
The interior of the palace was incredibly luxurious. There was marble
everywhere. It was  
hout outside but the air conditioning made the inside almost uncomfortably
cool. The place was  
designed to impress and it did. He followed the man into an office with a
large desk.  
  
"I am Isaac, the chief black eunuch," the man said after offering James a
seat. "It isn't often  
that we get an American volunteering to work for me, but I am glad to have
you."  
  
"What!" James shouted. "I didn't volunteer to have my balls cut off. I signed
on to guard  
the employer's most valuable property. I want out of here."  
  
Isaac looked at him for a minute. "First, you did volunteer to become a
eunuch. It's in your  
contract. Second, you will be guarding his most valuable property, his harem.
And, third, as you  
probably do not know, there are two kinds of eunuchs. There are white eunuchs
who guard the  
outside of the palace and who act as servants and assistants to the sheik.
They are just deballed to  
ensure their loyalty. And, they never enter the harem. You will see two at the
entrance, but they  
never go inside.  
  
"Because you are black like me, you will work inside the harem. And, just like
me and all other  
black eunuchs, you will be clean shaven. Everything is going to be removed,"
Isaac explained.  
  
James jumped out of his chair. "There's no fuckin' way I'm going to let you do
that. I'm  
leaving," he shouted.  
  
"It's not so easy," Isaac said. "In this country, breach of contract with the
sheik is a capital  
offense. He could have your head instead of your manhood removed if you
refuse. And, if he decided  
to kick you out, it's a long, dry walk back to the city. By the way, if you
don't have a ticket home,  
you will be arrested as a vagrant and tossed into jail until you buy one. You
really don't have much  
of a choice, do you. It's your cock and balls or your head."  
  
As James was taking it all in, two large white men dressed in robes and
carrying swords  
entered the room and stood, one on each side of the door. "Go with them, we
may as well get the  
surgery over with now, don't you think?" Isaac remarked calmly. "After a
while, you won't miss your  
package and after all, you agreed to if for $1 million. And, oh, yes, the
guards with you are eunuchs.  
They just have something left to pass water"  
  
He walked out of the room with one guard in front and the other following him.
They walked  
through several doors, then went down a plain corridor that was obviously for
the staff, not the owner.  
Finally, they walked into a well-equipped medical clinic. For the first time,
one of the guards spoke:  
"Go into the next room, take a shower and come back here," the man said in a
thick east european  
accent.  
  
A few minutes later, James came out. He had a towel around his waist. One of
the guards  
grabbed it. James stood naked. The reality of what was about to happen
suddenly hit him. He was  
about to have his penis and balls cut off.  
  
"Yeah, it is a big step and it will be worse for you than it was for us. All
we lost was our balls.  
When our contracts are up, we can take our $500,000 and get hormone treatment.
For you, well,  
that's not a real option," the head guard said. "Now, lay down on the table."  
  
James didn't have a choice. He lay down and his arms were strapped to the
table. Then, his  
legs were placed in stirrups and strapped in. His manhood was exposed and in
the air. Then, a man  
in a white coat came in.  
  
"Relax. I am Dr. Saud. I was trained in the United States and I am a board
certified  
urologist," he said. "Once, the death rate from this surgery was very high,
but I've never lost a  
patient. It's fairly simple surgery." Dr. Saud sat on a stool and rolled it
between James's legs. He  
began feeling James' balls and penis.  
  
I'll give you a local. The surgery requires several stitches and you will have
a catheter for a  
few weeks while you heal but you should be fine. It does seem such a shame to
cut off such a nice set  
but that's what I'm paid for," he said. "After a few months, you won't miss
them. It will be like they  
were never there." The doctor then gave James a sedative that would relax him
but he would stay  
awake.  
  
Within a few minutes, James was floating on a valium cloud. It was dreamy but
he would  
remember everything. "For centuries, my predecessors just had the candidate
held down, then they  
took everything with a single slice of a special blade. I think it was
barbaric. Now, we do it  
painlessly," the doctor said.  
  
The doctor go a surgery set and injected James with a local. Within a few
minutes, he was  
numb. Then, the doctor got to work. James felt some pulling but that was all.
"First, we cut off the  
scrotum as far up as I can and sew it up," the doctor said to the guards.
"It's the same surgery I did  
for you two last year." A few seconds later, James's balls and sack were in a
metal tray.  
  
James could "feel" as much as hear the stitches. Then he saw the doctor had
his penis in his  
hands. "We have to take it as close to the abdomen as possible. The sheik
doesn't want even a nub  
left." With that, the doctor reached for a scalpel and began working.
Suddenly, James knew. He had  
been neutered. But, because of the tranquilizer, it didn't seem real.  
  
It seemed like forever for the doctor to complete the surgery. After a while,
it was over and  
a gurney was brought to the side of the table. James was released and slid
onto the gurney. He was  
taken to a hospital room and put into bed and his hands were restrained. "It's
so you won't mess with  
the bandages," the doctor said.  
  
For the first few days, James had his meals brought to him by an older woman
nurse. She fed  
him, gave him sponge baths, changed his bandages and gave him valium. She
never said a word and  
was careful that he didn't see himself while the bandages were changed. Twice
a day, the doctor  
checked in.  
  
After a week, the doctor removed the bandages and catheter and let him out of
bed. It was  
time for a first shower. James was still sore and a bit sleepy from the drugs
as he walked to the  
shower. He lathered up and when he reached between his legs, the reality of
the situation hit him.  
  
"It won't do you any good to dwell on what was," the doctor told James as he
removed the  
stitches. "Concentrate on what can and will be."  
  
Within a couple of days, James started training for his new career: harem
guard.  

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