I didn't know what to make of it. I had come here to find a boy to make my own. A boy I could keep, breed, and love. But to find a boy in need, two in fact, was almost overwhelming.

He was shivering in tears, snot dripping from his little pug nose, but he was so precious. I couldn't let it go. I offered to help. His name was Tony, his friend was Andrew.

They accepted my offer and Tony wailed "it hurts sooo much" while the red head soothed his little friend, holding his ankle and stroking the bottom of his feet.

"Andie" I told him, "don't hold the boys feet that way, you should keep it higher, so that the blood flows back into his legs."

"I'm Andrew, sir, noone calls me Andie."

"Well, I'm calling you Andie now, and you do as you're told young man or I'll cane your bottom until you're bleeding too."

Andie slid Tony to the base of the car so only little precious toes could be seen. Tony's little weenie was sticking out from his shorts.

"Now, now, Tina, your peepee is showing."

"I'm Tony, and I can't help it, Mom didn't have no undies for me today."

"No excuse from a young man like you, and you cry like a girl, so it's Tina. We'll take you to my place and I'll field dress your ankle and take you right back to the park so you and Andie can play like two nice boys again."

Upon pulling into the garage, I lowered the door, so noone would see my new guests. I had them take off their shoes and socks so as not to track muddy little feet in my home. I carried Tina in, so he wouldn't drop blood, and made Andie responsible for keeping him comfortable. He had run over broken glass in the park and it had embedded in his little ankle. The damage was minimal but he didn't know that.

"Oh good lord, this is serious Tina." The childs eyes widened.

"I need your mothers phone number and address right away. You too Andie." Once the children gave me their personal info, I left them in my home office where the computer screen saver was about to kick on. Images of hairless boys being castrated, circumsized, and nullified came across the screen. In one shot, I was clearly visible, having my way with two cub scouts as they caught my urine from a few inches away with their precious lips.

"Oh Tony, we're in trouble."

"Is he going to make us do that too?"

After 20 minutes I returned with a grave look on my face.

"I spoke to your mothers and they are very ashamed of you both, and angry. They've asked me to keep you here for punishment until school starts again. The next time you leave this house, I'm taking you to Caesar Chavez Junior High. . . Andie, help me with his wound."

The boys were in tears, but didn't know how to respond. "Are you gonna make us do what's in them pictures, mister?"

"No, those were good boys who were rewarded. You boys weren't supposed to be in that part of the park, your mom, Gina, said so herself, Andie."

Tina continued to cry, from his wound, from fear, from his little willy poking out of his shorts.

"Tina, I'm tired of looking at your little willy like that. We need to fix it. Andie, unpants your friend."

"But why?"

"Because he needs to be taught a lesson in boyhood. Look at that ridiculous thing. . . its uncut. No boy should be uncut. You're not uncut, Andie, are you? I can tell these things. . . " which was a good guess because most American boys are snipped.

"No sir. . . how did you know?"

"Because you're so much braver than little Tina, and you really know how to take charge of him." Turning to the scared child, "Tina, son, I'm going to snip you tonight so you learn to be like Andie, okay?"

"Nooooooooo"

Andie jumped in, "Tony, um, I mean, Tina, it's okay? Mine's really neat and it doesn't spray pee weird like yours does and you and me can be like blood brothers now."

I told Andie to encourage him more forecfully. Within minutes Tina was in a hysteria. Andie became a young red headed firebrand.

"Look you little bitch, it's your fault I got caught and your going to do what this man says. . . he's only doing it for your own good. Now act like a man, fucker, and let him do it."

Then Andie held Tina down by the mouth and throat. "Go ahead and snip him, mister."

"I'm very proud of you Andie. . . and we'll both be proud of what we're going to do to Tina, aren't we my little honey bear?" The boy passed out from the pain, and I let Andie poke fingers in Tina's hole.

I was about to educate my two boys in their girlhood, boyhood, and puppyhood.

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