My Life As A Pet (Ownership Order Future), Part 1 of 3 (Jess, Sammy, and Ava)

Like almost all guys, I wasn’t a fan of the Ownership Order when it went into effect. Even now that I know that it made the world a better, happier place, I still wonder what my life would have been like without it.

The idea behind the Ownership Order, was simple: most of the violence and crime and general problems in the world were caused by people with testicles. Castrating guys as punishment after they caused a problem didn’t prevent the problem in the first place. So, instead, the women who drafted the order decided that the default should be to castrate all guys unless a responsible woman attests that there’s a good reason to keep them intact.

The rules are simple: once a guy turns 18, he has one month to find an Owner who will be responsible for him. Once he has an Owner, she has to renew her ownership every month and click a form saying that she wants to keep him intact and will be responsible for keeping him out of trouble. Of course, if she wants him castrated, she can do that anytime. But, she can also just not click the form and at the end of the month a “male health technician” will arrive and deprive her “pet” (as owned guys are called) of his testicles.

Fortunately, when I turned 18 my girlfriend, Jess, who had turned 18 two weeks earlier, agreed to become my Owner. I asked her on my birthday, but she didn’t say yes right away like I hoped she would. She kept saying things like, “Hmm, I don’t know, Leo, are you asking me because you really want me to be your Owner or because you think I’m too nice to get your little nuts snipped if you piss me off?”

“I love you,” I protested, “I’ll never piss you off! I just want to keep being your boyfriend.”

“My pet boyfriend,” she corrected with a stern look in her bright blue eyes, “There’s a difference. You have to do what I say. And I gotta be honest, even if I don’t get you fixed right away, I probably will eventually. I just don’t know what I want yet, ya know?” She smiled sweetly, but I knew that she was serious. 

The main reason she always gave for supporting the Ownership Order was that it meant women only had to put up with intact guys for as long as they might want kids. She had told me from the beginning that she wasn’t going to let me have sex with her until she was sure I was “the one.” I knew that the only chance I would ever have to fuck her would be if she decided she wanted kids, and if she owned me, my balls wouldn’t survive for long after she either had all the kids she wanted or decided she didn’t want any.

But I thought getting castrated eventually wouldn’t be the end of the world. Both of our moms had recently had our dads fixed, and they didn’t seem too different. Besides, as I admired her hypnotic blue eyes and small but firmly rounded chest, I really thought that it would be worth losing them to get to keep her. 

As the one-month period to find an Owner ticked away, I started to get worried that she actually might not agree to own me and was beginning to seriously think about whether I knew any other girls that might be willing to help me save my nuts. But less than week before the deadline, she finally told me to get out the card that had arrived the day after I turned 18.

“You understand,” she said seriously, “you have to behave and be a good pet, and that means you always have to please me, right?”

“Of course,” I said gratefully.

“And I probably won’t have you fixed right away, but I do think it’s best for all guys at some point, so when that time comes, you gotta promise not to argue or try to talk me out of it.”

I blushed and looked at the ground then said softly, “Yeah, I understand. But not for a long time, right?”

“Whenever I want” she said firmly, “Now let me scan your card.”

Trembling a little, I handed her the card, and she scanned it with her phone and designated herself my first Owner. From that point, I legally belonged to her for as long as she chose to renew her ownership, and, as long as she did, she was free to decide the fate of my balls. 

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To say that it changed our relationship would be an understatement. She didn’t have to remind me (although it obviously amused her to do so) that she could now have me neutered whenever she felt like it. I began to do everything possible to make her life easier, from laundry and cooking to massaging her feet, desperately hoping to keep her happy. While my new status as her pet meant that she sometimes let me bring her to orgasm with my tongue or fingers, she dropped any pretense that I could ever expect similar pleasure. 

“Aww,” she said once when I complained that servicing her was leaving me horny, “If it’s that bad for you, I can get you fixed today. Would that make it easier?”

I begged her to put away her phone and to prove that I didn’t mind the blue balls she was giving me, I buried my face between her soft thighs until she came again and again.

When she started college, she requested a dorm room with space for a pet (a small mat at the foot of her bed and a little cubby for my clothes). The other girls in the dorm, especially the ones who didn’t have a pet yet, seemed to admire me. I often overheard them congratulating her and asking if I still had my balls. She always replied, “For now.”

But over time, the thrill of keeping me as a pet seemed to diminish for her, and I started to worry that she would decide to get me castrated. In the early days, she used to renew her ownership and reset the 30 day countdown as soon as she could. By the second year, I found myself checking my status nervously most months while she let it get closer and closer to the literal “cut off point.”

Mostly I resisted the urge to remind her to renew. But, one fateful day, at the start of her senior year of college, she let it get closer than she ever had before, so I tentatively said, “Uh, Jess, I don’t know if you forgot, but, um, there are only three days left for you to, uh, you know, uh, keep my balls safe.”

A serious expression clouded her sweet face as she brushed her wavey blonde hair back and said, “I guess I can’t put off saying this to you any longer. I’ve made a big decision.”

“Oh shit,” I whimpered, “please don’t!”

“Don’t worry,” she laughed when she saw how panicked I was, “I’m not going to castrate you. I’ve thought about it. A LOT. But I know how much you want to keep them, and I just can’t do that to you after you’ve been such a good pet for 3 years. I do want a ball-less pet, though, so I’m not going to renew your ownership. I guess you’ll have three days to find a new Owner, and I’ll find a new pet that I won’t feel so bad about fixing.”

Tears started to cloud my eyes. I couldn’t be mad at her. She was actually being unusually nice. I’d never heard of a girl letting a pet boyfriend go without removing his balls first. Sometimes, if a girl wanted a new pet boyfriend, she would even castrate the old one but keep ownership of him and just added a new, intact pet.

“I understand,” I said as I sadly stuffed my clothes into my backpack.

As I was walking out the door, she called, “Hey, Leo, if you can’t find another Owner in three days, I’m sorry about your balls!” She giggled, but I knew that she really would feel a little bad if I didn’t find someone who would let me keep them, and I appreciated that. 

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I moved into one of the “stray shelters” that provided beds for guys between Owners. I knew that the chances weren’t great that a girl I actually wanted to own me would pick me from the shelter, but it was worth a try. I thought about asking some of the girls in Jess’s dorm that I had met as her pet. But they all knew how I felt about Jess, and I was afraid that might make them jealous and cost me my balls immediately. Plus, although Jess said she was going to release me, she hadn’t actually gotten around to officially cancelling her ownership yet. If she heard that I was talking to any of her friends while she was still technically my Owner, I was afraid she would change her mind and collect the souvenir that most Owners take from ex-boyfriends.

I spent those two days in limbo torn between hoping that Jess would change her mind and keep me and frantically trying to think of a girl that I could ask to own me. I didn’t have to be a pet boyfriend. Most Owners castrated non-boyfriend pets as soon as they got them, but some guys were owned by female friends or family members who let them keep their balls as long as they didn’t bother anyone. 

I thought about asking my sister, Sammy, but every time I came close to messaging her, I thought about the story about her best friend Ava’s 18^(th) birthday party. Ava and Sammy are a lot alike, both tall outgoing girls with dark hair and full figures. Ava was a twin, and she and her brother, Aiden, always had a big pool party on their birthday. Sammy loved swimming, but at Ava and Aiden’s 18^(th), she and Ava had agreed that Sammy would hang out in the living room the whole time. Even when everyone else was outside, Sammy sat alone in the living room. So, she was the only one who heard when the mail arrived. She didn’t waste any time, as she promised Ava, she quickly riffled through the mail until she found the distinctive envelope that was always delivered the day after a guy turns 18, the envelope containing Aiden’s ownership card. 

She rushed out to the patio and waved urgently to Ava, who immediately got out of the pool and ran to her best friend. The two girls jumped up and down in glee before slipping off to Ava’s bedroom. They locked the door to make sure they had the privacy to do what they had planned.

Ava had downloaded the OwnerApp the night before and set up her profile. It didn’t take long for the girls to figure out how to scan Aiden’s card and officially register Ava as his owner. They quickly scheduled a health visit for Aiden and then rejoined the party, giggling about their secret.

Ava waited about 15 minutes before calling everyone out of the pool to gather around the cake. Usually, Ava blew out half the candles then Aiden blew out the rest. This year, though, Ava knew that she had already guaranteed her wish would come true, and no amount of wishing on Aiden’s part could help him. So, she blew them all out in one go. Her timing was perfect because as soon as the last candle flickered out, the doorbell rang.

“Yay, that’s the special present I order,” Ava cheered, “go get it, Aiden!”

When Aiden opened the door, he found himself face to face with the health technician. She explained coldly that Aiden’s Owner had schedule him for immediate castration. In panicked confusion, Aiden tried to explain that he didn’t have an Owner and hadn’t even got his card yet. Now openly laughing, Sammy revealed the card and Ava showed him the castration order on her phone.

Aiden’s girlfriend called Ava and Sammy bitches and stormed off, which just delighted the girls more because Aiden’s girlfriend was the target of their prank even more than Aiden. All the other partygoers watched (the guys in horror and the girls with mixtures of curiosity, amusement, and arousal) as the technician efficiently secured Aiden’s legs to a spreader bar, cut off his pants, and harvested his nuts right there. 

I heard the story from one of Sammy’s friends who was there that day. I didn’t believe it at first, but when I asked Sammy about it, she just laughed and said that it was just a silly prank. When she saw my shocked look, she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not the type of girl who does stuff like that all the time. Besides, you’re safe, the day your card arrived, dad got it before I even had a chance to look at the mail, and Jess seems like the type of girl who will keep you in intact forever.” She drug out the last word like the concept was ridiculous. 

I guess she was right about Jess, sort of. But what about her? If I explained my situation to her, would she help me save my nuts? I just couldn’t be sure, and the thought of her having as much power over me as Jess did made me nervous. Unless I found another option soon, I might have to ask her though. 

Hoping for a miracle, I went to the Reddit sub where girls from Jess’s college sometimes posted looking for pets. My heart beat fast when I saw that someone had just posted. The picture caught my eye immediately. It was of two gorgeous girls. One was a short, curvy girl with wavey black hair, chunky glasses and a big smile. She was wearing a tight grey top to that bunched under her large chest to show off smooth brown skin above black jean shorts that pulled into a tight V between her smooth thighs. She had her arm around a tall and skinny girl with long, pink-dyed hair. The taller girl was wearing a light green V-neck camisole without a bra and although her tits were smaller than her friend's, she was leaning forward to put them on full display. Both girls were giving the camera sexy looks. The post simply said, “Wanted: apartment pet for 2 freshman girls. Must be 18 to 21 and still have working testicles. DM your details.” 

Fantasies filled my head. They wanted a guy with working balls. Oh fuck, did that mean what I hoped? If I could fuck either one of them it would be a dream come true and fucking both of them would be a miracle! Maybe I was lucky after all that Jess let me go. I would have started jerking off if I had any privacy and if it was allowed at the shelter. Jess never let me, so I was constantly frustrated. Trying to ignore my hardon, I DM’d, “hey I'm Leo I'm 21, you still looking for an apartment pet?” 

After a few minutes, I got a reply: “21? Ya still got nuts? 🤔 lol” 

“Yeah,” I typed embarrassed. 

“Congratulations! 😂” she responded, “no Owner? 🤔” 

“No,” I typed with an excited feeling of freedom. I wondered which of the girls was DMing and prayed that whichever one it was wasn’t just joking around. 

“Send me your full name and Ownership record number and I’ll check you out 😚” 

Oh God, ok, this was a good sign. She was going to check my public Ownership record. All the information on the part of the record that I could see was good, but I didn’t know what Jess might have put in the parts that only other women can see. She wouldn’t have said anything bad though, would she? 

I held my breath until the girl finally DM’d, “Liar! It says you have an Owner! AND ur marked for castration, so you won’t even have nuts after tonight! ✂️ 😤” 

“No, I swear, she said I can get a new Owner, she just didn’t change the thing yet it’s ok, if you scan my card she’ll approve, I swear!” 

“hmm, idk 🤔 her note says ur tiny 🤏🏽” I almost cried in despair, then she sent, “but ur pics are cute, you really want to be an apartment pet?” 

“YES PLEASE” 

“Okaaay let’s see you in person, first test is get here as fast as you can 😚” 

She sent an address that was on the other side of campus from Jess’s dorm. Thank God! The last thing I wanted was to run into her or one of her friends until after I talked these girls into saving my nuts! I started running as fast as I could.