Stay in Mezhán

You open your eyes in a hospital bed. On the edge of your bed, someone tall is sitting and talking to somebody else...as you get rid of the dizziness, you recognize the athletic soldier girl. She is talking to a pretty, blond nurse with freckles and a cute smile. The tall soldier is holding something...it's a glass. Something is in there. You try to remember why you are here...what happened again?

"Just imagine, he carried these monsters around all day!" the blond sweetheart says and giggles adorably. "Wh-what happened?" you ask them. They turn around surprised. "Oh, look who's awake!" the nurse says. "Hi there, little one!" the soldier says quizzically. "Come on, you can mock him for a lot, but not for his size down there!" the nurse giggles. "So, uh, Max, right? Your castration was really well executed, no over damage done. You already know Arisha, right?" You look at the muscular soldier. "Is that your name? Arisha?" "Yeh-" she responds in a cold tone. "Taught you to never to call me bitch again, I hope?" "I'm sorry for that", you reply. "I think your name is really beautiful."

"Thanks", Arisha replies. "Oh, hey, look what I've got here!" And she waves with the glass. You observe it - it contains two really big round testicles conserved in some fluid. The spermal cords are still partially attached to them. "Oh fuck." You rip your blanket away- you're unclothed, and where you had a massive nutsack once, there is nothing anymore. The two girls giggle. You cover yourself again and take a look at your massive ex-balls again. "These were huge", you state. "Fascinating."

"Your situation is a bit difficult right now", the blond sweetheart says. "You are not from here and have insulted and been violent against our countries' soldiers, who represent our state. So now, you got two different options. The first is, you take the next bus and leave the country, knowing you will never be let in back again." She looks at Arisha. "There is another option?" you ask. "There is", Arisha grins. "As a soldier, I can guarantee for you. So you would be rehabilitated. My condition for that is: serve me as a **** for one year. I want to see your apology and feel it."

You gulp. You are already a eunuch now, you think. Nothing worse than that can happen anymore, and the country still fascinates you.

"Arisha?"

"Yes?"

"I'm all yours."