I was in my room playing a game on my computer when my dad came in. It kind of surprised me. He was home early from work. Usually neither Mom nor Dad got home for another hour, and my dad usually pretty much ignores me. He’s not mean to me or nothing like that. He just doesn’t have much to do with me. Hell, he doesn’t usually look up when I come into the room. He’s never told me he loved me. That’s why it surprised me that he came into my room.

“Have you started puberty yet?” he asked.

“What?”

“You heard me. Have you started puberty yet? Have you started growing hair down there?”

“Dad,” I said, “you’re kind of embarrassing me.”

I was embarrassed. I was almost thirteen and I hadn’t started puberty. My dick and balls were still small, and I had no more than a little white peach fuzz above my dick. Out of my class, only Jimmy Humphreys and I hadn’t started puberty. I was beginning to wonder if I ever would.

“Take off your pants,” he said. “I want to see.”

“Dad, that’s a little weird. I don’t want to.”

“I’m your father. I have every right to see my own son naked. Now, take off your pants.”

“OK…all right, already. I haven’t started puberty, if that’s all you want to know.”

“You’re almost thirteen, aren’t you? I had already started puberty when I was your age? Are you masturbating?”

I felt my face burn. “No,” I said, although it was a lie. I did jack off – for all the good it did me. I couldn’t squirt or nothing.

It feels good to play with my pecker, but I wish I could squirt like Sam Aarons can. He’s the one that taught me to jack off. He’s been able to squirt for better’n two years.

“Take off your pants,” he said again. “I want to see for myself.”

“I don’t want to,” I said. That’s when he hit me, a slap across the face.

It surprised me more than it hurt me. It was the first time he had ever hit me. My mom was always the one that spanked me when I was a kid. Like I said, he pretty much ignored me.

“Take them off, or I’ll take them off for you,” he said.

Fuck, was my dad some kind of perv? I knew some old guys liked boys. A couple of kids at school brag about all the money they make letting old guys fuck them.

He reached down, unbuttoned the top button of my jeans, and unzipped them, letting them drop to the floor.

Fuck – I had a boner. For some reason, the thought that he might want to fuck me turned me on. If that would make him love me, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

I kind of figured I was queer, anyway. I’d rather look at a naked guy than at a naked girl – not that I’d ever seen a naked girl. Still, guys turned me on. Yeah, I guess I’m queer. I suck Sam Aarons’ cock. I guess that makes me queer. He laughs and calls me a cocksucker, but as far as I know, he’s never told anyone that I do. I told him I’d never suck his cock again if he did.

I don’t swallow his spunk or nothing like that. I tell him to let me know when he’s going to cum, but he never does. He squirts in my mouth, but I always jerk my mouth away when he does and spit it out. Cum tastes weird.

Did my dad want to fuck me, or did he want me to suck his cock? Would he make me swallow his spunk? I glanced at his crotch. He had a boner. I could see it pressing against his pants.

He pushed down my undershorts. My boner stuck straight out. Fuck, it was hard.

Dad grabbed my dick, pushing it this way and that, rubbing the skin up above it with the other hand. He squeezed my balls. “Ow…that hurts,” I said.

“Good,” he said. “You haven’t started puberty.”

“I told you I hadn’t.” I was standing in front of him, naked as a jaybird from the waist down, my pants and boxers around my ankles, my dick hard and sticking straight out. “What are you going to do?” I asked.

“I’m taking you to the doctor,” he said. “Get dressed.”

“Why?” I asked. “I’m not sick or nothing.”

“It’s not that kind of doctor,” he said.

“What kind of doctor is it?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he said. “Pull your pants on.”

While I pulled my pants up, he took his cell phone out of his pocket and made a call. “This is David Lantz,” he said. “I’m calling about my son, Kyle. He’s good. He hasn’t started puberty. We’ll be right over. Best we get it done today.”

Get what done? I wondered, but I didn’t ask. My dad’s not one to answer questions.

It didn’t look like a doctor’s office. The sign out front said, ‘San Carlos Island Tours.’ I started to say something, but after looking at Dad’s face decided not to. He had one of those ‘don’t bother me’ looks on it.

We went up to the receptionist’s desk. “Kyle Lantz, here for the procedure,” Dad said.

“Ah, yes,” said the receptionist. “Have a seat. Nurse Appleby will be right out for you.” She smiled at me. “We have video games, but you won’t have time to play, I’m afraid. As you can see, no other boys are waiting. You’re the only one we have scheduled for today.”

I looked over at a big screen TV. A Playstation9 was hooked up to it. Hell, they weren’t even supposed to come out until September. I wondered how they happened to have one. I wanted to play it, but about that time a woman in a nurse’s uniform came into the lobby. “You must be Kyle,” she said.

“Yep,” I said.

She looked at my father. “Does he know why he’s here?” she asked.

I glanced at Dad. He shook his head.

What the fuck was going on?

“Well,” she said, “this will only take a few minutes, Kyle. Follow me.”

We went to one of those little rooms that you go into when you go to the doctor’s. I guess they’re the same everywhere.

I expected her to tell me to have a seat and that the doctor would be in soon, but she said, “Take off all you clothes and lie down here.” She patted the table, one of those padded things the doctors have you lie down on.

“Can’t I wait for the doctor?” I asked. I didn’t want no woman seeing me naked, especially since I had a boner. I was getting them more and more often. Maybe I was getting close to puberty.

“We don’t need a doctor for this procedure,” she said. “I just need to give you a few shots.”

“Can’t you give them to me in my arm?” I asked.

She laughed. “No, they wouldn’t do any good in your arm.

“Can I just pull down my pants far enough for you to stick me in the butt?” My face burned again. I didn’t want her to see my boner. I willed it to go down, but it wouldn’t.

“Sorry, Kyle,” she said. “I need you to be naked and lying down on your back. I need to examine you first to make certain you haven’t started puberty.

There was that again. Why did it matter that I hadn’t started puberty. “Get your pants off, Boy,” Dad said.

“Your shirt, too,” Nurse Appleby said. “I need you to take everything off.”

I kicked my shoes off. I wasn’t wearing socks, and turning my back to them, I took off my shirt, tossing it onto a chair. When I hesitated, my dad said, “Get your pants off.”

Keeping my back to them, I slipped my jeans and boxers down to around my ankles and stepped out of them. I started to reach for them to toss them onto the chair, but Nurse Appleby said, “That’s OK, Kyle, just climb onto the table.

I lay down on my stomach. “You’ll have to turn over, Kyle,” she said.

I turned over, covering my hard dick with my hand. She pulled my hand away, revealing my boner. “Do you masturbate, Kyle?” she asked. “You do, don’t you.”

I nodded. I’d lied to my dad, but for some reason I couldn’t lie to her.

“It looks like we got to you just in time,” she said. “You’re on the verge of starting puberty.” She turned to my dad. “I’m glad you brought him in. If you’d waited any longer, it might have been too late.”

I still had a boner. “Do you ejaculate, Kyle?” she asked.

“What does that mean?” I asked. Hell, I knew what it meant. I was just embarrassed talking to her about jacking off, especially in front of my dad.

She turned to my dad. “Would you mind waiting for us out in the lobby?” she said. “I need to ask him some questions, and he might be hesitant to answer them in front of you.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me when you – you know?” he said.

“I’m sure Kyle won’t give my any trouble, will you, Kyle,” she said, looking at me.

“No Mam,” I said.

My dad left, shutting the door behind him. She walked over to me and started jacking me off. It scared me, but it felt too good for me to tell her to stop.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, as if she had to ask. One look at my face would have told her. I nodded, anyway. “Do you spurt? Do you have orgasms? Does anything come out when you masturbate?”

I shook my head. “Just a drop or two of clear stuff,” I said, “no spunk or nothing like that.”

“Do you have orgasms?” she said.

I shrugged.

“Do you like sex? Have you fooled around with other boys?”

I couldn’t answer. I was too busy humping her hand. I was cumming. I wasn’t shooting or nothing like that, but damn, it felt good.

Wow! It was the best one I’d ever had. She did it much better than Sam did. Hell, I do myself better than Sam does me. He just jacks me off so I’ll suck his cock. He don’t put no effort into it.

When I was finished, she examined my dick. “Good,” she said, “no ejaculate. A little lubrication, but nothing else. It’s a good thing your father brought you in when he did. If we’d waited a couple of months, it would have probably been too late. You would have likely started puberty.”

“Why does that matter?” I asked. “I want to start puberty.”

“Your father is taking you to San Carlos Island, and we don’t allow boys on the island that have begun puberty. We had to make certain you hadn’t before he took you.”

“Why?” I asked.

“You’ll find out once you’re there,” she said. “Now, I have to give you some shots before you go.”

She walked over to the counter on the other side of the room and took a hypo out of a drawer. She filled it out of a bottle. I’d had shots before, but usually with one of those guns. This had a long needle.

“Do you want me to turn over?” I asked, thinking she was going to shoot me in the butt.

“No,” she said. “You’re fine.

She separated out one of my balls out by squeezing my ball sac and stuck the needle into it. Fuck – it hurt. The shit she shot into it burned like hell. “That fucking hurts,” I said.

“It’ll only hurt for a minute,” she said, filling up the syringe from another bottle.

“What are you going to do, now?” I said.

“I have to give you some more shots,” she said.

“Fuck,” I said. I didn’t feel so good. My ball hurt, and I felt a little queasy.

She separated out my other ball and shot it up. The second one burned just like the first one had. “Oh, oh, oh,” I said, clutching at my balls.

She took another syringe out and filled it from another bottle. “What are you going to do, now?” I said.

“Just a couple more, and we’ll be through,” she said.

“You aren’t going to shoot me in the balls again, are you? That hurt.” I couldn’t figure out why she had injected my balls. I’d never heard of anyone getting shots there.”

“No, I’m through with them, she said. She picked up my dick and injected it. It hurt, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the shots to my balls had.

“What did you shoot my balls up with?” I asked.

“I guess I might as well tell you. You’ll find out soon enough. There was Neutersol in those shots. You’ve effectively been castrated. It’s irreversible. Your testicles are going to die.

“What did you shoot in my dick?”

“A drug that will destroy the erectile tissue and nerves in it. I’m afraid you’ve had your last erection.”

“But, why?” I asked.

“Your father has sold you to San Carlos Island,” she said. “All our boys have been neutered.”

“Was it really Neutersol in those shots?” I had heard of Neutersol. It had first been used on dogs, but now a kind of it was used on men and boys. A TG at school had his balls shot up. They had shrunk up. He let me feel them once. They were like little ball bearings, small and hard. It didn’t hurt him at all when I squeezed them.

“Yes,” she said.

“But I don’t want to become a girl,” I said.

“No one wants you to become a girl,” she said, “I might as well tell you. You’ll find out soon enough. Do you know what kind of place San Carlos Island is?”

I shook my head.

“It’s a place where rich men come to have sex with nullos.”

“What’s a nullo?” I asked.

“It’s a boy that’s had his penis and testicles cut off. Once you’re on San Carlos Island, they’ll cut yours off. Unlike this time, you won’t feel a thing. You don’t hurt any longer, do you?”

I realized that I didn’t. I squeezed my balls. It didn’t hurt a bit. I squeezed harder. They were completely numb. “I don’t want my balls and dick cut off,” I said.

“It’s not your choice,” she said. “Your father sold you.”

“He sold me?”

“Don’t look so sad,” she said, when I wrinkled up my face. “It’s only for four years. By then, you’ll be too old for our clients; they like their boys young.” She laughed. “Nullos, I mean. They like their nullos young. In four years, you’ll be free and rich. Your father is only paid half your contract. Ben will make certain he’ll never touch the rest.”

“Who’s Ben?”

“Think of him as your new father,” she said. “For the next four years, he’ll be your legal guardian.”

“Can they just cut off my balls and my dick?” I asked.

“Yes, a legal guardian can have his ward castrated or nullified. Your father has sold his rights to you. He was already planning to have you castrated. That’s how we heard about you. We have all the doctors that do castrations on referral. When your father contacted one to arrange your castration, he called us. We’ve had you under observation, bugged, you might say. We know everything you’ve done for the last two weeks. We even know about the blowjobs you gave that other boy.”

“You aren’t going to tell my dad, are you?” I don’t know why I cared. The asshole had just sold me. He was going to have me castrated. Hell, I had been castrated. I still had my balls, but if Nurse Appleby was telling me the truth, they were as good as gone.”

“I’m sure he already knows,” she said, “but it doesn’t matter. He knows what you’ll be doing on San Carlos Island.”

“Are they really going to cut off my dick and balls?” I looked down at them. My dick was limp. I was standing naked in front of a beautiful woman, who had earlier jacked me off, and my dick was limp. What better proof was there that it was dead? I squeezed my balls again. They were still numb.

She grabbed my hand. “Don’t squeeze them too much. They aren’t completely dead yet, and if you squeeze them too much, they’ll hurt. I’ll give your father some pain pills for you to take. When the anesthetic wears off, you’ll be feeling some pain but nothing so bad that the pill won’t ease. And, yes, they are going to cut off your balls and your dick; but your father was going to have your balls cut off anyway, and you wouldn’t have anything to show for them. This way, you’ll be rich once you leave San Carlos, and I think you’ll find that you don’t miss your dick and balls in the least. I don’t know of a nullo on San Carlos Island that wishes he still had his.”

“What will I look like?” I looked down at my crotch, at my dick and my balls. “How will I pee?”

She placed a finger under, behind, my balls. “They’ll make you a pee hole here,” she said. “Wait and see. You’ll like it. I mean, look at this.” She held my dick and balls in her hand. “Do you really want to go through life with these ugly appendages hanging from your crotch? Here, put your legs together.”

I did, and she tucked my dick and balls between them, hiding them from sight. “That’s kind of how you’ll look,” she said, “only better. Here, I have another shot to give you.

What’s in it? You said you already killed my dick and balls.

“It’s a long lasting synthetic hormone. It will take the place of the testosterone your balls would have made, but it won’t affect you the same. You won’t change into an adolescent as you would have with testosterone.”

“Will it change me into a girl?”

“No,” she said, “we want you to stay just like you are. Four years from now, you will be a little bigger, but otherwise, you’ll look much the same as you do now. This hormone will provide you with a sex drive. Most eunuchs don’t have much of one, but our nullos are horny all the time. You will be, too, once this hormone takes hold.”

What good will it do me?” I waggled my limp cock up and down.

“You’re not going to need that. You have your butt, don’t you? You’ll be surprised how sensitive your butt hole will become. If you weren’t letting that boy fuck you, you might try letting him. You might be surprised at how good it feels.” She gave me the shot. “Put your clothes on,” she said, “and I’ll walk you out to the lobby.”

I dressed. I’m a eunuch. At least, I’m going to be one. No, I’m going to be a nullo. Besides the TG boys at school, I knew several boys that had been castrated, but I didn’t know any nullos. Even the TG boys didn’t have their dicks cut off until they did the whole sex change bit, and then, they weren’t nullos. They were girls, with pussies.

It was funny. I’d never wanted to have my dick or balls cut off, but now, the thought of having it done kind of excited me. As we walked out to the lobby, I tried to imagine what I would look like without them.

“Did you really sell me?” I asked my father, once we were in the car.

“Yes,” he said.

“Do you know what she did to me?”

“Did she tell you?” he asked.

“She said she shot me up with Neutersol; my dick and balls were going to die.”

“You’ll be better off without them. I wanted to have you neutered right after you were born, but your mother wanted me to wait. She agreed to let me have you castrated, but this is better. Do you know how much money we’ll make off this?”

“How much?” I asked.

“A million credits,” he said. “They’ll pay me a million, and you get a million once your contract is finished.”

“Do you know what I’ll have to do there?” I asked.

He shrugged. “You’re queer, anyway. Do you think I don’t know you’ve been sucking that kid’s cock?”

“Who told you?” I asked.

“He told his brother, and his brother told his father, who told me. His father didn’t care that you sucked his son’s cock, as long as it wasn’t his son, who was the cocksucker, but he told me. He thought I should know my son was one. That’s when I decided for sure to have you castrated. Oh, I was going to have it done anyway, but that made me decide to have it done now.”

“Don’t you love me?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t think about love much. I don’t know that my father ever loved me. You’ll be better off on San Carlos Island. They tell me you’ll have everything you want; and you’ll be rich. What other father wouldn’t do that for his son?”

“That’s not what you care about,” I said. “You only care that you’re going to be rich.”

He shrugged.

Chapter 2:

I spent most of the weekend in bed. I had my shots on Friday and didn’t feel so good. My balls and my dick hurt, and I felt sick at my stomach. By Monday I was pretty much OK, so I went to school.

I saw Sam in the hallway. He had a big grin on his face. “I heard about your shots,” he said. “How does it feel to be castrated?”

“Who told you?” I asked.

“Your old man told mine,” Sam said. “He was bragging to my father about how much money he was getting for you. I think my dad’s gonna sell my younger brother. I’m too old, because I already hit puberty, he said. Otherwise, he might have sold me. Are you really getting a million credits?”

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“Did they cut off your balls?”

“No, they just shot them up with Neutersol like they did that TG kid, you know, Allen Waxman, or Alice as she calls herself now.”

He grabbed my balls through my jeans and squeezed. “That doesn’t hurt?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Do they look different?”

“Not really,” I said, “not that I can tell, anyway. My dick won’t get hard, though.”

“Not at all?”

“No, it just hangs there.”

“That sucks. Have you tried jacking off?”

I nodded. “Nothing happens. It’s like trying to jack off my finger, for all the good it does.”

“That does suck,” said Sam. “I don’t know what I’d do, if I couldn’t jack off.” He laughed. “You never will squirt now, will you?”

“No, when I go to San Carlos Island, they’re going to cut off my dick and balls. I’m going to be a nullo.”

“Fuck,” said Sam. “They’re going to cut everything off?”

“Uh huh,” I said. “I’ m going to be completely smooth down there.”

“Are you pissed?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. They tell me I’ll have anything I want on San Carlos Island, even a Playstation9. Did I tell you I saw one?”

“No shit,” said Sam. “I didn’t think they were coming out until September.”

“They aren’t, but they, the San Carlos Island people, already have them.”

“That’s cool,” said Sam, “but I don’t know if I’d want to give up my cock and balls for one.”

“My dad was going to have me castrated, anyway, and it’s kind of your fault. If you hadn’t told your brother I sucked your cock, my dad might have waited. He might have let me go through puberty first.”

“Hey, I didn’t mean to tell him. It just kind of came out. It’s not like I told anyone at school. You told me not to tell anyone at school. My brother’s in high school. How did I know he’d tell my dad? My dad doesn’t care if you suck mine, as long as I don’t suck yours.

I didn’t know he’d tell your dad. But your dad told mine he was going to have you castrated anyway. He’s even trying to talk my dad into having me castrated. If anything, I’m the one that should be pissed. My dad wouldn’t have thought about having me castrated, if your father hadn’t brought it up.”

“Do you think he’s going to?”

“I sure as hell hope not,” said Sam. “I don’t think he will, but I didn’t think he’d sell my younger brother either, and he’s already had a man from San Carlos out to the house to check him out. My brother’s only ten, but I grew my dick when I was eleven, so they’ll probably do him right away, if they accept him. When are you going to San Carlos?”

“In three months,” I said. “They want to give my balls and dick a chance to shrink, so they can cut them off right after I arrive, and there was something about not having a trainer available.”

“Doesn’t it freak you out that they’re going to cut them off?”

“Kind of, but they’re dead anyway, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. In a way, it’s kind of cool.”

“Kind of cool? Are you fucking insane?”

“Not really. Just think…I’ll be different from other boys. I won’t be a boy or a girl.”

“You’ll be a fucking eunuch.”

“No, I’ll be a nullo.”

“What’s a nullo?”

“A boy that’s had his dick and balls cut off.”

“How will you pee?” asked Sam.

I told him about the pee hole they’d make me.

Chapter 2:

Fuck! I’m horny all the time. I’m always sticking things up my asshole, my finger and other things. Mom gives me enemas. Nurse Appleby told her I should have one every day. I’m also supposed to sleep with my asshole plugged to stretch it out. Nurse sent home a box of them with my dad. Each one is a little bigger than the previous one. The last one I used is almost as big around as Sam’s dick. I keep wondering what it would be like to have his dick up my ass. I’m going over to his house after school. I might let him fuck me.

We were in Sam’s room. His parents don’t get home until later. He was already naked. I started taking my pants off. “You don’t have to take them off to give me a blowjob,” he said. “It’s not like I need to jack you off any more.”

“I thought maybe you could fuck me,” I said.

“And get shit all over my dick? That’s gross.”

“I had an enema before I came over,” I said. “I’m all cleaned out.”

“You had an enema?”

“Yeah, I have one every day.” Taking off my pants, I lay down on the bed and stuck my finger up my ass. I pulled it out, showing it to Sam. “See,” I said, “no shit.”

“Cool,” said Sam. “Yeah, I’ll try it.”

I lay on my back with my legs raised. Sam scooted in between them. “Ow,” I said as he pressed the head of his dick against my asshole. “Easy, I’m a virgin down there.”

“Your mouth’s no virgin,” Sam said, laughing. “Maybe I should just use that.”

“No,” I said. “I want to try this.” I looked over on his dresser, where a bottle of lotion stood. “Use some of that lotion,” I said, “the stuff you use when you jack off.”

“Do you want me to squirt it in you?” he asked.

“No, just rub it all over your dick,” I said.

He did, and the next time he tried, his dick slid right in. God Damn, it felt good. Only, about the time I was really getting into it, he came, spurted, and collapsed on top of me. “You came too soon,” I said.

“I couldn’t help it,” he answered. “It felt too good. Man, I didn’t know it would feel that good. Can we do it again?”

“Damn straight,” I said, “Right now.”

He looked down at his limp cock. “I can’t right now, but give me a minute, and I’ll be able to.”

It was more like four or five, but once again, he was inside me, humping away. I loved it, and I was about to cum – I know I was – when he came and collapsed on top of me once again. I was so fucking close. If only he could have lasted another minute or two.

I was trying to get him to fuck me again. “Fuck, Man,” he said. “I already shot twice.”

“Don’t you like it?” I asked.

“Fuck yes,” he said, but I got to rest first. I already jacked off three times today.”

The door to his room opened. It was his older brother, Gregg. He’s seventeen. “What are you fags doing?”

I rolled my eyes. We were naked, and Sam’s cum was leaking from my hole. “Just playing around,” I said.

“Is it true you’ve been neutered?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I said. It had only been a couple of weeks, but my balls had shrunk and were becoming hard. My dick was smaller, too, never more than about an inch long, and hidden within my foreskin all the time. The only time I saw the head of my dick was when I skinned back the foreskin to pee.

“You want to be fucked by a real man?” he asked.

“What have you got?” I don’t know where that came from. I don’t even like Gregg. He thinks, just because he’s older, he’s hot shit.

He dropped his pants. His dick was hard, and bigger than Sam’s by a couple of inches. Whereas Sam’s is only five and one quarter inches long - he measures it every day – Gregg’s dick must be seven inches long. “Think you can handle it?” he asked.

“I think so,” I said.

He pushed Sam out of the way and crawled between my legs. I didn’t suggest lotion. With two loads of Sam’s cum in my ass, I was already well lubed.

As big as Gregg’s dick is, it hurt at first, but once he had it in… “Oh, shit. That feels good. Fuck me, Gregg. Fuck me hard,” I said.

He pounded my hole, his balls slapping against my ass. His big cock filled me. I could feel it thrusting deep inside me. Oh…I was cumming. “Oh, oh, oh, shit, shit, shit,” I said, hanging onto his ass, trying to pull him all the way inside me, even though he was already pounding his dick in as far as it would go.

I don’t even know when he came. I was out of it by then. I don’t know that I passed out, but I wasn’t much aware of what was going on around me. The orgasm had taken me someplace else. The fucking orgasm was something else. If it was an orgasm, whatever I’d had pulling on my dick wasn’t. That had been a ripple on a pond. This was a tsunami.

Gregg fucked me three more times; Sam fucked me once. I came every time Gregg fucked me, but once again, Sam came too soon. Besides, his cock didn’t fill me up like Gregg’s did.

I decided then and there that I was glad I was going to be a nullo. I’d never been able to spurt, but I’d watched Sam spurt I don’t know how many times, and I know from watching him that my climaxes had to be ten times better than his. Gregg even, only grunted a little when he came.

If I’d known getting fucked felt this good, I would have been letting Sam fuck me a long time ago. But, maybe it wouldn’t have. Maybe it has something to do with that shot Nurse Appleby gave me.

I was taking a shower in Sam’s bathroom when the door opened. I pulled the curtain back and looked out. It was Sam’s dad. He was naked and had a boner. I could see right away that Gregg took after him. If anything, his cock was bigger than Gregg’s.

“Hi, Mr. Aarons,” I said, striking what I thought was a seductive pose. For an old dude, he wasn’t bad looking, not that I was looking at his face at the time. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. I thought I’d had enough fucking, but one look at his hard cock, and I was horny again.

“The boys tell me they’ve been fucking you.”

I nodded.

“I understand you’re going to San Carlos Island where guys will pay 50,000 credits a night to fuck you,” he said.

I shrugged. No one had told me how much I’d bring.

“What will you take to let me fuck you?” he asked. “I’d like to have some 50,000 credit ass.”

I looked past him. Sam, still naked, with a boner, stood in the doorway grinning.

I don’t know why I said it. I like Sam. I really do. He’s my best friend. “Close the door, and I’ll tell you.” Once he closed the door, shutting Sam out of the room, I said, “Have Sam castrated, and I’ll let you fuck me.”

“You want me to have Sam castrated? Why? He might not be able to fuck you, if he’s castrated.”

I shrugged. “His dick’s too small, anyway,” I said, “and he cums too soon. Maybe he’ll last longer without balls.

“I don’t know why I want him castrated. I think it would be cool for both of us to be. Don’t tell him I wanted him castrated, though. Pretend it was your idea. I don’t want him pissed at me; and let me come along when he’s castrated. I want to watch.”

I didn’t know why I wanted him to have Sam castrated. Maybe it was because I knew Sam was glad I had been. He always had a shit eating grin on his face when he talked about how my nuts were dead.

It wasn’t that I was wishing something bad on Sam. I liked being castrated. I was glad I was going to be a nullo. Maybe Sam wouldn’t like it as much, but I knew it would be the best thing for him. All he thought about was jacking off and getting blowjobs from me. Maybe, if he didn’t have sex on the brain all the time, he would do better in school.

Mr. Aarons grinned. “I was thinking about having him castrated, anyway. OK, it’s a deal. Sam can kiss his balls goodbye.”

“When are you going to have it done?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“How about tomorrow?” I said.

“OK,” he said. “Can we fuck now?”

“Not until after he’s castrated,” I said, although if he’d pressed it, I would have fucked him then and there in the bathtub. I was hot for him and wanted his dick inside me. “Tell you what. I’ll give you a blowjob to hold you over. Is it a deal?”

“OK,” he said, “I’ll have him castrated tomorrow.” He sat down on the toilet and I sucked him off, swallowing his spunk when he shot into my mouth.

I was on my way home when my cell rang. It was Sam. “What did you say to my dad,” he asked.

“Nothing. Why?”

“He’s going to have me castrated tomorrow, and I can’t talk him out of it.”

“I just gave him a blowjob. He asked me if I liked being castrated, and I said I did. He said he’d been thinking about having you castrated. You told me he was.”

“He wasn’t until your father mentioned it. It’s all your fault.”

“Not all my fault,” I said. “Your father would have never called mine, if you hadn’t told your brother I sucked your cock. What’s the big deal, anyway? I like being castrated. I want to have everything cut off.”

“Yeah, but you like sucking cock and getting fucked. I don’t; and you’re going to be paid lots of money. No one’s paying me shit. I’m going to have my balls cut off, and I’m not going to get shit for them.”

“Can I come along and watch?” I asked.

There was a long silence. “Fuck, I guess,” he said. “I don’t want to go with just my dad. I’m pissed at him. Are you sure you didn’t say anything?”

“What could I say to make your dad want to have you castrated?” I said. “I’ll bet he’d already decided to have it done. It’s cool, though. You’ll like it. Just wait and see.”

“Fuck if I will,” Sam said. “Fuck, I’m gonna go. Maybe I’ll jack off or something while I still have balls. You want to come over and fuck some more?”

“I can’t. I gotta go home. I’ll give you a blowjob after you’ve been castrated, and when you’re healed – are you getting shots, or are they cutting them off?”

“They’re cutting them off.”

I grinned. That had been one of the conditions Mr. Aaron had agreed to.

“I’ll let you fuck me after you’re healed, then,” I said. “Gotta go. See you tomorrow.” I hit the ‘end’ button on my phone.

Chapter 4:

Sam’s dad picked us up after school. Sam had talked about running away, but I had convinced him not to. “It’s not so bad,” I kept telling him. “Besides, they’d just catch you and do it, anyway.”

“Please, Dad, I don’t want to be castrated,” said Sam, when we got in the car.

“It’s too late, Sam,” his dad said. “I’ve already decided. I’m going to sell Billy to the San Carlos Island people, if they’ll take him, and have him castrated, if they won’t. I’d have Gregg castrated, too, but he’s old enough to legally make his own decision about that. I should have had all you boys done. If I’d had you done a couple of years ago, before you started puberty, I might have been able to sell you to the San Carlos people.

You’ve been a little shit since you hit puberty, anyway. This should calm you down some. I talked to Mr. Harris, your vice principal, and he recommended I have it done. He thinks most boys should be castrated. He said eunuchs make much better student and cause less trouble at school. This might be the only way to keep you in school. They were considering expelling you. Besides, look at Kyle. He’s happy he’s been castrated.”

“He still has his balls,” said Sam.

“They’re dead,” I said, pinching them. “I can squeeze them and not feel anything.”

“Why can’t I have the shots, then?” said Sam.

“You don’t want the shots,” I said. “They kill your dick, too.” I didn’t tell him that Nurse Appleby had given me a separate shot to kill my dick.”

“No, I don’t want the shots, then,” Sam said, “but I don’t want my balls cut off, either.”

Arriving at the clinic, we went inside. “Sam Aarons for a castration,” Mr. Aarons said, placing his hand on Sam’s shoulder.

The receptionist smiled at Sam, who had his face all screwed up, looking like he was about to cry. “It won’t hurt a bit,” she said, “and you’ll be much happier without them. Are you a second or third son?”

Sam said, “I have an older brother and a younger brother.”

She turned her face to Mr. Aarons. “Are they intact?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Mr. Aarons. “The older boy is too old for me to have castrated, but I’m either selling the younger one or having him castrated.”

“Good, we recommend castration for all boys. Since cloning has been perfected, boys no longer need their testicles. How about this young man?” she said, looking at me.”

“Oh, I’ve already been castrated,” I said.

“Fantastic,” she said, “and how do you like it?”

“I like it fine,” I said.

“See,” she said, turning to Sam. Your little friend likes being castrated. You will, too. Just give it a chance.”

After a few minutes, a nurse called out, “Sam Aarons.”

I stood up. “Come on, Sam,” I said. I’d already asked the receptionist if I could watch. She said one of us could, either me or his father. Mr. Aarons, according to our agreement, said I could.

“Which of you is Sam?” the nurse asked.

“He is,” I said. “I get to watch. I’ve already been castrated.”

“Good for you,” the woman said.

Once in the room, She made Sam undress. He had a boner, but she didn’t jack him off, like Nurse Appleby had me. Still, he came when she touched his dick to move it so she could shave off his pubic hair. “Quick on the trigger, aren’t you?” she said. “I never saw a kid that needed castrating more than you. I’ll bet you masturbate five or six times a day, don’t you?”

When Sam didn’t answer, I said, “At least, that many. He jacks off all the time.”

“Well, this will take care of that little problem,” she said.

She cleaned up the mess and continued shaving Sam. Before long, he was as hairless as I am. She even shaved his balls. Once through, she gave him some shots around his dick and his balls, and taped his dick to his stomach. “Let’s give the shots some time to take effect,” she said. “The doctor will be in to remove your testicles in a few minutes.”

After a while, the doctor came in accompanied by the nurse. She handed him a folder. “Sam Aarons,” he said. “We’re going to do a bilateral orchiectomy on you, Sam.”

“I thought you were going to cut off my balls,” said Sam.

“I am,” said the doctor. “That’s the medical term for it.” He poked Sam’s balls with a probe. “Do you feel that?” he asked. When Sam said he didn’t, he said, “Good, let’s get it done.”

“Will I be able to masturbate?” asked Sam.

“I don’t know,” said the doctor. “Some boys can and some boys can’t. It depends on the individual. You won’t need to so much. Even if you’re able to, you might find that you go days or weeks without doing it. You’ll find that sex is no longer an important part of your life, which, of course, is one of the reasons we castrate boys. You’ll be much happier not thinking about it all the time. You’ll be able to live a happier, more productive life without your balls. Do you want me to put them in a bottle for you when I’m done?”

“I guess,” said Sam.

“Let’s do it, then,” said the doctor.

I watch him slit Sam’s ball sac open up close to the top of it on one side. He popped one of Sam’s balls out. I couldn’t see it none too good, all covered with blood like it was, but it was bigger than mine had ever been and looked kind of white.

While the nurse held it, he tied off the cords to it, and cut it off with a laser scalpel. I could smell the burning flesh.

The nurse dropped Sam’s ball in a pan, while the doctor went back for the other one. Before long, both Sam’s balls lay in the pan, and the doc stitched up Sam’s ball sac.

“All done,” the doctor said. “Keep some ice on it. Your scrotum’s going to swell up some. It will even look like you still have testicles for a while, but,” he held up the pan, “as you can see, here they are. When the swelling goes down, you’ll have an empty scrotum, and over time, your scrotum will shrink.”

The doctor put Sam’s balls in a bottle containing some kind of liquid and handed them to Sam. When we were out in the lobby and Sam’s father asked if it was done, Sam held up the bottle containing his balls to show him.

Back at Sam’s house, while Sam was in bed with an ice bag on his ball sac, I went in his father’s bedroom to fulfill my part of the bargain. I definitely got the best of it. Sam’s father was an even better fuck than was Gregg. It took him longer to cum, and he knew more moves than Gregg did. Gregg just pounded away until he came, but Mr. Aaron took his time. I had two orgasms before he had his first one.

I had only bargained for one fuck, but I let him fuck me twice, which, old as he is, was all he could handle.

When Sam felt like having one, I gave him the blowjob I’d promised. I couldn’t tell any difference in the taste of his cum. A couple of weeks later, after the swelling in his ball sac had gone down, I let him fuck me. It took him longer to cum, and I even had an orgasm.

I’ll be leaving for San Carlos Island in a couple of days. I can’t wait. I’m ready to have my dick and balls cut off. My balls are small and hard, and my dick has almost disappeared. I can’t pee without getting myself wet, because I can’t skin my foreskin back far enough to reveal the head of my dick. Neither my balls nor my dick are good for anything. I’m ready to be a nullo.

I’m glad I got Sam castrated. I like him much better as a eunuch than I did as a boy. He’s doing better in school, and even his mom thinks it was the best thing for him.

All the boys in Sam’s family have been castrated. Billy wasn’t accepted by San Carlos Island, so his father took him to the clinic to have him castrated.

Even Gregg has been. It was the only way his parents would agree to pay for his college education. They figured it would be a waste of money, if Gregg kept his balls. Sam tells me that his mom is trying to talk his dad into being castrated, too.