My Life As A Pet (Ownership Order Future), Part 2 of 3 (Luna and Amber)

I was out of breath and sweating when I finally knocked on the apartment door. I had run all the way there terrified by the fact that if I didn’t find a different Owner tonight, by law, a “male health technician” would be dispatched to take the two things that I’d been obsessed with keeping safe ever since I turned 18 and was required to have a female Owner. If things didn’t work out with these two girls, what would I do? Ask my mom? That would be so embarrassing, and maybe risky considering how pleased she was with the result after she had my dad castrated. Ask my sister? That was even more risky. See if Jess would change her mind and continue as my Owner for another month at least? That seemed unlikely but might be my best bet. 

I heard someone behind the door checking the peephole. Then the shorter girl with glasses opened the door. Her boobs looked even bigger in person. I only glanced at them briefly before instinctively lowering my eyes. Ironically, my first thought was: I have to be careful where I look or Jess will castrate me. Three years of her having that ultimate power over me had really left its mark. Would I even be able to adjust to a different girl, two girls in fact, having that power? What would that even be like? 

“Get in and get on your knees,” she said firmly and pointed to a mat in the middle of the living room. I obeyed and tried to stop myself from looking at her legs. 

“The boy’s here!” she called to the other room, and her skinny, pink-haired friend came bouncing in. 

“He’s 21 and really still has nuts?” she asked in excited disbelief. 

“Apparently,” the shorter, curvy girl replied, “but look at his ownership record, says he has a tiny dick and is still a virgin.” 

“That’s ok, I don’t mind!” the taller girl chirped enthusiastically. Then she smiled down at me and asked, “You really want to be an apartment pet?” Her face was flushed with hopeful excitement that made my dick stiffen and I shifted to mask it. 

“Oh my God, Amber, calm down,” her friend joked, rolling her eyes, “He’s the one who's supposed to be begging us. He only has like an hour to get an Owner to take him off the castration list or...” she made a snip-snip gesture with her fingers. 

“Oh fuck!” Amber laughed, “So basically we’ve got him by the balls already?? Yayy!!” She clapped her hands gleefully. 

I thought “oh fuck” too! Was it really that late. It took me longer to get here than I thought and I really didn’t have a backup plan. If these girls were just teasing and weren’t going to help me then I shouldn’t be wasting time, I should be begging Jess or taking the risk of asking a female family member. But Amber seemed really legitimately excited. Even if she only let me do the things Jess did, like give her oral, I would be so happy to be her pet. And the other girl too, I guess, I don’t know. She made me more nervous. 

I looked up at Amber’s beaming face and said, “I’m a really good pet! Amber? Is that your name?” 

“Yeah,” she said, stepping close and placing her bare foot on the mat so that I had to look up the full length of her sleek body and past the small mounds of her tits to keep eye contact, “And this is Luna.” 

“Hi, Luna,” I said in a voice that I hoped sounded confident. 

“Hey, eunuch!” Luna said with a grin as she lifted her chin in a mock greeting, “I guess it’s too early to call you that. Let’s just await 50 minutes, shall we?” 

“No, look, please,” I begged in a flash of panic, “Give me a chance! If you just help me out, even if you want a different pet, please just scan my card and give me a little more time to find a new Owner, PLEASE!” 

“You’re asking wrong,” Luna shook her head, “It shows me you’re just desperate to keep your stupid balls. If you really want to be our pet, you gotta show us that you want that!” 

“Please, I want to be your pet, seriously” I gushed looking back and forth between Amber, who was blushing with excitement, and Luna, who was starting to smile in satisfaction, “I want to do whatever you want me to, I don’t care, I’ll cook and clean and massage your feet and anything you want. Please, ask my Owner, I mean my ex-Owner, I’ll be a perfect pet for you!” My voice quivered and my eyes started to mist up as I realized that this really was the only realistic chance that I had to save my nuts. 

“Give me your card,” Luna said coolly. I obeyed and she scanned it with her phone, typed in some information and then handed it to Amber to do the same. 

“So, we own him now?” Amber asked, almost squealing with excitement. 

“No quite yet,” Luna with an amused smile, “This Jess girl has to approve the Ownership transfer.” 

“What if she doesn’t do it before his time’s up?” Amber asked in a worried voice. 

“A health technician will get sent automatically, so we just keep him here and get a free show,” Luna grinned as she made the snipping gesture with her fingers again. 

“Oh, damn, that would suck,” Amber said, “I really wanted to have a pet with working balls TONIGHT.” 

My mind filled with fantasies of fucking Amber that night, and I stammered, “I’m sure Jess will do it quick, I’ll message her, hang on.” I took out my phone and quickly sent: “hey, can you approve ownership transfer? I still love you and miss you but I found two girls who will keep me intact, that’s still what you want, right? You just need to do it now or I’m out of time 🥺” 

“What do we do while we wait?” Amber asked. She had so much excited energy that she was bouncing up onto her tiptoes while she talked. Her slender toes spread against the hard floor and I noticed that the pink polish on her toenails was a little uneven. Being responsible for painting Jess’s toes had made me hyper-aware of such things, and I wondered if I would be responsible for Amber and Luna’s nails now. And if they would want to sit on my face while they dried, like Jess used to. 

“We can check out his junk if you want,” Luna suggested, “He’s not really in a position to say no to anything we want.” 

Amber squealed agreement, and Luna ordered me to undress. I hesitated, but like Luna said, I really couldn’t say no. Blushing, I took off all my clothes and folded them neatly next to the mat. Then I stood there, uncertain what to do next. I could no longer hide the fact that I was rock hard and tried to push any thoughts out of my mind that would make it worse. 

“Wow,” Luna laughed, “His first owner was right, he’s tiny, probably only 5 inches! And look at those little peanuts. If we keep him, his pet name is going to be Tiny-Nuts.” 

“That doesn’t matter,” Amber insisted, “This is perfect!” 

She stepped close to me, and I inhaled the flowery smell of her hair. She looked me in the eyes and asked, “I can just touch you?” 

“Oh my God, Amber” Luna sighed, “You really don’t know how to do this, do you?” 

Amber looked hurt as she said, “I told you, my mom is super traditional, she didn’t teach me about any of this. I’d be in so much trouble if she even knew I’m doing this.” 

“You’re 18 now,” Luna said firmly but supportively, “You can own any guy you want, so act like it and enjoy it!” 

“Ok,” Amber giggled, but her face reddened and she looked unsure what to do. 

Seeing her friend’s uncertainty, Luna stepped toward me, fiercely holding eye contact. She reached up and gripped my shoulders as her bare right foot kicked my ankles apart. I tensed up with fear as I sensed her smooth knee just inches aways from my nuts. I was used to holding still in awkward position from being Jess’s pet, but Jess had never been this physically threatening, and it took all the self-control I had not to move to protect myself. 

“Keep your legs spread and your hands behind your back,” Luna commanded, and I felt her hot breath as she spoke, “Amber is going to inspect our property, and if you move or say one word without being spoken to, I will personally destroy your balls. Do you understand?” 

I broke out in a cold sweat and frantically nodded my head, “yes, I understand,” and Luna backed away with a contented smile. 

Beaming with eagerness, Amber stepped close enough that I smelled her flowery hair again. I tried not to get excited as I felt her slender fingers exploring my nuts. I was worried that I might explode from the feeling of her long nails brushing against my skin as she gently rolled my balls between her fingers. 

“These really work?” she asked. I started to answer, but realized just in time that she wasn’t talking to me. 

“Yep,” Luna confirmed, “His Owner’s Report says his last physical was only a couple weeks ago and his sperm count was through the roof.” 

“Dope!” she exclaimed, then looking me in the eyes, she asked, “And you’re really a virgin?” 

I nodded my head and vocalized a soft “uh-huh,” which was all I could manage while I tried to ignore both my attraction to her and my discomfort as she began to pull and squeeze my balls more aggressively. 

“This is amazing,” Amber moaned, talking to Luna again, “I’ve literally got his manhood, his fertility, and his entire sex life in my hands right now! This is the best feeling ever!” 

Luna grinned mischievously and said, “You haven’t felt the best part yet. Squeeze!” 

I barely had time to tense in fear before I felt Ambers fingers pressing sharply into my balls. I yowled and pressed up on my toes in a vain attempt to escape the pain, but I remembered Luna’s threat and did my best to stand still. Amber’s eyes were wide and she was giggling uncontrollably. She didn’t stop increasing pressure, and I was terrified that she was going to accidently pop them. I wanted to warn her, but I was afraid that Luna would do worse to me if I spoke without being spoken to, so I just let out a high-pitched whine and squeezed my eyes closed. Amber kept squeezing harder, and I began to feel lightheaded from the pain. I felt my legs wobble and realized that I was going to fall over a fraction of a second before I lost consciousness. 

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I couldn’t have been out for too long because when I came to I still had intense pain radiating through my abdomen. I felt a weight on my chest and, when I opened my eyes, I discovered that Luna was sitting on my chest. Despite the pain, I felt myself starting to get hard again as I glanced at her smooth thighs. She must have sense this because she reached behind her and with brutal efficiency grabbed, twisted, and pulled my balls. Nausea swept over me, and I made inarticulate cries of pain. 

“You aren’t used to this at all, are you?” Luna laughed, “Poor Amber thought she broke you.” 

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered because I didn’t know what else to say. 

Amber, who was now standing over me blushed and giggled as Luna went on, “I blame your last Owner, I think she spoiled you. Look at what she messaged you!” Luna held my phone in front of my face with her left hand while she continued to squeeze and pull my balls with her right, and I struggled to ignore the pain enough to make sense of what I was seeing. 

Jess had relied to my message with: “OMG sorry! 🤭 I forgot to change your ownership status, I’ve been kinda busy 😁 check out my new pet!! 😁” I wasn’t sure if I felt like puking from the pain Luna was causing to my balls or from the feeling of seeing the pic Jess sent of herself smiling and pointing at a huge cock and balls, at least twice as big as mine. “Don’t be jealous, tho, after I have some fun, those big balls are going bye-bye ✂️ 😈 Bet ur happy it isn’t you 🤣 Speaking of which, you really want to be an apartment pet? Are you sure? I never seen an apartment pet not get his balls fucked up! 😳 If you really want, I’ll approve, but why don’t you come back to me instead? 😘 I’m sure I’ll get the whole urge to neuter a guy out of my system with my new pet, and we can go back to like before? 😉” 

My mind reeled. This was perfect! How much time did I have? If I reply now, would Jess get it in time to get me off the castration list? I grabbed for the phone, but Luna held it out of my reach, letting go of my nuts to grip it with both hands. The relief to my nuts was short-lived, though. Pain exploded into my abdomen as I heard Amber erupt with laughter. She must have kicked me full force. And now she was standing behind Luna, positioning herself to plant her foot directly on my throbbing organs. 

As she ground her foot down, giggling, I gave up trying to reach my phone and watched helplessly as Luna narrated what she was typing on it: “No, I really want to be an apartment pet! I hope you have fun with ur new pet, but my balls already belong to Luna and Amber now, so approve or just keep me on the snip list, ok?” 

Oh fuck, I thought, what have I gotten myself into. I knew Jess was going to be pissed at that message. I pictured her getting the message and sending a technician immediately, and I felt my eyes tearing up at the certainty that I wouldn’t have balls much longer. 

To my surprise though, Jess messaged back right away, just three words: “whatever you want” and then I heard the notifications ding on Luna’s and Amber’s phones, indicating that the ownership transfer was approved. Oh fuck, I thought as I realized that Jess must have thought it was meaner to transfer me to be an apartment pet that to get me castrated. 

“He’s officially our pet now!” Luna announced. 

“Yayy!” Amber exclaimed and she bounced up and down on her toes again, apparently forgetting that my nuts were still trapped under her foot. 

I yelped in panicked pain and Luna laughed, “Be careful! You’ll break him before we have any fun!” 

“Oops, sorry!” Luna giggled. 

“It ok,” Luna smiled, “You deflated that little hard-on he’s had since he came in.” Luna had reached back and was roughly squeezing my dick, which had gone soft as the pain filled my balls. I felt myself starting to harden from the sensation of her fingers, but without warning she moved her hand lower and closed her fist tightly around my nuts. The sharp pain felt like she was going to pop them, and I pleaded in a strained, high-pitched voice for her to stop. 

Ignoring me, she said to Amber, “Put the cage on him.” Amber roughly yanked my cock and balls through some sort of metal ring and then locked a small cage in place, keeping my limp dick pressed so tightly that it was basically pushed back inside me. 

“Yayy!” Amber giggled, holding up the key proudly, “I can’t believe that I finally own a guy! I literally don’t think I could have waited another night!” 

“What do you want to do with him?” Luna asked as she rose up off my chest to tower over me. 

Amber took a deep breath, like she was psyching herself up, and then said in an assertive voice: “Stand up and spread your legs!” 

“What?” I ask uncertainly. 

“Do it,” Luna barked, and I instinctively sprung to me feet. I saw anger shoot across Amber's face that I listened to Luna and not to her, then a second latter Amber’s foot rocketed into my balls, slamming them against my pelvis. I seriously thought that she had broken them as I collapsed to the floor fighting the urge to vomit. 

“I can have you castrated just as easy as Luna can!” Amber said in the most authoritative tone I’d heard from her, “So, unless you want to lose your stupid little virgin nuts right now, you better start doing everything I say, do you understand?” 

“Yes,” I squeaked. 

“Good!” Amber chirped, the tone of delighted excitement returning to her voice, “You’re sleeping in my room! Come on, get ready for bed.” 

Was I going to get to sleep with her? Even if she took off the cage, I was worried that I was too sore to do anything. But, it turned out, my hope was way too optimistic. In her bedroom, she instructed me to curl up on a mat at the foot of her bed like the one that I had slept on in Jess’s room. She disappeared briefly into the attached bathroom and reappeared in a nightshirt that rested high enough that I got several glimpses of her pink panties as she crawled into bed. I prayed that she was at least going to tell me to give her oral, like Jess loved. But instead, she turned out the light. 

After a short silence, she asked tentatively, “Where were you sleeping before? Did your old Owner let you in bed?” 

“Sometimes,” I replied shyly, not sure what she wanted to hear, “Most of the time I slept on a mat. The past two nights, I was staying in a shelter.” 

“A shelter?” she asked and I heard her sit up with interest, “So you were, like, a stray?” 

“Uh, I guess technically,” I said hoping she wasn’t judging me. 

“They neuter strays there, right?” she asked with obvious excitement. 

“Only when that reach the 30 day limit,” I said sheepishly, “It happened to a few guys while I was there. It would have happened to me too if you hadn’t claimed me. Thank you.” I waited nervously hoping that she would say something reassuring. 

Instead, I only heard her lie back down and then more silence before she said, “I’ve never been to a shelter. One of my older brothers got fixed in one though. My sister-in-law says it was an accident, but I don’t know. None of the women in my family believe in the Ownership Order, we’re super traditional, and we all figured my sister-in-law is the same. When my mom transferred ownership on their wedding day, she promised to obey him and all that. But then, after only like two months she said he was getting on her nerves and she was going on a vacation for a couple of weeks and he had to stay at a shelter. He didn’t like it, but he went. I figure she must have threatened to castrate him because I can’t imagine him doing something he really did want to otherwise. So, then, she didn’t come back until four days after she said she would, the day after his time limit was up. He said it was a mistake and begged them to find her, but they had him all prepped and snipped him the second his time ended. My sister-in-law said that she had been relaxing at a spa in Spain and right before she planned to leave, her phone and ID got stollen, so she couldn’t get on her plane and couldn’t use the OwnerApp. She said by the time she sorted everything out and got back to the US, his balls were already in a jar. That must have sucked for him, right?” She ended her question with a giggle. 

I muttered, “Yeah,” with a cold feeling in my stomach. 

She asked me more questions, which I answered briefly but honestly: 

“Was Jess your first gf?” 

“Yes.” 

“Are you really, really a virgin?” 

“Yes.” 

“Not even a handjob or a blowjob or anything like that?” 

“No, nothing like that,” I blushed hard. 

“Do you want to have kids?” 

“Yeah, someday.” 

“What does it feel like to know that I own your balls?” 

“I don’t know, I’m glad you do, you seem nice.” 

“Are you afraid I’m going to have you snipped?” 

“Yeah, of course, but you wouldn’t, right, I mean not if I’m a good pet... right?” 

As I answered the last questions, I thought that I heard her hand move under her covers and the bed springs squeaked a little. Her voice got more breathy, and then, after a soft moan, she lay in silence. I heard her breathing settle into a contented sleep. 

I lay awake for a long time thinking about how close I had come to getting castrated in a shelter like her brother and worrying that I might still end up that way.