Colton's Interview (Ownership Order Future) (Jess, Rika)

Normally I wouldn’t even have bothered to interview someone with Colton’s resume. He was 22 and his only experience serving women was as a pet boyfriend for the same Owner ever since he turned 18, which barely counts. Girlfriend Owners are usually too nice to train their pets right. I can’t really blame them. I was just as bad at training my first pet boyfriend. When the Ownership Order went into effect seven years ago, it changed everything, and it took some of us time to realize how much power it gave us, and how wonderful it is! 

As you probably know, the idea behind the Ownership Order is as simple as it is brilliant. It solved the problem of guys being responsible for most violence and crime and also the problem of them just being shitty in general by making castration the default. As soon as a guy turns 18, he has one month to find a female Owner who is responsible for reporting that he is behaving well every 30 days or snip snip, his precious little testes end up in the trash. 

The best part is that an Owner can get her pet neutered at any time, or honestly do pretty much anything else we want. I guess I was naïve because I serious didn’t realize how desperate guys would be to keep their balls attached. I mean, it seems stupid to want to keep things that can cause so much pain when they get kicked, or punched, or squeezed or basically anything. But I guess guys are stupid. 

When I got my first pet boyfriend, I figured Owning him would just make things easier because he couldn’t argue with me about getting his testicles removed if I decided I didn’t want kids, or when I was done having them or whatever. What I didn’t realize until later was how much having a guy literally by the balls fucks with his mind. If you train them right, you can have a perfectly obedient toy by the time you finally take his nuts off. 

Of course, there would be even more problems if castrating a pet ended the ownership. Sure, they’d be more tame without those little orbs pumping them full of testosterone, but then you’d just have ball-less guys running around unsupervised like intact guys used to. That’s why a castrated pet either still belongs to his Owner or else he has to get a job that provides 24/7 monitoring. 

That’s where I come in now. Since I graduated from college last month, I’ve been working as an employee intake manager at Pampered Oasis, a beach resort that gives women the experience of being served by our staff of eunuchs. As a fully female owned company, we have the legal right to take ownership both of eunuchs and intact guys. Most of the guys I hire are already castrated (or will be soon! hehe), but there are some guys that Pampered Oasis owns who still have their nuts. We need them for the workshops we offer on male anatomy and training techniques (although most of them don’t have balls by the end of those workshops). For the guys working as personal trainers in our weight rooms, we normally just cut off their dicks so that they don’t lose their muscles. Apparently, that’s a really frustrating job, most of the guys assigned it end up begging me to take their balls after less than a month. 

So, anyway, all of the guys who end up working here have had really good training by previous Owners first. Colton’s resume didn’t show any signs of that. He was probably just checking out his options in case his Owner didn’t take him off the castration list that month, but he still had like two weeks, so he couldn’t have been too worried yet. 

I have to admit that the only reason I scheduled the interview was because I recognized his name. We graduated high school together, and I used to have kind of a crush on him. I just couldn’t resist seeing what he was like now. 

When he walked into my office, the first thing I noticed was that he still had the rugged goodlooking face and soft brown eyes that I remembered, but he had bulked up a lot, and his powerful biceps and thighs were conspicuously stretching his sleeves and shorts. I immediately thought that I should try to hire him as a weight room trainer just for the fun of seeing the reactions of all my friends from high school who had crushes on him when I told them I have his dick locked in my desk drawer! But, I could tell from his confident walk and the way he ran his eyes over my body that he hadn’t been trained well enough to work here. I was wearing a short black skirt that hugged my amble curves and a scoop neck top that put my boobs on full display. I selected the outfit both to put the guys I interview off balance and also because I honestly really like showing off my boobs, which doubled in size when I was pregnant and stayed nice and plump after I had my daughter last month. 

Colton sat down without being instructed to (another bad sign!) and probably didn’t even realize that he was staring at my chest. To bring him back to reality and establish the proper dynamic for the interview, I reached purposefully for the pen that I had strategically placed right next to the jar on my desk containing the severed balls of the pet I had let impregnate me. As I expected, his eyes followed my movement and then got stuck, staring at the floating man bits almost as intently as he had been staring at my tits seconds ago. I watched the fear and embarrassment cloud his face and mentally giggled as he instinctively closed his legs and scooted back in the chair. 

“I see that you aren’t castrated yet,” I said bruskly and enjoyed watching him blush, “Congratulations on keeping your balls attached for four whole years. That must be a sign that your Owner likes you.” 

“Uh, yeah,” he said nervously, “Thank you.” 

“I assume you know that most of the guys here are eunuchs” I said pointedly, and he nodded, “Intact boys don’t usually apply, so my first question is you do understand if I hire you, I’m going to have to have you castrated, right?” 

“Yes, Miss,” he said meekly and sunk into embarrassed silence. 

I knew that we were both imagining his nuts in a jar on my desk and I let him shift uncomfortably for several seconds before I finally asked, “So, why do you want a job here?” 

“Well, uh, you see,” he stammered, “I heard that even though you, uh, fix the guys that work here, you, um, still let them be on hormones and stuff so we can, you know, uh, isn’t sex like that what most women come here for?” 

“Yes,” I lied. While sex with a eunuch is a service that women can request here, it is not extremely popular. But if I told Colton this, he would probably walk out of the interview, and I was having too much fun watching his embarrassment to let him go just yet. 

“That’s awesome,” he said excitedly, “My Owner never lets me have sex, and, uh, I guess, maybe it would be worth it to, uh, get to fuck hot chicks, ya know?” 

“Wait,” I said, talking over the last half of his stupid sentence, “Jenifer doesn’t let you fuck her?” 

He was surprised by my big reaction, and I have to admit that it wasn’t very professional, but I was actually shocked. I mean, I thought that was why all of us wanted Colton as a pet back then, because he looked like he would be a great fuck. I hadn’t checked his Ownership record. Like I said, I wasn’t treating this as a real interview, just curiosity. But when I quickly pulled it up on my tablet, there it was in Jenifer’s Owner notes, he’s a virgin who gets to give her oral (which she brags he’s great at) but no penetration, cock locked in chastity 24/7 since her ownership began. Ha! 

“Holy shit,” I laughed, “That is too funny! I bet you wished you picked different now!” 

He looked bewildered as he studied my face (which he was actually looking at for the first time since he walked in) to figure out who I was and what I was talking about. 

“You don’t remember me, do you?” I asked icily as I rolled my eyes, “We graduated high school together. I guess I wasn’t that memorable. I’m sure that I wasn’t the only girl who asked you to be her pet boyfriend. But you picked Jennifer. And she never even let you lose your virginity? Is that right?”  

He nodded sadly, but I could tell that he still didn’t remember me, so I finally said, “I’m Jess.” 

“Oh shit, Jealous Jess!” he exclaimed before he caught himself, “I mean, that’s what Jennifer used to call you. You two were like rivals or something?” 

“Is that what she thought?” I said dismissively, “She was jealous that my first pet Leo never showed any interest in her, even before I had him fixed. So, that’s not really a rivalry, is it? And, yeah, I used to think you might be fun to fuck, but whatever, if you chose the chick who kept you as a locked virgin, that’s just your loss, it doesn’t make her and me rivals. Although it is ironic that you are about to beg me to cut your balls off!” I giggled as his eyes widened. 

“What do you mean?” he asked with panic in his voice. 

“Well,” I explained coolly, “You can’t get a job here and keep your nuts. And, to be blunt, you are way underqualified to work here. It would take a literal miracle for you to get hired. But, I can work miracles. I have the power to hire anyone I want. So, if you really want this job, you had better start begging me.” 

“Please Jess,” he whined, “I would be really good.” 

“That’s not begging,” I pointed out. 

“I’m sorry, I mean, please, please let me work here, please, I’ll do whatever you want,” he sputtered, clearly not used to real begging. 

“Christ,” I muttered as I stood up and walked around my desk to stand in front of him, “you really are bad at this. First, get down on your knees.” He dropped down and stared at my heels, and I felt a tingle of excitement. “Now,” I said, “beg me to cut off your balls.” 

“Please cut off my balls,” he forced himself to say awkwardly. 

“That doesn’t sound convincing,” I said, “Spread you knees wider.” 

When he obeyed, I launched my pointy-toed heels full force into his crotch. I must have smashed at least one directly into his pelvis, and I wondered if I’d ruptured it. He doubled over into a ball, sobbing and making retching sounds. 

“Why are you so protective of your nuts?” I asked, “They cause this much pain, and it’s not like Jennifer is very going to let you pump their nasty cum into her or anyone else. So why don’t you beg me for real?” 

While I spoke, I had slowly lifted his ankles and spread his legs into a V. I could see the outline of his chastity cage clearly now through is tight shorts and his vulnerable jewels at my mercy. I carefully positioned the narrow heel of my shoe on his right one. I ground down methodically as he started to beg for real. 

“Please, stop, don’t hurt them anymore,” he wheezed in a high-pitched panic, “Please, just take them. Take them! Cut off my balls and let me work here, just cut them off but please stop hurting them.” 

“That’s not what I want to hear,” I said as I started to stomp ruthlessly between his legs, watching the bulge in his shorts flatten and bounce back, “I want you to beg me to make you my ball-less bitch boy.” 

“Please,” he begged convincingly, his face burning red, “take my balls, I don’t want them, I want to be your ball-less bitch boy, I want you to castrate me, I want you to cut my balls off!” 

“Hmmm,” I said thoughtfully, shifting my weight so that my foot was now pressing both of his nuts into his pelvis, “You sounded sincere. But, I’m still not sure how good you would be at your job. Do you really think you can sexually please a woman? You need to show me that you can please me.” 

“Yes, please, yes” he whimpered, “I will, I want to, I just, uh, I’m locked up, you gotta get me unlocked and then....” 

“No,” I laughed, “This is still just your interview, you don’t get to use your dick yet. But, if you really want me to consider you for this job, you’ll show me how good you are at oral.” 

As he started to blabber about how good he would be and how I wouldn’t regret it, I slipped off my panties, hiked up my skirt and lowered my cunt onto his mouth to shut him the fuck up. I was facing his legs, so as he began to dutifully lick, I unzipped his shorts and roughly pulled his caged cock and balls out of his boxers. Holy shit, I thought, his junk is tiny! I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised given that he’d been locked for four years, and shrinkage is normal. I wondered if Jennifer had started him in a micro cage or worked down over the years. Either way any thoughts I ever had of having his dick in me were totally gone. 

I rolled his grape-sized balls between my fingers, and his muscular thighs tensed up involuntarily, but Jennifer had at least trained him well enough that his tongue kept softly circling my clit. I felt a gush of wetness, and heard him choke a little, which gave me a wave of more intense pleasure. 

“Faster,” I ordered as I dug my fingernails into his fleshy, overfull nuts. He whimpered and his body bucked, but his tongue flicked more quickly as I pressed down, shifting my weight slowly as the pleasure built. I dug my nails in harder as I started to cum. 

I spent the next ten minutes or so controlling the speed and pressure of Colton’s tongue by squeezing, pulling, and twisting his nuts as I gave him increasingly breathless instructions. I came again and again and again, sometimes with one orgasm building on top of another. I was sweating and shaking with his twisted nuts gripped tightly in my fist when I finally felt like I couldn’t possibly cum one more time, even though I desperately wanted to. “Stay still,” I panted, “Just press your tongue up.” He obeyed and I ground down. It was so close, I was just on the edge of cuming again, but I couldn’t reach it. 

Eventually, I gave up. I wasn’t going to get another one out this. It was time to harvest his balls. I imagined how they would look in a jar on my desk, so small next to the balls of the pet that had impregnated me. And that thought put me over the edge! I moaned and shook violently as my body jolted with the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. 

As my muscles relaxed, the high-pitched whine under me made me realize that Colton’s balls were flattened in my closed fist as I pulled them as far away from his body as they would stretch. Giggling, I released my grip and rolled off, leaving him whimpering and clutching himself in a fetal position. 

“Not bad,” I complemented as I rose up and smoothed out my skirt. 

“Do I have a job?” he asked hopefully, despite the evident agony in his voice. 

“Well,” I smiled, “You know that I can’t hire intact guys, right? So I hope you were serious about being my ball-less bitch boy, because its time to get you fixed!” 

“Don’t you need to transfer ownership? Pay Jennifer?” He asked, maybe really not understanding and maybe getting cold feet at the idea of losing his little grapes. 

“Pets can always agree to voluntary castration,” I explained, “After that, Pampered Oasis can negotiate the ownership transfer with Jennifer.” 

“Wow, uh, um, I kinda figured that I would see if I could get a job like this for if Jennifer doesn’t renew, but, I didn’t know I had to... like, now.” 

“It’s ok,” I shrugged, “You can leave now. If you do, though, I’ll have to put a note in our system so you can’t get a job here or at any of our sister organizations in future. But it’s not like you could get one of those jobs anyway without my help. So, do you want me to call in our health tech now or not?”  

I could see him struggling with the choice. The instinct to protect their balls is deeply engrained in guys, which is why I love making guy think they have a choice. I’ve learned a lot about what pressure to use on guys to get them to give up their manhood “willingly,” and it always thrills me when they do. I walked until I was towering over him and said softly but firmly, “Having your balls as a little decoration on my desk would make me very happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?” 

He was still primed by the experience of focusing solely on my pleasure with his balls completely at my mercy, so I already knew what he was going to say. He breathed out a soft, “Yes, Jess.” 

“Good,” I said warmly, “I’m going to call the health technician in now.” 

He seemed to sink further into the floor in humiliation and stayed motionless as Rika, our newest health technician entered. She was a skinny girl, taller than me. She was wearing the customary scrubs, through which I saw the outline of two hard nipples. I wondered if she had been enjoying her work that morning or if the building as just especially chilly. Probably a bit of both. 

“Just a normal 0201,” I said casually, gesturing to Colton. 

Rika’s dark eyes grew wide as she mentally processed the code that we had worked out for “unofficial” situations like this. This was the first time I’d used it with her, and I hoped she got it right. 

“I can take care of that right now,” she said with a happy grin. With impressive speed and efficiency, she strode to the nearby equipment cabinet, and before Colton even seemed to realize what was happening, she had his hands zipcuffed behind his back, his shorts down around his ankles, and his knees locked apart in a spreader bar. In situations like this, these were always good precautions because you could never be sure how a guy was going to react to what happened next. 

Pleasantly, Colton seemed to understand that there was nothing he could do now to save his nuts, so he didn’t struggle and only made low whimpering sounds as Rika did her work. She began by using a laser scalpel to make two incisions in his sac, though which her slender fingers forced each of his balls. In the open air, they looked even smaller and more vulnerable than when I had been crushing them, two white chunks of flesh, pathetically flooding his body with hormones that gave him urges the cage prevented and producing sperm that he would never be able to ejaculate. 

I giggled, and Rika looked up and asked, “Do you want to make the last cuts.” 

I locked eyes with Colton and with deliberate forcefulness said, “Yes.” I smirked as I watched him blush in humiliation and drop his eyes. 

Rika had one of his balls clamped in a tong and pulled back so that his cord was easily accessible. As increasingly high-pitched and panicked sounds emanated from him, I turned on the laser scalpel and sliced slowly through one cord. His severed, useless testicle dropped into a waiting tray. Without wasting time, Rika trapped his last living ball in the tongs and pulled the cord tight for me. I took a deep breath. I pictured 18-year-old Jennifer, who was always so competitive and disdainful and so self-satisfied whenever she had something another girl admired: a designer dress, a new haircut, a pet. It was all the same, just different ways of keeping score against the other girls that she was always such a bitch to. I exhaled, happily imagining her face if she could see me now. Then, with a final cut I turned her pet into a eunuch. 

The fleshy grape dropped into the tray, and Rika wasted no time in transferring them to a small display jar. I held it appraisingly in my hand and I could feel Colton looking up at me. I held my pose, giving him time to fully process the fact that these sad little signs of his masculinity were now nothing more than my office decorations. When I placed them on my desk and strolled over to him, his eyes were satisfyingly filled with respect and humiliated subservience. Jennifer had owned him for four years, but I had broken him more completely in less than thirty minutes than she ever had. 

“It’s finished...?” he said softly, somewhere between a statement and a question. 

“Yep!” I relied enthusiastically, “Rika needs to tidy some things up down there now, but you’re a eunuch now!” His face got the hilarious look of abject defeat that most guys get when confronted by the fact that you’ve taken their balls. He remained silent as I turned my attention to Rika. 

She’d cauterized the cords and closed them back in his nutsac to heal. With his balls gone, she was able to slide the micro cage smoothly off. Colton, though, was in no condition to enjoy being free. When I reached down and pinched his shriveled cock between my fingernails, it unfurled slightly but remained limp. 

Rika caught my eye with a meaningful look. Her face was glowing with anticipation, but she seemed to want confirmation before she carried out the next part of my coded instructions. When I told her this was a 0201 situation, the first two numbers told her I wanted both of his balls removed. 02 means take both. If the code had started with 01, it would mean just take one, and I would have used 01R or 01L if I cared whether it was his right or left one. But 01 in the second part of the code meant ruin his cock too. If I wanted it totally removed, I would have said 01X. But I didn’t. I wanted it to hang there limp as a reminder that he was never going to lose his virginity by sticking it in anyone. 

I nodded to Rika, and with a broad smile she powered on the laser scalpel again and made a small incision at the base of his cock. I was still tugging it lightly between my fingernails, and as his blood began to rush to it, it almost hardened. But Rika was methodically working the laser scalpel, thoroughly destroying and cauterizing all of the blood vessels while skillfully leaving the urethra undamaged. 

As Rika closed the skin again, I couldn’t help giggling thinking that he wouldn’t even know that I had ended his ability to get hard. I imagined him trying all the usual hormones and treatments that de-balled guys are sometimes allowed to have and getting more and more frustrated as his tiny scrap of skin stayed soft and shriveled. Realistically speaking, though, it was very unlikely he would ever even get to try those enhancers, which also made me giggle. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not used to being uncaged,” he said with evident embarrassment as Rika tugged on his soft dick, admiring her own work, “I guess it will take a while for my body to remember how to get hard. That’s normal right? Being caged for so long didn’t damage my dick or something, did it?” 

“No,” Rika smiled, twisting his dick around her index finger and tugging hard so that he would focus on her, “I’m 100% sure the cage has nothing to do with this.” Seeing that he was fully docile, she released him from the spreader bar and cut his hands loose. He stood expectantly for several seconds. 

Finally, I said, “You can pull up your shorts and go now.” 

“But, what do I do next?” he asked with pleading eyes, “When do I start?” 

“That was a very good interview, and you are now eligible for the job,” I smirked as I tapped the jar his nuts were floating in, “For now, just go home and wait for an official response.” 

For a moment, he looked like he was going to protest, but he clearly wasn’t about to argue with the girl who had just taken his balls. In silent defeat, he pulled up his shorts and sulked out of the room. 

As he was leaving, I was already updating his application status to make sure that he would be receiving a rejection email that night. I then picked up the jar containing his nuts and smiled big for a selfie with it. I sent the pic to Jennifer with the words, “Your pet came by to see me today, and look at what he gave me!”