Chapter 7: Castratus
Notes:
[Kinks: EXTREMELY UNDERAGE, slavery, non-con/rape, incest, Uncle/Nephew, M/m, off-screen castration, forced feminization, prostate massage, sex toys, forced drug use]
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Hart had performed the castration personally; a relatively quick and easy surgery. Due to modern medicine, James' now smooth crotch would barely even have a scar and he would be be back on his feet as soon as he finished waking.
The boy opened his eyes and blinked blurrily around Hart's bedroom, where he was moved to after his surgery for recovery. He rolled onto his back and stared uncomprehendingly at his uncle, "wha' happen?" James asked, groggy.
"It's finished, you've officially become a girl," Hart smiled proudly at the boy and sat with him on the bed, "congratulations."
"I had a surgery?" he asked, unsure.
"You did," Hart nodded, smoothing down his bed-head, "now, you saw the difference between girls' bodies and boys' bodies last night. So tell me, what did you have that Ada didn't?"
The boy hesitated, "a penis?" he tried.
Hart nodded and realization slowly crawled over James' face, his mouth dropping open in horror as he ripped the sheet off of himself and his fears were realized.
His dick and balls were gone.
He grabbed at his crotch with a wail, finding nothing but smooth skin and the tiny hole that was his new shortened urethra. James panicked; he screamed and sobbed and began to hyperventilate as he flailed around on the bed. Hart grabbed a syringe prepared with the popular party drug "sacred lotus" and before James could struggle too much he quickly slid the needle into the boy's neck.
Lotus Eaters, as they were called, would frequent sex clubs and shoot up publicly as the designer drug was perfectly legal. They would then spend the next three to six hours in a drugged out bliss as stranger after stranger use them, not protesting anything and turned on by everything.
James calmed almost immediately, his head lolling slightly to one side as his whole body relaxed, " oh ."
Hart grabbed the boy's hips and pulled him down to the middle of the bed. James' eyes stayed on Hart's, his pupils dilated so wide that the black circles almost swallowed his green irises completely. His small hand took hold of his uncle's forearm in order to get his attention and declared, "I feel weird."
Hart ran his hand down the boy's flank reassuringly, "that's because you were too upset and I had to give you some medicine to make you better," he began to stroke the outside of the boy's thigh, "don't you feel better now?"
"Yeah," James replied dreamily, temporarily forgetting his surgery, distracted by looking around the room in wonder.
"Lotus is really just a drug cocktail," Hart explained to the boy, despite the fact that his young mind wouldn't have been able to understand his uncle even if he had been able to pay attention.
The man continued, regardless, "a fast acting aphrodisiac combined with a muscle relaxant and a painkiller in order help protect from tears in the case of over-stretching. This allows the Lotus Eater to enjoy rougher treatment. Also a few more... classic drugs are mixed in as well. Used together, the result is a calm and euphoric feeling mixed with overwhelming arousal."
Hart studied his nephew's pretty face as the child shifted on the sheets, now turned on but helpless without his dick. Now that he was castrated James would never go through puberty, which would keep him with soft with girlish features, a high voice, and he would never have to worry about body or facial hair. The only real downside was the lack of libido, but that was easily fixed with a daily dose of mild aphrodisiacs concealed in his food. All of his pleasure slaves received a dose regularly; James' prescription would just have to be on the higher side.
The child stared blankly as the man spoke, at a loss. Bored, he shifted his hips and placed his hand back on his crotch, futilely trying to rub at the area that his little dick had been. He quickly grew frustrated as he failed to feel the pleasure he'd felt the night before, "something's wrong, Uncle Percy; I feel weird," James repeated, as his ass lifted a centimeter off of the bed in a tiny thrust.
"That's because you're a girl now. Girls feel this way sometimes, and the only way to make it stop is to come, like you did last night," Hart began rubbing a finger across the tiny little nub of the boy's nipple, "but now you can't come with your penis, so I'll have to show you how to come a like a proper girl. You're also going to need a girl name, so from now on you'll be called 'Jamie.'"
Jamie frowned, "I don't wanna. I won't."
Hart stroked his hair kindly, "You'll get used to it, Jamie."
The boy's continued pouting and Hart took the moment to look him over again. His nipples were small, which he didn't like, held tight against the flesh of his areola. Hart pinched one, trying to encourage it to stand taller. It seemed that he would have to pierce the boy's nipples in order to stretch them. Nothing ridiculous, just large enough to play with properly. He couldn't even get a clamp on those, as they were now.
Jamie watched, unconcerned as the man teased his nipple as he panted, "are you going to make me come again, Uncle Percy?"
Hart smiled down at him, predatory, "I am," he rolled and twisted the small bud in between his fingers before pinching down, "I'll show you what makes a girl feel good."
"That feels good," Jamie admitted, gasping sharply at the sudden pinch.
"Yes, girls love having their tits played with. See, you were meant to be a girl all along; you love having your nipples squeezed," he proved his point by finally getting the tiny bumps in a good firm pinch and pulling, stretching them outward as Jamie yelped.
" Ah! Please!"
"Do you want me to stop or do you want more?"
James didn't hesitate, his blissful state making him agreeable, "I want more!"
Hart let go of the buds, causing the boy to murmur unhappily He sat back, "then say 'please.'"
"Please," Jamie asked immediately, squirming on the bed.
Hart took the tiny nipples in his fingers and twisted them sharply. Jamie cried out and his back arched from the bed. He took in a long shuddering breath as his nipples were released again.
"Another thing girls like is kissing; especially kissing men. It's a skill, but we'll teach you how. Would you like to have your first lesson right now?" Hart asked.
Jamie nodded dreamily, "Ada kissed me yesterday."
Large hands helped prop the boy up, "yes she did," he agreed as he closed the distance and pressed his mouth to the child's in a kiss. It started chaste, but Hart's lips soon started moving, his tongue flicking out and caressing Jamie's lips.
Jamie did his best to kiss back, sticking his little pink tongue out and touching it tentatively to his uncle's. The older man's mouth opened in response and he licked his way carefully into James' small mouth.
"And that's a girl's job. When the man in charge of her wants a kiss, a good girl gives him one just like that."
"Ok," Jamie agreed, slumping back into the bed, unconsciously spreading his legs and exposing himself.
"Your most important duty is to make me come, and if you're good you'll probably get to come too," he flipped the boy over and put a pillow under his hips, tilting his ass up, "Now I'm going to show you what a girl is really made for."
He spread Jamie's thighs and uncapped a bottle of lube with a "click." Jamie watched over his shoulder as his uncle slicked up his fingers and spread open his cheeks. He let out a confused noise as Hart pressed a finger lightly against his opening and began to make small circles against it. Jamie shifted his hips, unsure even through the drugs, "what are you doing?"
"This is your pussy," Hart explained, "this is where a man puts their dick so that they can fuck you."
"Fuck me?" the Jamie asked, unfamiliar with the term.
Hart applied firm pressure to the boy's anus and his finger slipped in easily, the muscle relaxants doing their job. He twisted his finger inside of him and Jamie mumbled something meaningless into his arm. The older man began moving his finger in and out, faster then he would have if the boy wasn't flying high, "when a man puts his penis in here like this, that's fucking," he added another finger as he spoke.
"It feels good," Jamie said to no one in particular.
"Does it? I haven't even gotten started yet," Hart told him and pressed down hard on the boy's prostate.
" O- oooh!" That feeling from last time exploded over him again and he went all tingly.
He twitched weakly as he came down from his orgasm and realized that his uncle had added another finger when he was distracted.
Hart gave the little nub a few more rubs and then withdrew his fingers. He positioned himself behind the boy and lubed up his erection, "Even with the drugs this is going to hurt a little bit, Jamie. It will stop, though. And then it will just feel really, really good."
"Oh," Jamie pondered, "ok."
The man lined himself up, pressing himself against the tight entrance. He hadn't prepared the boy nearly enough, and Hart knew it would be painful at first. He would would forget the pain quickly enough anyway.
The boy was already relaxed as he could be, and so he wasted no more time, popping the head of his dick in past the boy's sphincter. Jamie shrieked as he was breached, and weakly tried to scramble forward over the pillow.
His ass was too full and he was going to break apart, "please take it out," he begged.
"Shhh," Hart soothed, stroking his flank, "you're doing so good, being such a good girl for me."
He grabbed the boy's hips and tilted them up, sliding in until he bottomed out inside of the boy's rectum. The boy's colon had never been penetrated and was still very bendy, and so Hart had to shift his hips to the left and grind forward a few times. Jamie let out little mewls each time his uncle nudged into his colon's entrance until Hart slid forward suddenly, resulting in a grunt from the both of them.
Hart settled into the boy's ass balls deep, his pelvis pressed against his nephew; he had been pleasantly surprised when he taken the boys internal measurements yesterday. He hadn't expected the small child to be able to take him completely, but he was about the same depth internally as an adult would be. Jamie was a treasure.
The child felt incredible inside. He was the tightest hole Hart had ever fucked, clamping down on him; hot and snug to the point where it was on the verge of being painful. Hart held still while the boy adjusted to the intrusion, twitching. Jamie's face was still turned toward Hart, and he could see tear-tracks streaking the boy's face.
"It's too big," Jamie complained. He re-opened his eyes and stared at his uncle, petulant.
"I know you can take it, Jamie. It will get so much better soon, I promise. And you're being such a brave girl," Hart praised, running fingers through the boy's hair.
Jamie took a deep breath and nodded, with the adrenaline fading from his system the drugs took him over completely once more, leaving him compliant. Hart shifted his hips forward experimentally, and when it only resulted in a soft moan he drew his dick all of the way out of his nephew and then nudged it in again, sliding himself smoothly back into the boy's colon. Again there was no pained reaction from Jamie and so he started fucking him, slow and careful.
Moaning, Jamie wiggled his hips in response to the slow drags of the man's dick on his prostate. His uncle was fucking so far up inside of him that he could feel it in belly-button, and it was making the lotus haze worse. All he could think about now was that good feeling from before, "Uncle Percy?"
"Yes, Jamie?"
"Can you make me feel that good feeling again?"
Hart's rhythm stuttered. He smiled down and the boy, "only if you ask like a good girl, you know what it's called. And say please," he emphasized this with a snap of his hips.
"Ah! P-please Uncle Percy, will you make me come again?"
"I think you deserve a reward; you've been doing so well," Hart conceded as he pulled his cock completely free of the boy.
Jamie whined out a "no!" in protest as he was left empty, but quieted as he was flipped flat on his back, the pillow underneath him discarded. Hart dove his cock back inside of Jamie, delighting in his squeal.
His nephew whimpered and reached a hand down toward where his little cock and balls had recently rested, his body running on instinct. Jamie's hand didn't find anything but skin and he frowned, frustrated.
Hart chuckled, "here, let me help," he began running his fingers up and down the child's chest teasingly as he circled his hips.
Jamie wiggled, "it- uh! it feels different this time."
The pleasure was still intense and all encompassing, but it was less sharp than it had been when his uncle and cousin had been stuffing things into his little cock. Hart played with one of the boy's nipples ruthlessly, "you've already come with your pussy once, you can do it again. And you've been such a good girl for me; you're going to come on my cock over and over, aren't you?"
His nephew clenched down around him and came with a cry as Hart gave a particularly strong thrust. His eyes stared into his uncle's, wide and surprised as his orgasm overtook him.
Hart was starting to wonder if Jamie liked taking it hard; both times he had come today had been from being roughly fucked and stretched. He got a better hold on the boy and lifted his ass into the air and began plowing into him
"I knew you could do it! Good girl! Now, let's keep going."
A half an hour later and Hart wasn't going to be able to hold back his orgasm any longer; his hips had begun to stutter as he drove into the trembling child below him. Jamie had come once more and could feel another building up just behind it. Hart decided to see if he could wring one last orgasm out of the boy before he came and reached down.
It was an awkward position, but he pressed his a finger against the boy's rim. Jamie didn't react, too far gone, and so the man worked his finger in alongside the top of his dick, leaving the boy to take in a sharp breath as he was stretched impossibly wide. Hart curled his finger up, pressing against the child's prostate with firm taps.
Jamie was left voiceless by his orgasm, overtaking him with a feeling just shy of pain. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream as his prostate was abused.
The added finger had left the boy even tighter, and Hart groaned. He worked Jamie's prostate one last time and came, shooting his cum deep inside of the child's colon.
He pulled out and admired his handy work, lifting the child's hips skyward in order to get the best view of his gaping hole. Hart ran a finger around the stretched rim as it slowly shrunk back into position, looser than before.
Hart dug briefly in his toybox and selected a foot long flexible plug with a two inch wide shaft. It was more than an inexperienced adult could take, and looked absolutely massive next to the child. Undeterred, he grabbed the lube and pressed the huge toy non-too gently into the boy's ass.
As the plug inched forward, movement started to appear under Jamie's skin. Hart watched, enthralled, as the toy bulged the boy's flat belly outward. it slid deeper and deeper, up past his belly-button, all the way to his ribs. Hart slid it in and out a few times just to watch the dldo fucking him through his stomach before finally sliding the whole plug home.
Jamie murmured as the plug's base slid past his worn out rim, an inch larger than the shaft of the toy had been. It hurt, but he was too tired to care. His head was still so fuzzy and his body still so hot.
Next came the chastity belt. Gold and decorative, it locked Jamie's plug into place. He'd have to wear it until he could be trusted not to remove his plugs.
The man caressed one of the round cheeks framed by the gold belt fondly. He'd let Jamie sleep off the rest of his drugged stupor for as long as he needed. Once the drugs wore off and his muscles returned to their normal state, the plug in his ass would force them to learn to relax around such a large intrusion, stretching him. Hart wanted Jamie's pussy as loose as it could be; he was going to make sure that it could never fully close by the time he was done.
He wanted to see how far he could push the limits of the little boy.
Hart gently settled Jamie into the bed, admiring his form one last time before pulling a blanket over him. The long line of the dildo was clearly visible, a long bulge that stopped at his ribs.
He couldn't wait to see how much larger he could get that bump.