Brandons Life.

Brandon's Soccer Team Physical

From the very first time he recalled getting a shot in the butt, Brandon had hated doctors. Sitting in the waiting room always made him jumpy, and his stomach rolled with apprehension. Trying to read the magazines gave him a headache, and he ran a hand over his light brown crewcut hair and sighed. His appointment had been for 1PM. The clock now read 1:45PM, and although it had gotten him out of school, he wasn't happy to be there. Somewhere behind a closed door that led to the exam rooms, he could hear some other child scream. He jerked his tanned face up out of the BMX magazine and gasped. A man sitting across from him smiled. "Tetanus. Boy cut his finger at school in art class. He hates shots."

Brandon swallowed hard. "He's not the only one," the boy replied.

At 14, Brandon was an average, Caucasian boy. He wasn't fat, he wasn't slight - he was average. All across America, there were thousands and thousands of Brandons, that, if lined up, would be just another group of boys that wouldn't rate a second look in anyone's book. He was well tanned from his time outside, and he had started the growth spurt of adolescence that was beginning to make him a bit tall and gangly. He hadn't begun to lose his coordination yet, however, and that was why he was there at the Doctor's office. He was due for a physical for the soccer team. A sharp pain in his gut also reminded him that he was going to have to mention his other problem. He was distracted, however, by a teary-eyed little boy being escorted by a woman - his mom, no doubt - out into the waiting room.

The little boy, his right index finger wrapped in gauze and in a brace, ran to the man who had spoken to Brandon and threw himself into the man's arms. "You'd think they'd cut his arm off," the lady said with a slight drawl as she handed the receptionist her insurance card. Brandon smiled, and went back to his magazine. He felt eyes on him.

"What they gonna do to you?" a small, piping asked with a sniffle.

"Huh?" Brandon asked, looking up again.

"Don't go back THERE," the little boy said between sniffles, "He gives you shots - in the BUTT." The little fellow's statement of the obvious was funny, however, and Brandon tried hard not to laugh.

"All he's gonna do to me is look at me, soccer team physical. You know, just make sure I'm ok and all. No shots." Brandon felt his face flush a bit. As he answered the little boy, his voice warbled from his little boy soprano to a medium tenor and back. Usually when it went back, it squeaked. The little boy grinned at him as it squeaked again. Brandon grinned back and then sighed as they got up to leave. His voice had begun trying to break about 6 months before, and it cracked and warbled and acted as if it couldn't make up its mind where to go. Lately, however, it hadn't been cracking as much. It also hadn't been staying in the tenor mode; Brandon was too afraid to ask, but over the past few months that his changing voice had seem to slow down, his right testicle had begun to ache. And since he was 14, and a typical boy, he had decided he'd rather die before he mentioned THAT to anyone.

"Bye!" he heard the small voice say. He looked up and waved and watched the couple depart with their son, the little boy's hand placed protectively on his left butt cheek. Brandon slumped back in his padded chair and stretched. He watched his arms and legs stretch out to their full length, ignoring the very slight aches from deep in the joints. "Growing pains," his dad had called them. Brandon smiled at himself, got up to get a drink from the fountain, but stopped short as a hot pain stabbed at his belly and very nearly doubled him over. A flash of what felt like fire shot up from his scrotum and spread into his abdomen. Then it all just stopped. He looked around quickly. No one had noticed, and he hadn't yelled. It wasn't the first time, but it was bound to catch up with him. Eventually, someone was going to see it happen, or he was going to cry out. He was fighting with the dilemma when the receptionist called his name. He visibly flinched, a hand still on his belly.

"Jumpy, aren't we?" she asked condescendingly.

Brandon nodded.

"Physicals are nothing to be jumpy about, son," she replied.

"Maybe," Brandon said, "I dunno."

Brandon followed the young and somewhat attractive nurse to an exam room. He could feel his cock getting hard as he watched her butt, and he was almost sick with worry that she was going to make him undress in front of her. He noted that his erection was making something of a tent in the front of his cargo shorts. That also reminded him of something else. Even though he had been having jack-off sessions with a few of his buddies over the past year or so, lately he hadn't felt up to it. Literally. The last time they all gotten together, his best friend Logan had laughed himself into an asthma attack when Brandon couldn't hold his erection for more than a few moments. Usually, Brandon was the center of attention at these sessions, since he was the only one of his group of friends that was not circumcised. None of the rest of them had as much cock as he did, they didn't look the same, and they all harbored some lingering resentment at their folks for having their cocks cut on when they all babies. Lately, though, even his foreskin - which made him a 'star' - was giving him grief. It itched and usually hurt when he peed.

In fact, Brandon remembered, when he did get hard it made his right nut hurt even worse than it usually did. This time, it was no different. Pains began to shoot up out of scrotum, then stop. Then they would start again. The itch under his foreskin started up, and as the skin stretched as he got hard, that hurt too. Brandon sighed. He decided that when the physical was over, he was going home and going to bed. He was tired lately, more so than usual, and one thing he had been told to tell the Doctor was just that. His parents claimed that a 14-year-old boy should have more energy, and how could he play soccer with all his aches and pains and being so worn out all the time?

Brandon was pulled out of his reverie, however, by the nurse's voice telling him to strip to his shorts and get up on the scales. Brandon pulled off his light blue polo shirt, and kicked his navy blue over white Nikes into the corner. Nervously, he pulled off his tan cargo shorts. He left his pushed down, white calf-high socks on, and secretly thanked the Lord that he was wearing loose boxers and not tight briefs. He quickly jumped up on the digital scales, keeping his erect penis pointed in the opposite direction of the nurse. She recorded his height, weight, BP, pulse, respirations, measured him here and there, took his temperature in the ear - for which Brandon was profoundly grateful - and said that the Doctor would be in shortly. Brandon smiled at her and muttered, "Thanks," his face flaming. She was no sooner out the door than Brandon had a hand in his shorts, feeling at his tender and screaming nut. "This just ain't right," he said to himself, taking some comfort in the fact that he was, at 4 ½ inches, fully erect and it didn't hurt any worse than usual. He considered a quick whack off in the attached bathroom, but decided against it. He hadn't been whacking off much lately, mainly due to the pain but also due to the fact that he wasn't getting it up as much as he had been. He was also beginning to run out of excuses for putting off his buddies who wondered where he was.

At 14, Brandon's sex life had not even begun and he was already worrying that it might be over. His brows creased in concentration as he ran his hand over his crewcut. It was a nervous action that he was prone to, but as his teachers had noted, at least he didn't bite his nails. How was he going to say it? How could he ask? "Doc, my balls hurt." NO. "Doc, I think I've got a..." NO. "Doc, I can't seem to get hard and..." DEFINITELY NO. Brandon was still fighting with it, one hand on his stomach, rubbing it, and the other brushing back at his short hair when the Doctor sneaked in on him.

"Hello, Brandon!" he announced jovially. Brandon yelped and fell over backwards on the exam table, the paper crinkling under his bare back. "Jesus, you scared the shit outta me!" he barked. One hand flew to his mouth and he felt his face flush as he realized what he had done. His dad would have slapped him across the mouth by now, and his mom would be shoving a bar of soap in it. The Doctor only smiled and laughed. He was an older man of moderate build, and although he appeared a bit older than Brandon's father, who to Brandon was OLD, he carried himself with dignity and his posture showed that he once must have been quite a built man. He adjusted his glasses and looked at the clipboard.

"Uh-huh. Physical. Soccer. Run around in the green grass and kick a ball and try to hurt each other as much as possible, turn each others' shins black and blue, right?" the Doctor asked.

"Uh, I guess," Brandon agreed. His erection had since faded, and the pain had settled into its usual dull ache. Unconsciously, he was still rubbing his belly.

"Stomach ache?" the Doctor asked, moving over to the boy and pushing him back down on the table. He poked here and there and asked this and that. It was the usual. Brandon knew what was coming, though. The old 'turn your head cough' thing had to be next. He was dreading it. Then the Doctor pushed on his stomach, on the left side. The pain was enough to make Brandon gasp.

"That hurt?" he asked. Brandon nodded. He pushed harder.

The pain that exploded up into Brandon's whole torso brought tears to his eyes. "Stop!" he choked, fighting back tears. The Doctor, however, was still poking and exploring down around the waistline of his boxers. Then he sighed. "Brandon," he said softly, "be honest with the old man here. When was the last time you took a really good shit?"

Brandon was so taken by the question that he couldn't do anything but stare. "It says here, from where your parents called in for the appointment, that you're tired, you hold your belly a lot, you sleep too much, and you seem to be in pain somewhere. Your voice has been breaking, so we're pretty sure you're into puberty now. You shouldn't feel THIS bad. Now, let's just get it out into the open, because if I have to hunt, you won't like it," the Doctor replied with a note of finality.

The boy looked away, his face still flaming. "I dunno, not today. Not last night. Maybe three days ago? Look, is this gonna keep me off the team?" Brandon's voice gave away his anxiety. It squeaked once, and then settled back into boyish soprano after the word 'team' came out in a moderate tenor. The Doctor smiled. Brandon felt like everyone was laughing at him, and he decided that if he lived through this visit, he was never going to talk again.

The Doctor stared at him, looking to Brandon like Death in a white coat. How could he tell him anything else ? The fact that he hadn't taken a dump for three days probably meant he was going to get a shot and some stupid pills to take. "Alright, get up then. We need to go into the levorotary, er, uh, bathroom if you will here, and get to the bottom of this so to say. Go ahead and get naked and get in there, Brandon. We can fix this right here and right now."

Brandon just stared at him, his jaw open.

"Brandon, take OFF your shorts, take OFF your socks, the ring on your right index finger, and your watch. Unless it's waterproof to 100 meters." Then he laughed. The boy did as he was told, and followed the Doctor into the bathroom. There was the usual sink, toilet, but there was also a padded bench and a shower area. White towels hung on the rack by the sink, and the room smelled of soap and Lysol. He stood there, naked and embarrassed, as the Doctor rooted around in a cabinet. He laid out some packets of something, what looked like a tube of toothpaste to Brandon, then turned. He seemed to be deep in thought. "Well, yes, I remember that," he said glibly, "You know, Brandon, you are one of the very few boys I know and examine for sports every year that isn't circumcised. Actually, I am a strong fan of circumcision. You know what that is, don't you?"

Brandon nodded again, his hands going protectively over his genitals. The Doctor laughed again. "Don't worry, I'm not going to do THAT to you. That is, unless you need it. Is everything OK down there? We still have to do the cough-thing, you know. Nice tan, by the way."

"Yea, it's fine," Brandon lied, looking around the large bathroom. He could see himself in the mirror, and suddenly the fact that he was a white boy, and that he was evenly tanned all over dawned on him. He desperately hoped that the Doctor didn't ask about that. He really knew he could NOT bring himself to say aloud, "My buddies and me swim naked, ya know, right before we all get together and jack off." But, the Doctor didn't ask. Brandon took a moment to admire himself in the mirror, noting the light dusting of pale hair around his cock. He wished it would grow in faster, as he was the most hairless of his jack-off peers. Hell, even Logan, who was blonde, had more hair than he did.

"Go lay on the bench, Brandon, I'm looking for something." Then he picked up the office phone. "Gloria, move everyone back an hour, I've got a small problem in exam 2 here. Yes, yes, thank you, Gloria."

Brandon's apprehension was growing. Whatever the Doctor planned to do was going to take an hour, and that ruled out a shot. He began to sweat. Constipation, he knew, was nothing to be taken lightly. He remembered when he was little having Fletcher's Castoria spooned into him, and later on in life, the salty stuff in the green bottle that kept him on the pot all day long. After the second round of the green stuff, he learned to keep his mouth shut. His heart nearly stopped, though, when the Doctor came back in, after much door banging and swearing, with a red rubber bag in one hand and a length of white tubing in the other. Brandon stared at him, recognizing the equipment.

He was going to get an enema.

Brandon knew what enemas were, of course, even though he had never had one. His friend, Logan, had mentioned it once during a jack-off session, however. It had made them all hot, Brandon remembered, thinking about having something stuck up your ass and filling you with water while you were totally helpless to stop it. Logan had described the entire procedure, as it had been performed on him, but all of them had agreed that it didn't sound like something they wanted to try. Brandon remembered asking him, "Do they really do that to YOU?" and that Logan had said 'yes'. In fact, with a blushing face, Logan had admitted that it was a monthly ritual, whether he needed it or not. For a while, then, Logan had been held in the highest regard, just for surviving what sounded like the worst thing that anyone could do to a boy. He recalled that that had been a good day for jacking off, and that later that night had been even better for more things.

"Alright," the Doctor was saying, "I'll be just a moment and we'll be ready."

Brandon found what was left of his voice. "Please, Doc, can't we do something else? Can't I just take Exlax or that green salty stuff or something?" Brandon pleaded.

"No, Brandon. You should have thought of this before it got this bad. If you're in that much pain, you're clogged up good. A few good flushes outta have you up and going in no time." And with that, the Doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves, poured something out of one of the packets into the red bag, and began filling it with water. He placed a thermometer in the stream, making sure the water was as hot as he could make it. Brandon watched in sheer terror as the bag filled, with a mound of soap suds that smelled of coconuts gushing over the top. The Doctor then attached the tubing, made sure the clip was closed, and hung the bag up on a hook in the wall over Brandon's bench.

The boy stared up at the bag and his eyes followed the tubing down to the Doctor's hand. He held a tube of something. Brandon could see the label, and it said 'KY Jelly'. He groaned. "Roll over onto your stomach, Brandon." He knew what that meant. KY Jelly combined with the words 'roll over, Brandon,' meant - at home - that he was going to get his temperature taken. He sighed.

Obediently, the boy did that. He flinched when he felt the cool lubricant being applied to his asshole. That was nothing new, and he desperately wished that his Mom would discover the ease and convenience of the digital ear thermometer. He yelped as the Doctor slid a well-lubed finger up inside of him. That was something new, and it didn't feel at all like the small thermometer he was used to. "Just relax," he said, "Does it hurt or just feel odd?"

Brandon decided that it felt odd. He said so. He also noted that he was getting hard again. The Doctor moved his finger around, then settled it into one spot and pressed. Brandon felt his erection grow, his cock feeling like it was going to burst. His nuts throbbed, and an intense wave of pleasure, not unlike when he got off from jacking, spread through his body. He moaned. "Nothing wrong there," the Doctor noted, slowly pulling his finger out. Brandon felt as if he could have cum had the Doctor kept that finger there, but he wasn't about to ask.

"That, my young friend, was your prostate gland. Every boy and man has one. It should feel smooth and rubbery. If it is hard and lumpy, you got problems. You don't have a problem there." the Doctor announced, spreading some lubricant on the hose. Brandon watched him. "Wh-what was that feeling when you touched it?" he asked shyly.

"A normal reaction," the Doctor replied, "That's where ejaculations come from, pun intended." Then they both laughed. "Don't worry, boy, everything feels fine in there. Now all we have to do is get that hole of yours back into business. Now ... here's the plan. I slide this tube up your ass. It will hit your rectum sphincter. When I say relax, you relax and make like your trying to fart or shit, really hard. Then I'll slide it on up some more. When it stops, you tell me. If it hurts, you tell me fast. Once it's in, I'll open the valve. It will fill your colon - or guts, if you will - with about 2 quarts of warm, soapy water. You have to hold it all in for at least five minutes. If you can't, we'll have to start over. If you can't hold it, I'll have to plug you until the five minutes are up. After that, you can go like you have never gone before! Then we repeat the procedure. Any questions?"

"I guess not," Brandon replied dejectedly, his cock beginning to soften and his right nut hurting. Suddenly he wondered how Logan had felt, and how much it had taken for his friend to talk about it. He also wondered if the Doctor did this to anyone else as he seemed to know what he was doing. He decided that when this was over, he was going to have a long talk with Logan.

"OK, then, now roll over onto your back." Brandon did that. He watched as the Doctor let a bit of the soapy water out, and Brandon could smell the coconut aroma. "Now, there's no nozzle on here, Brandon. This is called a colon tube, if you ever want to share this story with your little friends. We need to get it deep inside of you. Here we go." And with that, Brandon could feel the blunted tip of the tube being pressed against his asshole. Then it slid in. He gasped.

"Easy," the Doctor said, sliding the tube in further. It was an odd feeling as the tube went up inside of him. When it stopped, Brandon said so. "OK, relax, Brandon. And make like a good fart!" Brandon did that, and he yelped as he felt his sphincter open and the tube slide up inside of him even farther. It was not painful, but it felt strange. Brandon struggled with the idea that he might actually might like having his ass stimulated. It didn't seem right, though, with all the fun they made and the dreaded, high power insult of being called an "ass-fucker." There was not a more powerful name, in his circle of friends, that one could insult another with. But wasn't he right there, naked, having his own ass fucked first by a finger and then by a tube? It was not the same as having his temperature taken, and it worried him. Brandon sighed again.

Then the tube stopped sliding easily. He mentioned that it was stopped. The Doctor then turned his attention to the bag. The boy heard the SNAP of the shut-off valve being released, and could feel the warmth traveling through the tube up inside of him. As he lay there, the Doctor reached down and cranked a handle on the bench, leaning him backward so that his feet were higher than the rest of him. "Gravity helps," the Doctor explained. Brandon nodded, feeling his already slightly bloated belly beginning to expand. The Doctor watched, slowed the flow and began to gently massage Brandon's abdomen. He worked in such a way that he was actually pushing upwards, making the solution flow deeper into Brandon's colon. After about half of the bag had emptied out, however, Brandon cried out, "Stop! I can't! I gotta go NOW!"

The Doctor pinched the tube shut, and hit the clip. "Brandon, you're only half way there. You HAVE to hold it in."

Brandon shook his head, his sun bleached hair becoming wet with sweat. He was suddenly very warm, and realized it was from the water being pumped into him. Logan hadn't ever mentioned that. The Doctor continued to massage, and let the water flow again, slower. Brandon groaned and struggled, clamping his butt cheeks together as he watched his belly swell. He was beginning to look pregnant, and his balls felt like someone was stabbing them. He glanced up. The bag was almost empty, and the Doctor was pulling the tubing out of him. It felt good coming out, better than it had going in, and he saw the bag flattening out. Logan had said when the bag was flat, it was over. Brandon sighed a deep sigh of relief, then the first cramp hit him. He cried out again.

"Soap cramp," the Doctor noted, dropping the end of the tube into a pan, "Normal. OK, Brandon, four minutes. Hold on."

It seemed like forever. Brandon sweated and cried out when a cramp hit him. He had never had to go so bad in his life, but he wasn't allowed. At least the green salty drink had not hurt him, just made his guts make a lot of noise as it cleaned him out. Finally, he begged to relieve himself. The Doctor shook his head. "Two more minutes, and remember, if you leak, we do it all over again WITH the soap." He sponged at Brandon's forehead with a damp cloth, wiping the sweat from the boy's eyebrows. He noted that they were also sun-bleached and matched his hair. For a moment, the Doctor thought back on all the times he had seen Brandon - the shots, the injuries, the illnesses … but his reverie didn't last long.

"I can't!" Brandon moaned, choking back the tears. He had never been so humiliated in all of his life. This was even worse than when his Mom had come home to find him and three of his buddies naked in the pool. She had laughed, and unbeknownst to them, taken a picture from the house when she went in. She hadn't just taken a picture though ... she had had a poster made, and since there were no visible genitalia in her shot, it was deemed legal. That poster now hung in the room reserved for his parents' vast collection of memorabilia. Brandon was sweating, his stomach was distended, and his balls were killing him. His cock was hard, and it itched under his foreskin, which had begun to pull back some. "I'm gonna die!" he wailed.

The Doctor laughed. "No, you won't. You may want to, but you won't. HERE now, NO leaks, I said!" As Brandon did just that. He then felt something being pressed into his hole again. This wasn't the tube, though, it was something larger. He glanced up, from his inclined position, to see the Doctor fitting his asshole with a large black cone-shaped plug. He pushed it in, and Brandon groaned. "What's that for?" he demanded, not wanting to admit that he was enjoying it. His cock, however, betrayed him. It was beginning to move with his pulse.

"Since you can't hold it, you can relax now. That plug won't come out until I take it out. It's snug enough so you can't leak, and you still have two minutes to go. In fact, since you leaked, I think you can wait for an additional minute," the Doctor replied.

Brandon's jaw dropped. The cramps were tearing him up, and he was getting nauseated. All he wanted to do was to empty himself and go home. He let his head fall back onto the bench with a THUNK sound. "Shit," he muttered.

"Oh you'll shit, Brandon, believe me. And if you think the soap enema was bad, wait until we do the rinse." Brandon stared at him. "We have to give you another one to rinse all the soap out, otherwise, you'll be walking around with your guts on fire feeling like you have to go for days. Rinsing is the real benefit. Hard telling what we'll knock out of there. Used to be, enemas were a regular thing. You'd seldom see a boy who didn't get one at least once a month just to keep him cleaned out. Nowadays, nobody does it. Now when I was a boy..." he continued, watching the clock.

The three minutes finally passed. Brandon listened to the Doc's reverie of what sounded to him like childhood torture. Then he helped Brandon to his feet, led him to the toilet, and pulled the plug out of his ass. The boy didn't get sat down before he began to evacuate. He made quite a mess, and the smell was ghastly. "I'm going to step out and let you relieve it in peace, son. It will be a while before you're done. When it stops, lay down on the floor. Don't strain. When you feel it hit again, go again. Once you're finally done, take a shower. Then we'll give you a rinse."

Brandon did as he was told. What came out of him was disgusting. He couldn't believe that he was hauling that kind of stuff around INSIDE of him. When he was done, he got up and went to the sink. He splashed some water on his face, and remembered he was to take a shower. He did that, letting the water cool him off. He was suddenly tired again, and his ass ached. He felt like this should really have him in the mood to whack off, talking about it did, but he found his cock had gone back to sleep. Nervously, he informed the Doctor that he was done. "Dammit, boy," the Doctor laughed as he came back into the room, "No wonder you feel so bad. DEATH begins in the colon, you know!" Brandon stared at him.

The Doctor looked the boy up and down, noting his lengthening arms and legs, his beginnings of musculature, the way his genitals hung, and also his nice, even tan. He also noted the boy's now-flattened stomach. He remembered being young once, and sighed. Brandon looked fine to him. He hoped that there wasn't anything else. If there was one thing that he hated to do, it was to tell a child like Brandon that there was something badly wrong. "Alright, back up on the bench," the Doctor stated, "one rinse and then the cough test and you can go home, all fit and ready for the soccer team!"

Brandon laid back down on the bench as the Doctor refilled the bag after rinsing all the soap out of it. He was filling it with plain salt water. He repeated the procedure, but this time, when the bag was finally flat again and Brandon lay there with two quarts of hot salt water inside of him, he quicky pulled the tube out and immediately inserted the butt plug. He began timing, and massaging.

The feeling wasn't the same. This time, there were cramps, but they were not sharp and stinging as the soapy water had been. In fact, the feeling of urgency wasn't there either. Brandon felt as if he had to go, but he also felt that he could hold it. With a bit of confusion, he also realized that he liked the feeling that the plug was giving him. He also realized that he was enjoying the relaxation that the massaging was giving him. "You have got to be the tensest kid I've ever seen," the Doctor stated, as helped Brandon to the toilet again. "Why don't you walk around the room once?"

Brandon looked at him in confusion. Walking over to the toilet had produced some pretty strange feelings, and he had no idea why the Doctor wanted him to walk around. He did, however, watching in embarrassment as his cock got hard again as the plug rubbed at his prostate. He also noted a bit of clear fluid leaking from the tip of his uncut cock. It was beginning to itch again. When he made his way back to the Doctor, he had changed rubber gloves. Gently, he bent down and pulled Brandon's foreskin back. This time it was his turn to sigh. "I knew it. I just knew it. Brandon, you have GOT to take better care of this thing! Being uncut means you have to make sure you keep that thing clean under there. How long has it been itching and hurting when you pee?"

"I dunno, a while," the boy said, "How'd you know?"

"This is bad, Brandon, see how red it is? And the rash?" He squeezed the exposed glans.

"Ow!" Brandon yelped, flinching.

"This isn't good at all. Well, we can deal with it later. Now turn around."

The boy did that, and felt the plug being pulled. He sat down and relieved himself with a great sigh of relief. When he was done, he showered again and walked naked back into the exam room. This was the part he really hated. He had survived the enemas, but now came the cough test. The Doctor was waiting, and Brandon knew the routine. The Doctor carefully felt around his scrotum, pushed up at the top of the sack and told him to cough. He did that. Then he did the other side. Very gently, he felt the man's fingers rolling his balls around. The left one didn't bother him, but when he put some pressure on the right one, Brandon doubled over and yelped. A hot pain seared up through his belly and he gasped. With a great effort, he straightened up and let the Doctor finish.

"Alright," the man said as the boy collapsed back onto the table, "How long has THIS been going on? Talk, boy, don't be afraid. I HAVE to know. You said everything was fine down there."

"I-I, uh, I lied."

"I noticed," the Doctor replied dryly.

"Do I got a hernia?" Brandon asked.

"No," the Doctor replied flatly, "What you have is a lump. There's a knot on your right testicle, and judging from your reaction, it hurts. A lot. I'll be straight with you Brandon, when one finds a lump like this, it isn't good. Didn't you know that your balls should be smooth and round?"

Dumbly, Brandon nodded.

"You haven't been checking, have you? You have to check yourself, Brandon, that's part of being a man."

"Is it bad?" the boy asked, "'cause I can stop whacking off, if that's why."

"That isn't the cause."

"But, I take a bath every day!" the boy protested, his mind suddenly realizing that the end of his cock was in danger, as well as his balls.

"Yes, but you didn't keep it clean underneath, and now it's a mess. And your balls, well, that's another story. THAT was nothing you did or didn't do. It's just bad luck."

"It's not gonna get better, is it?" the boy begged, his eyes pleading.

The Doctor shook his head and continued. "Brandon, what I have to say isn't going to be easy. You're in pain. You're tired. You're having problems that teenage boys DON'T have. The constipation had nothing to do with it, just bad timing. But, to be honest, 99% of the time a lump like this is cancer. Your cord doesn't feel right, and the other side is beginning to feel knotty as well. It's also smaller." He squeezed Brandon's left ball again. The boy did nothing. "I was afraid of that."

"WHAT?!" Brandon demanded, his face going pale.

"That squeeze wasn't half of what I did to the right one, and you almost fainted then. Brandon, I think we need to call your parents in here now. You haven't been looking after your manly parts very well, and now they're in bad shape. Brandon, you've got to be circumcised to clear up the penile infections, and you've more than likely got testicular cancer. I think, in fact, that your left nut may already be dead. How long did IT hurt too before it stopped?"

"I dunno, most of the winter, I think. Then it just stopped. I thought this one would too."

"Did it feel like the other one does now?" the Doctor asked.

The boy nodded.

"It might also explain the voice breaking slowdown and the fatigue it shows here. Your balls have been putting out a lot of male hormones, puberty you know, but they're slowing down, I think. Testosterone falloff can do that. Now, are you having erectile problems too?"

But Brandon had gone white in the face. He nodded. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he began to shake. "Wh-what can y-you d-do?" he stammered.

"Well, it's really out of line, I think, Brandon, but it might help. We can run a test on it too, but to be honest, well - we can take a semen sample."

Brandon's face flamed. "I, well, I don't think I can. It hurts too much, and NOT in front of you or anything."

"Is that why you're avoiding your little whack-off friends?" the Doctor asked with a grin.

Brandon gasped. "I - we - what I mean is ... how'd YOU know?"

"I was a boy once myself. You think I was born old?" the Doctor asked.

"Guess not," the boy replied.

"Anyway you don't have to, son. You remember when I lubed you up for the enema?"

Brandon nodded.

"What I can do is do that again. If I press on you, up in there, and do it right, you'll shoot. We can take a sample, test it, and freeze it for later in life, just in case this all goes bad. Now, it's going to be embarrassing, I know, and you might not like it, but if you cant' jack off for me, Brandon, we'll have to do it this way."

Brandon considered his words, and realized that his penis really didn't feel being bothered anymore. He thought about the lubing part of the enema, and surprisingly, he heard himself say, "OK. Let's get it done then."

The Doctor nodded and put on another set of rubber gloves. Brandon knelt on the exam table with his butt presented. As he had with the enema prep, the Doctor lubed him once again and inserted a finger. He instructed Brandon to make sure his discharge hit the collection cup. Brandon agreed. As the Doctor's finger once again found his small prostate, he felt the waves of pleasure shooting up through his body. Very slowly and gently, the Doctor rubbed at the small rubbery disk as Brandon began to tremble and sweat. It felt like it took forever. He felt like he was going to cum, but then he didn't. Having done plenty of prostate checks, but never on one so young, the Doctor was ready when Brandon's asshole began to tighten around his finger. The boy was shaking and moaning, and discharge was only seconds away. He glanced at the cup. It just kept building, until finally, with a cry of relief, Brandon shot a rather impressive load into the collection cup. Jet after jet of penned up semen shot out of him, and although he was scarcely aware of it, almost all of it made it into the cup. The last stubborn drop, however, refused to drop off. The Doctor pulled his finger from Brandon's quivering hole and pulled his gloves off. "Clean up," he ordered the boy, taking the collection cup. Then he stopped.

He stared down into the cup, his heart pounding. The impressive amount of yellow-ish and white semen was flecked with black spots and a copious amount of fresh blood. As Brandon cleaned himself up from what must have been his best orgasm to date, the Doctor groaned inwardly.

Brandon came back from the toilet, his step a bit unsteady. The Doctor couldn't help but wonder if the boy would ever cum like that again. He showed Brandon the sample before calling for the nurse to come and take it away. The boy gasped at what he saw. Like the discharge from the enemas, he couldn't believe that it had come OUT of his body. "Hop back up there, son," the Doctor suggested, pointing at the exam table. Brandon's face flamed as Gloria came in to take the sample. Brandon, however, almost spent from his orgasm, didn't get hard. He blushed, and looked away.

"Oh come now, I've seen naked boys before!" she said teasingly, and with that, she was gone.

The Doctor sat on the table and pulled the still-naked boy close. He could feel the shivering, but there was no point in having the boy dress. He was going straight to the minor surgery room as soon as his parents could be reached. Very quietly, he answered the boy's question.

"It looked so bad," Brandon whispered.

The Doctor nodded. For a moment, he said nothing; he just stared at the floor, occasionally having his view obstructed by one of Brandon's size 7 bare feet swinging back and forth.

"I'm afraid that if the test comes back positive, and I know it will, Brandon, there's only one option. Maybe if we'd caught it sooner, but then again, I don't know. The only viable treatment is castration."

The boy gasped, swallowing hard. "You m-mean you have to c-cut my b-balls off?" he choked.

The Doctor nodded. "And your foreskin as well. THAT's only going to get worse too."

Suddenly Brandon was angry. He had come in for a physical for soccer, and in the course of an hour, his whole world had come crashing down on him. He was 14. He was fine. He was just a bit tired. Puberty was rough, they all told him ... he'd live. And now here he was, naked on an exam table, being told that he had to have half of his cock AND his balls cut off? No way was he going to take that. "You can't!" he screamed, jumping off of the table and going for his clothes, "I won't let you! My Dad won't let you! No one's gonna cut MY balls off!" Brandon's face was now red, and the sweat poured from his bleached out hairline in rivulets. Tears ran openly down his face as he fumbled with his boxers, unable to turn them right-side-out. The Doctor walked over to him, and calmly took his shorts away from him. He handed him a white gown, the type that ties in the back and doesn't close all the way. Brandon shook his head defiantly, not sure of what to do.

"Brandon, Gloria's called your parents. They're on their way here now. I know you're tired, and I know you hurt. You want to take a nap? I promise nothing will happen to you..." but Brandon cut him off before he could finish.

"WHY?! He screamed, pulling away from the Doctor's embrace, "So you can cut on me while I'm out? That's what you wanna do ain't it? Put the boy to sleep and cut his balls off while he's out cold. NO WAY, MAN!" Brandon screamed, throwing a shoe at the Doctor, who dodged it with skill. "I want a second opinion!"

"That's about enough, young man!" The Doctor demanded, picking up the shoe and throwing it back at the boy. He missed.

Brandon was so taken that he didn't know what to do. "DO YOU think I WANT to castrate you for FUN or something Brandon? How dare you? I've tended to your injuries and illnesses all of your life! You hide your problems from everyone until it's too late to save you, then you blame ME? I wanted you circumcised when you were born, young man. But, 'Nooooo', your parents said, no circumcision for their son. 'He can learn to take care of it,' they said, well ... obviously you didn't. And as for your balls, well, let me tell you this ... cancer is nothing to mess with. Why in the hell you didn't mention it sooner is beyond ME. If it spreads, and it will..."

But Brandon had already given up. His shoulders slumped and he leaned heavily on the table. Hard sobs racked his small body and he shook violently. His tirade cut off in mid word, the Doctor quietly came to the boy's side and jabbed a needle into his right butt cheek. Brandon gasped, but didn't protest. A million different thoughts raced through his mind at once, none of them good. He let the Doctor hold him until the sedative took effect, pulling him down into sleep and washing away the horrors of the afternoon.

When his parents arrived, he was asleep in the minor surgery room with an IV in one arm and a blanket covering him.

-2-

Brandon's Castration

He could hear voices. He could feel that he was laying down, and realized that he must have fallen asleep. He was warm and comfortable, and the thought of getting up and going to school didn't really appeal to him. With some amount of effort, he tried to sit up. He failed. For one confused moment, he didn't know what to think. Then he heard the Doctor's voice and it all came back to him. "You can't imagine how sorry I am to have to tell you this ..."

Panic set in. Brandon tried desperately to get up, but his body wouldn't respond. He opened his eyes and stared up into the bright overhead lights. He tried to turn his head, but it felt like his neck bones were clogged with sand or something. He could hear his Father gasp. Then he heard his Mother begin to cry. The voices drifted in and out, but try as he might, Brandon couldn't move or make a sound. He listened, his heart racing.

"Are you absolutely sure?" his Father was saying.

"I took a small sample and some blood and sent it in. I know a guy in the lab, and we'll know shortly. To be honest, well, as I told the boy, 99% of the time, it IS cancer. I don't know what I can do to make this any easier for you, OR for HIM. The only thing we can really do is ..."

"Please, Doctor, don't say it again," Brandon could hear his Mother saying.

"Folks, I hate to ask you this, but in light of your son being an only child, and, well ... since this is going to leave him sterile for life - are you both still fertile? Because if you ever want Grandchildren, I'm afraid that Brandon isn't going to be giving you any," the Doctor stated, at least not in the regular way."

"What do you mean 'regular'?" he heard his Father ask.

The Doctor cleared his throat. "I took a semen sample from the boy, in light of the problems at hand, you see. It didn't look good, but it might contain viable sperm cells."

Brandon wondered at that statement, then realized why the Doctor had risked doing what he had done with the finger and the semen collection. Then it settled in. It ALL came back to him. The pains, the itch, the fatigue, all of it. He remembered the physical, the enema, the hernia check. He remembered being told he was going to have to be circumcised and castrated. It soaked in slowly - no balls, no kids. And now he couldn't move. He remembered the shot in the butt. More than anything, he wanted to run. He wanted to get as far away from the Doctor and his knives as he could. He tried again, but although he could feel his body - and that his penis was itching again - he couldn't do a thing about it. He managed to get a twitch out of his fingers, and he tried to scream. All that came out was a soft whimper.

No one seemed to hear it.

"Yes, we both are. But we never wanted any more children. We both came from large families, and we decided that with only one child, we could be better parents to JUST him," he heard his Father say.

At the age of 14, Brandon had never considered having kids of his own. Hell, his only future plans as far as sex went were when he was next going to meet with his buddies for a jack-off session, or finally taking the step beyond mutual masturbation into full blown sex. He never thought about being married or having kids. But, there was the sample - there was still a chance. His mind began to race as he heard the Doctor say, "He's in the next room over, he's asleep. He didn't take it very well, I'm afraid." Take what well? What had been done to him? Had they cut it off already? But he had said the tests weren't back yet, and his parents had just arrived. It still had to be there! Brandon tried again to reach for his crotch, but he couldn't move his arm. His hand flexed, and that gave him some hope. He could hear them coming, and was glad that at least he was covered, because he could feel that he was still naked.

But the Doctor had asked about having another child. Brandon mused over that for a moment, wondering what it would feel like to have, say, a little brother. He found that he liked the idea, even though his friends who had them were always bitching about them. Then he thought back to the problem at hand. What if he got married? He liked to look at girls, he had discovered in the past few months, but he also liked to look at other boys and jack off with his friends. Time seemed to slow down as he thought and thought. What if I'm gay? What if I'm not? What woman would want to marry me after they're done cutting on me and I can't give her a child? Can I even have sex at all? What's my dick gonna look like when he's done? What's it gonna feel like with no balls? Will they put fake ones in? What if they don't? How will it look?

That last thought froze in Brandon's mind.

A terrible feeling began to grow in his stomach. Once they cut his balls off, he couldn't jack off with his buddies anymore, they'd see him. They'd know. Would he even be able to get hard to do it afterwards? Everyone would make fun of him. And what about soccer and sports? Would he have to still wear a cup with no balls to protect? No, he wouldn't, he realized, because he couldn't play. Everyone would see him naked in the showers after practices and games - they'd see that he was castrated, that he wasn't a real boy anymore. But what about gym class at school? How was he going to get out of that? Brandon decided, as the voices came closer and closer, that he wasn't ever going back to school. He wouldn't see his friends anymore. He'd stay in his room, and no one would know. No one would ever know that he had his balls cut off.

"He's asleep in the minor surgery room," Brandon heard the Doctor say, "I gave him a sedative, a pretty strong one actually. Did I tell you he threw his shoe at me?"

"Did you throw it back?" Brandon heard his Mother ask.

"I did," the Doctor laughed, "Missed him though, but it got his attention."

Brandon wanted to scream even more. How could they make jokes? Here he was, 14, with cancer, soon to be castrated, exiled to a life of isolation, and doomed to no sex life before he even got one. He was going to lose all of his friends, and no one was ever going to want him. It was all so cruel, and since he couldn't move, Brandon began to cry.

"Here we are," the Doctor said, pulling back a curtain to escort Brandon's parents into the minor surgery room. "What's this? Seems he's awake."

Brandon could hear them coming closer, and he felt his face begin to flame. He felt like a baby, and humiliated as he was, he simply couldn't stop the tears. "Careful of the IV, dear," he heard his Mother say in a tense voice. He then felt his father's arms around him, and through his tears he saw his Father's anguished face. He felt himself lifted and then pulled close as his Father simply held him, one arm around his back and one hand pressing his head into his broad shoulder. He felt his Mother's touch on his cheek, wiping away the tears that just wouldn't stop. It was just too much. No one had seen him cry since he was 10 years old, and only then because he was getting the top of his scalp stitched up. The sedatives hadn't worn off though, and the only thing that Brandon could do was cry and let himself be held. With a start, he realized that he didn't remember the last time that his Father had touched him, much less held him close. That only made the tears worse.

"You're sure there's no other way?" his Father asked in a surprisingly small voice.

"I'm afraid not. We need to get this done as soon as possible, too," the Doctor was saying, "Before it spreads. He's in a lot of pain, and frankly, I don't know how he hid it for so long."

With a great effort, Brandon managed to get a word out of his mouth. "No," he whimpered.

About then, the phone rang. Brandon could hear a fax machine kick over, and something told him that it was his test results. He heard the Doctor sigh. "It's cancer."

Brandon felt as if the bed had fallen out from under him. He heard his Father groan and his Mother begin to cry again. For a long moment, they just held him while Brandon whispered "No" over and over again. "The good news is, however, that the odds that it's had time to spread are slim. His blood doesn't show any other abnormalities, other than very low testosterone levels for a boy his age at his stage of puberty. I don't mean to be pushy, folks, but we need to get this done as soon as possible. How about this evening? I can have someone come in and we can have Brandon back home and in his own bed by tonight."

He could hear them murmuring, talking about it. It was all so unfair. He wasn't even going to get one last chance to jack off with his friends, or even get a shot at a sex life. His Father laid him back down and his Mother straightened his blanket, kissing his forehead. "You're right," he heard his Father say, "Let's get it over with now." His voice sounded sick.

"Please, no!" Brandon whimpered, frantically trying to get up. His muscles twitched and his arms jerked, but he still couldn't sit up. "No!"

"Brandon," he heard the Doctor say then, "listen to me. We're going to do thorough testing on you. Your right testicle has cancer. Your left one doesn't, but it does have blockage and it has little to no feeling in it. We're going to examine you with everything short of taking you apart to make SURE we have to do this. After we're done, THEN we'll talk. For now, you just relax and try not to panic. You're not going to die from this, you know."

"W-wish I wuz," Brandon moaned, clenching his eyes shut to try to stop a new flow of tears. He failed.

"Honey, don't say things like that," he heard his Mother say.

With some effort, Brandon felt that he could talk. He had to talk. He had to get it out. His voice was not strong, nor was it loud, but with some effort, he managed to speak.

"Why?" he choked, not opening his eyes, "I heard what you said. No balls, no kids. You'll have to have another baby, or you won't have Grandkids. I won't be a boy anymore. Everyone's gonna see me, they'll know if I try to do anything. I can't go back to school, I can't play sports or gym. My friends are gonna laugh at me." All in all, it took him several minutes to say it, but it made him feel better. He opened his eyes to see them all staring at him.

"Is that what you think?" his Father asked.

Dumbly, the boy nodded. "No balls, Dad. What then?"

"It takes more than a set of balls to make a man, son," he replied.

"Can't you insert artificial balls?" his Mother asked, "So he'll look normal?"

"Yes," his Father agreed, "No one would be able to tell."

Brandon felt some hope rising up in himself. If he had fake balls, no one WOULD know. He'd look fine, and he could go on like it never had happened.

"There's a problem with that," the Doctor said, and Brandon felt his heart sink again. "Right now, there's a halt to production on prosthetic testicles. They found they aren't safe. Normally we would insert the type with fluid filling, so that after the castration, we could just inflate the fake balls to make up for size and growing. Unfortunately, they can leak and the effects are unpleasant. What we would have to do is put in smaller prostheses, let him heal up, open him up in a few years, put in larger ones, wait, open him up again ... you see, over time, he'll develop scar tissue. The scrotum is very sensitive, and without his balls, well, sex and climax is going to near impossible. We can't just keep cutting him open year after year."

"I see," Brandon's Father agreed, "Of course, you're right."

"What?" Brandon interjected, his hopes rapidly dying again, "Why not? Just put good ones in right off and be done with it!"

"That wouldn't work, Brandon. Your scrotum isn't big enough to hold man-size prostheses." the Doctor answered.

"But ..."

"No 'buts', son," his Father replied. "Maybe someday, but not for a while."

"Can I see you two in my office for a moment?" the Doctor asked.

"We're not leaving, son," Brandon heard his mother say, "Be right back, OK?"

The boy nodded. As his parents left the room, the Doctor whispered in his ear, "You and I are going to have a long talk about this, boy." Then he injected something into Brandon's IV line. "This is a muscle relaxer, Brandon. It's going to keep you immobile, yet fully conscious. I need you to be awake and aware of what's going on when we start looking you over. Now, in case you didn't notice, you can't move. I don't want you moving, but I do want you awake for the procedure. You're in a panic now, I know, but there's really nothing to panic about. I think you'll find this whole thing fascinating, really. Now, if you'll excuse me." And with that, he turned to go.

"Wait!" Brandon called out.

"What?"

"What if I need to pee?" the boy asked.

The Doctor laughed. "Brandon, right after I put you out I put an external catheter on your penis. It's not invasive, so just go ahead and pee." The Doctor stepped out the door, leaving Brandon to lie there, helpless, with only his worries for company.

At some point in time, he must have fallen asleep again. When he awoke, he opened his eyes and found himself naked on the same table in the same room. His Doctor and another Doctor were there, and they were going over a tray full of strange instruments. Brandon tried to call out, but his voice was gone again and his body paralyzed. He managed a low whine, and they both turned to face him. "Brandon, this is Dr. Schneider. He'll be performing the actual removal of your testicles. We're also going to run some rather invasive tests, but you're sufficiently drugged up to where it shouldn't bother you much. Your parents are in the next room, where they'll be watching the procedure on closed circuit TV. Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh," the boy whimpered, his wits returning but his small body immobile. How could they do that? They were going to be watching? He couldn't believe it. He glanced at the IV line in his left wrist and tried to concentrate on the drops. He just couldn't bring himself to watch. He was about to have his balls cut off, most of his dick cut off, and for all intents and purposes, his life was over. He just didn't want to see it happen, and wished that they at least had the decency to put him out cold.

"For starters," Dr. Schneider was saying, "I want a look inside of his urethra and bladder. From the looks of his penis and foreskin, it's probably a real mess in there. Now ..." and although Brandon didn't really want to watch, he found his eyes drifting down to his crotch. He took a long look, realizing that it was never going to look the same. Dr. Schneider was examining his penis closely, gently pulling back the inflamed foreskin to expose the glans. He then took a syringe full of something and inserted the blunt tip into Brandon's urethra. The boy could feel something warm being injected into his penis, and although the stimulation felt good, he saw that he wasn't getting hard. With a sigh, he realized that he probably wasn't going to be getting hard ever again. They'd all joked about what happened if your balls got cut off while they were jacking off, and he figured he was very close to being impotent for good.

Brandon watched in shocked fascination then as the Doctor picked up something funny looking with a blunt tip and a very long cord. With a start, he realized that the Doctor was beginning to insert the thing INTO his penis. "This is a special camera, Brandon. It will show us what you look like up inside of there. Watch the screen."

Very slowly, he pushed the scope into the boy's penis. On the screen, Brandon saw what looked like very tight and very red tissue. There were flecks of darker matter here and there, and many pale areas. As he felt the scope going in, he realized that it wasn't really painful, and in an odd way, felt sort of good. "What a mess," he heard his Doctor say.

"Must hurt like hell when he pees," the other Doctor agreed.

"We're going to have to scrape this out," his Doctor said.

Brandon gasped as the scope was pulled back a bit. "It's not into his bladder, thank God, but the urethra is a scarred up mess. You better give him a good shot of painkillers, Fred," Schneider said to Brandon's Doctor. 'Fred. What a name,' Brandon thought as the specialist pulled the scope out of him. He moaned, and the Doctor that he thought was named Schneider ruffled his hair and patted his belly. He watched as his own Doctor - Fred - injected something else into his IV. He suddenly felt detached and numb. The pleasurable feelings he was getting from having his dick handled faded away, and his toes and fingers began to tingle.

"Brandon, listen to me. What we have to do next is run another probe up into your penis. This is going to hurt some, even with the drugs. What we have to do is scrape out the junk and scar tissue from your urethra, the pipe that carries the pee out of you. When we're done there, we're going to put in a Foley catheter. That's a plastic tube that goes up your penis and up into your bladder. It has a balloon on the end that we'll blow up once it's inside of you so it won't slide out. You won't be able to pee, since all of it will drain out the tube and into a bag. It's uncomfortable, but it has to be done. You'll have to keep the catheter in for a long time to let your 'pee pipe' heal up. Understand?"

"Uhhhh - huhhh," Brandon whined, trying to shake his head. A long time? How long was a 'long time?' He didn't want a tube up his penis, and he sure as hell didn't want to be castrated. He just wanted to get away, but now he couldn't even feel his legs or arms, much less get up and run. He didn't feel much as the next strange cord-like thing was inserted up into his pee-hole, but he DID feel it when the Doctor turned a screw on the end of it. Something that felt like knives began to tear into him deep inside his dick, and it felt like fire as the Doctor slowly pulled it out. He tried to scream, and despite the drugs, he made quite a noise. It seemed to take forever, and his heart pounded. He couldn't believe his parents were watching. It felt like his dick was being turned inside out and set ablaze. Then it was over.

Brandon lay there gasping, feeling the terrible need to pee and having no control over it. He watched through teary eyes as Schneider selected a clear plastic catheter and inserted that into his penis as well. He hardly felt it slide in, nor did he feel the balloon inflate. His own Doctor laid the tube across his bare thigh and secured the end to a collection bag hanging on the side of the table. Brandon watched in fascination as the tube filled with yellow urine mixed with blood. He felt sick.

Next, he watched in even more horror as Schneider began to cover his scrotum with some sort of clear jelly. He relaxed a bit though when he realized that were going to do a sonogram. Brandon watched the screen as the images changed, showing his oddly sized balls. The Doctors pointed and commented, tapping the monitor with a pen here and there. They noted the cancerous testicle, and did several scans of the other. They poked and felt it, rolled it around, and shook their heads.

"We'll have to open him up to be 100% sure," Schneider said, "But I think it's dead."

Fred nodded. Oddly, Brandon never thought of his Doctor as having a first name.

"Brandon," his Doctor said to him, leaning down close to his ear, "I know you won't like this, but we have to shave the hair off of your scrotum and the whole area. We're going to open it up and take out the bad one, and have a look at the other one, alright?"

"Nnnnnnnnnn," the boy moaned. His eyes teared up again. Wasn't there anything they were going to leave him? Why didn't they just do a full blown sex change on him and be done with it? Brandon wanted to start screaming again, but he couldn't. All he could do was lay there and take it.

He watched as they applied shaving cream to his groin, and shut his eyes tight as one of them began to shave him. He could feel the razor moving, but he couldn't really feel anything else. When that was done, he was patted dry. His stomach rolled as his scrotum was swabbed in Betadyne, and his heart pounded as Schneider carefully ran a small bladed scalpel down the side of his scrotum.

'They're really doing it,' Brandon thought, 'they're cutting me open. They're gonna take my balls out!'

The cut was small, and his Doctor wiped the blood away. Schneider cut quickly, and his gloved hands rolled Brandon's diseased right testicle around. The boy's stomach flipped as he watched the gray orb, flecked with black spots, come out through the slit. Schneider deftly pulled it out and down, pulling as much of the connecting cord as he could. Brandon was amazed at how far out of him it came. The cord was gray, but nearer to the testicle it was darker. He watched as his Doctor tied some thread around the cord. He tied another, then picked up a strange looking device and touched it to the diseased cord just under the ties. Brandon smelled flesh burning, his stomach heaved, and then the cord snapped. It disappeared back up into his body. "One down."

The boy stared at it as the Doctor put it in a dish by the table. Schneider was already making a cut down the other side of his scrotum. He watched in terror, praying that it was still good. But when Schneider pulled it out through the small cut, Brandon's heart sank. His left testicle was much smaller than the diseased right one had been, and it was not smooth. It was almost white and wrinkled. The cord was knotty and shriveled, and when his Doctor pierced the connecting vein with a needle and pulled back, nothing came out. Both Doctors sighed heavily.

"Brandon," Schneider said to him, "Buddy, I'm afraid your other testicle is dead. We have to take it out too."

As they tied off the dead cord and removed his dead left testicle, Brandon cried silently. It was done. They had cut his balls off. He wasn't a boy anymore. He wasn't a girl, but he wasn't a boy either. What was the word for a castrated boy? He had heard it before ... he thought hard. Then it came to him, through the fog of the drugs.

'Eunuch.'

'That's what I am now,' Brandon thought, 'a eunuch. I wish I was dead.'

He watched as they stitched up his now-empty scrotum. They couldn't put in fake balls, and Brandon wondered how hard it would be to hide it. Maybe if he kept a hand on his dick, but then he realized they were going to mutilate that too. He watched as they washed his foreskin in Betadyne after his scrotum had been bandaged. Gently, it was pulled back and the glans swabbed as well. It looked strange with the double-ended tube coming out of it. Brandon just stared numbly as the tube that carried his pee out of him was clamped and detached. A small white plastic sleeve was put onto the shaft of his penis as Schneider pulled his foreskin back as far as it would go. He slid the sleeve back farther and farther. "How much you taking off?" Fred asked.

"As much as I can," Schneider replied, "He can't take care of it, he can't keep it."

Brandon whimpered, but he couldn't take his eyes off of the procedure. His foreskin was pulled back over the hard plastic sleeve, and another clamp-like device was attached to it. It pulled the foreskin tight and stretched it forward. The more the Doctor pumped the handles of the clamp, the tighter it pulled the skin from his penis. "OK, cut it," Schneider replied, holding the clamp and standing by with sutures in hand. Brandon tried to scream again. He was going to have stitches in what was left of his dick? All he could do was moan and twitch his nose. He continued his muted protests as the blade of the same scalpel that had castrated him moved around the sleeved shaft of his penis. The outer skin was being cut off, but the inner skin was untouched. He realized what the sleeve was for then, and relaxed a bit when he realized that he was only losing skin.

The blade encircled his penis, and the foreskin, stretched tight, was pulled away. Schneider immediately began to stitch him up. Brandon exhaled hard. Then his Doctor laughed, a sudden mirth coming to him. His face was actually red.

"You thought," he laughed at Brandon, "Oh, God, boy, I'm so sorry. You thought we were going to cut the whole end of your penis off, didn't you?"

"MMMMmmmm-hhhhh," Brandon whined, smiling a wan smile as he watched his bloody penis being stitched up. It didn't look the same once it was clean. Fred continued to laugh and rub the boy's bleached crewcut hair as Schneider finished on the circumcision. When he was done, he reattached the catheter to its drain tube and stepped back a bit, tilting up Brandon's penis for the boy to see.

Of course he knew what the head of his dick looked like. It was still there. It was red and inflamed, but it was STILL there. The catheter came out the end of it, and just back behind the rim of the cock head, about halfway to his body and down the shaft was a ring of stitches. The only difference now was that Brandon's glans was in permanent and plain view, just like all of his friends'. His Doctor gently wrapped the penis in gauze, checked all the bandaging and the catheter, and wiped Brandon down. When he was clean, he injected something else into the boy's IV line.

"All done, Brandon. Go to sleep now. You earned it," the Doctor said.

Brandon smiled and yawned. He still had his cock, even if he didn't have his balls. He felt he could hide that, if he was careful. With a few less worries, he drifted off into dreamless sleep.

-3-

Brandon the Eunuch

"AAAAAAiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhh!"

Brandon's Mother looked up from the newspaper and glanced over at her husband who was deep into the financial section. "Dear, I think Brandon's awake now," she said calmly, sipping at her coffee as if a blood-curdling scream of agony were the norm for a Wednesday morning.

"Sounds like it," he agreed, folding the paper and getting up to take a tray of breakfast up to the convalescing boy. "I doubt he'll be in the mood to eat though."

"He needs to eat," she replied, "and keep his health up so he can play soccer with his friends."

"You don't know if he's going to even want to anymore, dear, all things considered."

She thought about it for a moment, until Brandon let out another yell. "Take him a pain pill, too, dear, and tell him not to worry and that Logan will bring his homework by for him."

When Brandon's father arrived at the boy's room, he tapped gently on the door and entered with the tray of food. Brandon was lying in bed on his back with the covers thrown off. Tears were streaming down his pale face and he was shaking all over. He lifted his head off of the pillow, just enough to stare down at his crotch. The Foley catheter was still in place, the tube running out of the end of his bandaged penis and down under his tanned thigh where it connected to a collection bottle on the floor. The tube was orange and red with urine mixed with blood. Below his flaccid penis was a bandage, covering his stitched and empty scrotum. He looked up at his Father with wide eyes and a slack jaw. "I-I thought it w-was a bad dream!" he wailed.

Setting the tray down on top of the boy's dresser, Brandon's father sat carefully on the edge of his son's bed, being careful of the catheter line, and gently helped his son into a sitting position. He handed the boy a small blue pill from his pocket. "Take this and then eat your food. Then you can go back to sleep, son. Doctor's orders. Stay in bed, don't move, don't touch anything down there, and be still." Brandon did as he was told, although he just stared at the food once his Father had placed the tray astride his stomach. He just sat staring at it.

"Please pull the blanket back up, dad," he asked.

He did that, tucking it down just at the boy's waist, and then rose to go. "Dad?" the boy asked.

The man stopped, but didn't turn around. "Dad, I'm sorry. I should have said something sooner."

For an awkward moment, there was silence. "Cancer isn't something you could have done a thing about, boy," he replied quietly.

The words struck Brandon, who had just picked up the fork. He dropped it in the middle of his plate and hung his head. The pain pill hadn't had time to take affect, and he was clearly miserable. Although he desperately wanted to leave and hoped that the pill would soon put his son back to sleep, Brandon's father turned back to his son. His only son.

His castrated son.

He had no idea what to say. In fact, he never had any idea what to say. Over the past few years, the boy had become difficult and distant. He blamed it on puberty, and tried not to think about it. And because he didn't know what else to say, he said simply, "You need to eat, Brandon. Keep your strength up, heal up, so you can make the soccer team again this year."

The boy looked up sharply at his Father, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Brandon had been unable to speak before the surgery, and afterwards he had slept all night. He chided himself for not being there when the boy awoke, but what would he have done? Held him like he did in the surgery room? No. The boy had since taken to not being affectionate some time ago. He pulled away every time someone tried to touch him, and with a pang of regret, Brandon's father found that he missed the little boy who used to cling to him with every waking moment. The only reason he had held him then was because the boy couldn't move to pull away. But he could see the pain in his son's eyes, see him shaking, and he decided to risk it. Very slowly and deliberately, he set the tray of breakfast aside and took the boy in his arms. He could feel the stiffness and trembling as he pulled him into a tight embrace, but he didn't let go. Within a minute, the boy's resistance died and he sobbed into his Father's shoulder.

"I-I can't be on the team now," he choked.

"Why not?"

"Because," Brandon explained, still not moving his head from his Father's shoulder, "Everyone will see me. In the sh-showers and changing and stuff. They'll see me and they'll make fun of me. Why can't they just put in fake ones, Dad?"

"Brandon, you know what the Doctor said. They'd have to cut your scrotum open again and again to put them in and keep changing them out. Over time, you'll get scar tissue and lose feeling down there."

But Brandon, as usual, had a comeback. "What's it m-matter if I have feeling down there now? I don't have much of ANYTHING down there NOW!"

He looked deep into his son's eyes, and remembered back as to how nervous he had been, when at age 8, Brandon had been give "the talk," "the facts of life," "the birds and the bees." He was almost out of his depth here, and he knew it. He decided to improvise, and hoped that he could remember everything that the Doctor had told him to say.

"Brandon, listen to me. I know you think it's all over right now, but here's how it is. Almost every boy in this country is circumcised at birth. Most boys don't even know they even HAD what you lost. The catheter comes out in a month, and as far as being castrated goes, well - you can't have kids. Big deal. You wanted a little brother, right ? Well, we want grandchildren someday, and even IF you adopt, what about when you're in college and the house is quiet and empty?"

Brandon thought about it. "Who'd marry me?" he asked, deciding not to mention that he really liked boys more than he liked girls, although he wasn't quite sure about that.

"A lady with kids and no man. A lady who can't have kids. A lady who might think it's better to adopt ..."

"But D-dad," the boy protested, "I-I'm a ..." he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Is 'eunuch' the word you're groping for, son?"

Dumbly, Brandon hung his head and nodded. He didn't have much of an appetite, and his groin felt as if it were on fire. He desperately wished that the pain pill would kick in.

"Brandon, it's easy to fix. Once you heal up, we take you back to the Doctor. He takes some blood, measures your hormone levels, and he gives you patches to wear. It's called HRT, and it puts back what you lose from having no balls anymore. You still get hard, you can still whack off - and YES I know about that - and eventually, you can still have sex and enjoy it. It might take you longer to get off, you shoot out thinner and clearer stuff and less of it, but you still shoot. You just shoot blanks. Does that make you feel better?"

Brandon's smile was like the sun coming up. Then it faded. "I can't get naked in f-front of the guys, Dad," he mumbled, as the pain pill began to take him.

"Sure you can, son, and you won't need to wear a cup anymore either, you know."

Brandon tried to laugh, but his eyes were glazing over. He got the boy to drink the glass of orange juice before laying him back down and covering him. He tousled the boy's crew cut hair and got up to go. "By the way, Logan will bring your schoolwork by until you're better."

"OH G-god, no!" Brandon murmured before he fell asleep.

Brandon awoke sometime later that afternoon. He remembered his orders and didn't try to get up. The tube in his aching penis was annoying, but it didn't really hurt hurt. He just hoped that he didn't get hard about anything and blow any of the stitches which ringed his shaft about midway between cock head and body. He sighed and picked up his TV remote. His stomach growled, and his mouth was dry. "MOM!" he shouted, immediately wishing that he hadn't. He winced, but stomach still insisted on food. He flipped through channels and waited.

She came up a few minutes later with another tray of food. Brandon glanced at his watch, and saw that it was time for school to be out. He didn't remember what his Father had said. As he thanked his mom and began to attack his food, she mentioned it. "Honey, Logan will be by after school with your homework. He's worried about you, you know. He even called at lunch hour."

Brandon choked and shot soda out his nose. As he tried to recover, with his Mom wiping at his face, he protested. "What did you tell him?" he demanded.

"Sweetheart," she said mildly, still wiping at him, "All I said was that the Doctor found something badly wrong at your soccer team physical and you had to have emergency surgery. I didn't say anything else."

Brandon felt bad for shouting at her. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I forgot that he WOULD have come by this morning to walk to school with me. He always does."

She smiled at the boy. "Logan likes you, I think," she offered.

Brandon choked again, his face flaming. "What?!" he coughed out.

"Well, Brandon," she said thoughtfully, "You're not the most affectionate or polite boy in the world you know, and Logan is well ... he's sort of strange, don't you think ? I mean, he's so quiet, and that funny floppy haircut of his. It's so pale. And he's smaller, and the retainer, well - what I mean is, I don't think he's the type that makes friends very easily, Brandon. If it weren't for you, that poor boy might not have any friends at all. He can't even see without his glasses. You be nice when he gets here, even if you are miserable."

"Aw, Mom," Brandon moaned, "you knew I didn't wanna see anybody! I don't want anybody to know!"

"Logan won't know a thing, dear," she assured him. "Just take your books and try to be nice."

"What if he asks, Mom?" Brandon asked, still stuffing his mouth. He realized that he was ravenous, not having had lunch the day before. With a shudder, he recalled the physical and suddenly realized that he DID have something to discuss with Logan after all.

"I don't know, dear," she admitted. "Tell him you had a personality transplant."

Brandon stared at her. "Thanks," he said dryly as she left the room.

"You're going to get one, little boy, whether you realize it or not when those testosterone levels drop off," she thought to herself, gently closing the door with a soft laugh.

There was a soft knock on the door. Brandon glanced at his watch, and realized that it had to be Logan. School was out, and Logan would have his books and assignments and be all ready to start playing 20 questions. Brandon sighed, making sure he was covered up and that the urine collection bag was hidden by the blanket hanging over it. It still looked gross. "Come in," he said with a sigh.

Logan entered Brandon's room with a tense look on his face. "You OK, dude?" he asked in a piping voice that conveyed his anxiety.

Brandon nodded. "I'll live," he replied defensively.

Logan tossed him a backpack. "You didn't miss much," he offered, gently sitting on the edge of Brandon's bed, "Everybody wondered where you were at. I mean, man, you go in for a physical for soccer and you don't come back. So what was it, dude? Appendix ? No - oh man, wasn't a hernia was it?" Logan asked shyly.

Brandon smiled. He knew what nerve to hit with Logan. "I was clogged up," he said, and it wasn't a lie. He smirked at Logan, his grin saying it all.

"Oh man, did they ... I mean ... oh shit, Brandon!" the smaller boy replied.

"Yea, I shit alright," Brandon said back, his grin spreading. "And all this time your folks do that to you once a month whether you need it or not? It was something, I can tell ya."

Logan's face turned beet red. Ever since he'd mentioned the enema thing, he'd been the butt of several water jokes. However, now that he knew that Brandon had been exposed to it, he didn't feel as embarrassed about his real-life 'therapy' being added to their jack-off sessions. He looked around nervously, then asked Brandon in a conspiratorial whisper, "So, uh, did you like it?"

"I learned some stuff," Brandon replied deviously.

"Yea, bet you liked having your butt pumped full of soap, huh?" Logan retorted.

Brandon laughed, a bit too hard, and realized that he shouldn't have. His eyes teared up a bit, and he gasped. "You OK?!" Logan barked, jumping up off of the edge of the bed, "I mean, you're all empty, now right?"

Brandon nodded, glad that Logan had gotten up. He had been sitting on top of Brandon's catheter extension. "Just hurts is all," he replied, and immediately realized that it had been the wrong thing to say. Logan stared at him with haunting multi-colored eyes. Sometimes they were blue, sometimes they were green, and sometimes they shifted. To Brandon, it often felt like his friend was looking straight into his grubby little soul, and he didn't like it.

"It shouldn't hurt, Brandon. If they did it yesterday, you shouldn't hurt at all. Your ass might hurt some since it was the first time or if they did a lot of rinses, but not hurt like THAT. Give, dude - what's wrong with you?" Logan stared at him.

"None of your business," Brandon replied with some heat, "Thanks for the books and shit." He turned his head to the side and refused to look back. But he was still there. Brandon could feel those eyes boring into him. He heard a sigh. It was Logan's favorite weapon. Ever since they'd all started the 'dirty talk' and the jack-off sessions, Logan had never been the reluctant one. Even as they all had begun to explore further, and some of the boys hadn't been too sure, Logan - surprisingly - hadn't been afraid of much of anything. True, he was the smallest, and probably the strangest, but he always seemed to get his way with that damn sigh. When he wasn't in a mood to do something, he'd sigh. Yet when he wanted something, he'd sigh. It worked, and the white-haired boy knew it. And Brandon knew it. And he was using it now. NOW of all times.

Brandon closed his eyes and shook his head, trying hard not to think about the pain in his groin. The last pill had worn off, and his penis felt like it was on fire again. Worse yet, Logan was getting him worked up with that damn sigh. It was just like the first time they'd experimented with sucking each other off, right before he'd started having pains. Brandon hadn't wanted to, the thought of a dick in HIS mouth disgusting him. But, Logan had done it for him, and with that one awful sigh and an adjustment of his glasses, the smaller boy had destroyed Brandon's resolve and he'd caved in. He'd returned the favor that Logan hadn't hesitated to do for him. He felt himself starting to get hard, and it was putting stress on his stitches. "Logan," he whimpered, "Please, get me a pill outta that bottle by the radio, please!"

Logan did that, and held his friend's head as Brandon swallowed the pill with the last of his soda. Logan ran from the room to get another for each of them. When he came back, Brandon was flat on his back, his forehead covered in sweat. His eyes were clamped shut and his teeth were gritted. "Man, you have got to spill it, Brandon! You need your Mom?"

"No!" Brandon yelped, his eyes popping open in terror. He couldn't TELL him! He just couldn't. But it was obvious that something was wrong. He felt warmth in his groin, and the sudden fear that he was bleeding made his stomach roll.

"Dude, this is too weird," Logan replied, "I'm up and going the next day after an enema. It's no big deal, trust me, I know. If you're like this, they did something bad wrong!"

Brandon smiled despite his pain. "It wasn't the enema, buddy. Look, I ... I ... man, go ask Mom for the v-video. She'll know what you mean. B-bring it back up here."

Logan raised one eyebrow, pale as it was, and left the room. As soon as he was gone, Brandon threw back his blanket and looked himself over. There was fresh blood leaking through the bandages on his cock. "Shit!" he swore to himself, "Now what the fuck do I do?" He then noticed that his catheter didn't feel right. He glanced down at the collection bottle, and saw that it was almost full. "Dammit!" he shouted, louder than he intended. Then it dawned on him. He needed help, and he really didn't think he could stand to have his Mom tending to his genital injuries. His face flamed again. He realized that he could bear the thought of Logan seeing him like this, if no one else. Logan wouldn't tell. He could trust him.

When he returned with the video, he inserted it into the VCR and it autoplayed. "Your Mom was sorta weird about that, but I told her you wanted 'the video'. She said if you wanted me to find out, it was OK with her. Dude, what IS wrong with you? You look like shit!"

Brandon closed his eyes and said the most difficult words of his young life to his best friend.

"So help me, God, if you tell ANYONE about this, I'll rip your head off, Logan!"

"What?" Logan asked, perplexed by the threat. Brandon noticed the tent beginning to form in the front of his khakis, however. Brandon made a mental note about that.

"I need help, Logan. I had surgery. I'm hurt, bad. Uncover me."

"What about the video?" Logan asked, his hand shaking as he reached for the blanket.

"It's boring at the beginning, they said." And with that, Logan pulled the blanket back.

He expected to see his friend's tanned skin and maybe a pair of multi-colored boxers, OR, if he was lucky, Brandon's uncut cock standing at attention with his nice-sized balls hanging down under it. As many times as Logan had jacked him off, or the few times he had sucked him off, he knew Brandon's budding manhood well. Every time they got together, Logan wished that he was so well built. He just wasn't expecting an offer IN Brandon's room! That and it had been a while since Brandon and his foreskin had put in an appearance for a session.

But that wasn't what he saw.

He gasped, and swallowed hard. He could feel his small penis - the smallest of the group - getting harder. His best friend's cock was now wrapped in bloody gauze, and there was a tube coming out of it. His strange eyes followed the tube down to the bottle on the floor and just slightly under the bed. He looked back, and realized that Brandon's famous foreskin was missing. There was also a flat bandage UNDER his cock, where ... where his balls should have been! "Oh...my...God..." Logan said very slowly, "Circumcised, cath'd AND ... and ... c-castrated? Jeee-sus Christ!"

"Wait a minute," Brandon objected, but Logan interrupted him.

"Dude, I read a lot. Why the hell did they do that to you ? You said you were constipated!"

"I was. They DID give me an enema. TWO of them. With lots of soap. I had an infection, a bad one, and well, my b-balls ..." the words caught in his throat, however, and his eyes filled again.

Logan sat back down on the bed, and placed a small, warm hand on Brandon's sweaty forehead. He bent down close to his friend's ear and whispered, "Cancer?" Brandon, at that point, lost it entirely. His friend said nothing, but helped him to sit up and simply held him while Brandon cried himself out again. By the time he had finished, his eyes were glazing over and Logan knew that the pill was working on him. Logan eased Brandon's sweaty crew-cut head back down onto the pillow. He then went into the bathroom across the hall, where, logically, he assumed that he would find the things he needed. He was right. He thought about calling for Brandon's Mom, but decided against it. His friend had shown him this in trust, and that meant something. He carried the supplies back to Brandon's bedside, and went to work.

"Can you d-do this OK?" Brandon whimpered.

"Dude, got a merit badge in first aid. I think I can handle it. Besides, I guess I outta get to know the 'new' you, huh?" he asked impishly.

"Yea," Brandon muttered dejectedly, "Because the 'old' me's gone for good."

"We got more in common, now, ya know," Logan offered.

"Huh?"

"You're circ'd, just like the rest of us now, and you got a enema, right? What else did they do to you ? Anything you like to share?" Logan asked provocatively.

"Some things," Brandon answered elusively, wincing as Logan began to unwrap his bandaged cock.

"I can work with less," Logan replied, his 'tent' still evident.

Brandon smiled and closed his eyes. Logan laid a cold wet washrag across his forehead, and then carefully continued to unwrap his friend's penis. He very gently wiped it with peroxide, taking care not to pull the stitches. He noticed that the blood was coming from there, but none of them were really very loose. "That's gotta hurt like hell if he gets hard," Logan thought to himself. Brandon whined as he pulled off the bandage covering the flattened scrotum. It was bruised and just a bit swollen. He cleansed that wound as well, and when he was done, he recovered the wounds with fresh bandages. For the rest of his life, Logan would remember the sight of those sutures in Brandon's scrotum. His own penis was so hard that it hurt, but he couldn't do anything about it. Mentally, he berated himself for getting turned on by his friend's suffering. He gathered up the old dressings, located the shut-off clip on Brandon's catheter, and pinched it. He pulled the bottle off of the end of the tube, and took it all to the bathroom for disposal. He rinsed the bottle and reconnected it. He then sat beside his friend, holding his hand as they watched the video. Now and then Brandon would point out more interesting things that he could remember for Logan, who stared intently at the screen. He rewound it a bit, and sat there, quietly watching, until Brandon's slow and even breathing told him that his best friend had fallen asleep. When the video ended, with tears now in his own eyes, Logan took out the tape and very softly kissed Brandon's cheek. He picked up his own backpack and headed downstairs.

"Brandon's asleep, he took a pill," Logan told the parents on the way out the door.

"Is he alright otherwise?" Brandon's Father asked.

Logan nodded, reshouldering his backpack. "Yea, I cleaned him up and everything. Oh, here's the video back," he offered.

Brandon's Father just stared at the pale headed boy with the round glasses. A strange thought crossed his mind, but he couldn't believe it. Then he smiled. "He TOLD you?"

Logan nodded and adjusted his glasses. "Yea, I'd let him sleep it off. He's all cleaned up and re-bandaged. You don't have to worry about it. I'll be back tomorrow. Just feed him is all," the strange boy reported, as if he were reciting the weather report.

He turned to face his wife, who looked up from the salad she was tossing for dinner. "Lois, he TOLD Logan. He SHOWED Logan!"

"I figured he would, Frank," she replied calmly, "After all, you don't expect a boy to have his mother take care of injuries like THAT do you?"

"I got a merit badge in first aid, ya know," Logan supplied helpfully.

"He TOLD Logan," Frank said again, still sounding shocked.

"Yes, dear, you mentioned that," Lois replied.

"I won't tell anyone else, I swear!" Logan said. "I gotta go. See ya tomorrow." And with that he left the shocked couple to their dinner as Brandon slept dreamlessly.

All the way home, however, Logan could hardly contain himself. His dick was still hard, and the thought of those stitches in Brandon's shaft - NO - the stitches in his SAC - was almost about to drive him crazy. He'd very nearly cum in his pants by the time he'd finished with Brandon's bandages. And the thought of that tube stuck up his dick, making him sexually helpless, was enough to make Logan sweat. Then he remembered something he had seen on the Internet, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Brandon had lost his balls. They'd castrated him.

Brandon was a eunuch.

Logan shivered suddenly, a chill replacing the heat he was feeling.

Without balls, Brandon was going to loose hormones. He tried to remember what all he'd read, and he realized that once, it had been customary to castrate boys and men so that ... 'That they'd lose their sex drive or not have their voices change!' Logan whispered aloud. He thought back to the first time he'd seen his friend naked in the showers. His odd penis, finding out about circumcision, the way his balls hung ... and his body. It had been in the shower that day that Logan had first realized that he might be gay. He remembered being so nervous, so self-conscious. Then Brandon had looked at him, and they'd both gotten hard. It progressed to the talk, the magazines, then jacking off together. That had led to jacking each other off, and eventually, to experimenting with 'head jobs.'

Logan's step became faster. He had to get home and read more. He had to be sure. He remembered well what Brandon looked like. Hell, the image of Brandon was in his mind most of the time anyway. He remembered that strange foreskin of his penis, the feel of it when he touched it, and the taste and feel when he'd offered to suck Brandon the first time. He thought about those balls, how they had felt, and broke into a run when he realized that they weren't there anymore. He was sweating again when he got home, and ran straight to his room. He threw the door shut and locked it. He couldn't help what it was going to be like as he peeled off his clothes. His own cock was so hard that it actually hurt; thoughts of Brandon, AFTER he healed up, filled his mind. Brandon was circ'd, just like him now. He had an enema, just like him. If he could still get hard, they could still jack off together. He couldn't imagine what that empty scrotum would feel like, though. And if Brandon couldn't get hard, or his HRT didn't take, well - Logan wondered if his friend would still want to do it to HIM though.

"Brandon's a eunuch," he breathed.

Logan reached down with his right hand and took hold of his 3 1/3 inch cut cock. He started to slowly stroke his tool. Logan used his left hand to feel his nuts. He thought to himself of what it must feel like to have a empty scrotom like Brandon. With that thought, Logans cock gave a lurch and became even harder in his slowly stroking fist.

Logan pulled out his desk chair and sat down on it.

Logan started to fist his cock once again. His left hand index finger went to his mouth and he started to suck on it, to make it all wet. After getting his finger as wet and slippery as he could make it, Logan moved his finger down to his ass. Logan lifted his right leg and drapped it over the arm rest of his chair, then he pushed his wet index finger up his boy pussy. A low moan of pleasure escaped his lips, and he started to slowly speed up the speed of his cock stroking.

With his finger pistoning in and out, in and out, in and out of his ass, and his right hand pumping away at a now steady speed on his fully erect penis, Logan closed his eyes, and looked at his mental picture of Brandons empty scotom. Logan coul feel his own balls hit his hand as he pulls his finger out of his ass, just before he pushes it back in.

Logan started to speed up his jacking on his cock, and he startd to feel his balls pull up close to his body. He could feel the "feeling" and he knew he was close to cumming.

Logans breathing become faster as he became closer to orgasm. His penis became even harder, and Logan opened his eyes and looked down at his dick. The first shot of cum spurted out with such force that it hi Logan right on his chin, The next white rope of boy cum landed right on his chest in the perfect center rigt between his tits. The third and forth blasts of cum landed right on his tummy. He stroked his cock and a few large dribbles of boy seed dribbled out and ran down his dick and hand and dripped into his small pubic bush. Logan lifted his hand to his face and licked his seman off of his hand. Logan got up off his chair and went to his bed to lie down. As Logan drifted off to sleep he wondered if Brandon would ever have any fluid cme out of his dick anymore for him to drink in.

-4-

Adaptations

For the next two weeks, short of a day, Logan came by each morning and picked up his bedridden friend’s schoolwork. Each time he arrived on his way to school, Brandon’s mother Lois would have a tray ready, with food enough for both of them, for Logan to take up to Brandon’s room. By the end of the first week, even though he felt good enough to get up out of bed, Brandon was still strictly confined. It was only his twice daily visits with Logan that kept him from losing his mind. As his dependence on the pain pills grew less and less, Brandon found himself increasingly restless and bored; even with his schoolwork. He kept up, however. Logan kept him dutifully informed of any social developments, and also informed him that he was greatly missed by their peers. Brandon didn’t quite know how to feel about that bit of news. After all, he had been changed a great deal. He was profoundly grateful for his friend’s help, however.

Each morning, Logan would arrive with breakfast and make sure that Brandon took his antibiotics. He would pack up the homework after they had eaten, inspect his friend’s wounds and bandages, empty his urine bottle if needed, and then try to resist the urge to stop somewhere on his way to school to jack off. Each evening, he would stop and deliver the new homework assignments, have a snack, check over Brandon again, then linger. The boys would play video games, watch TV, and just talk until Logan’s parents finally gave in and realized that their noble son was spending his time well with a very sick friend. They didn’t know the half of it. The sight of Brandon’s rapidly healing and empty scrotum, combined with the sight of the catheter, was enough to drive Logan mad. Each day he thought of the first visit when he had kissed Brandon goodbye. The young eunuch, of course, had been too far gone in his pain meds to notice it, and Logan had not pursued it - as much as he wanted to. Brandon’s cheek had been soft and smooth, unbroken by even a single whisker. Logan thought of this often as well, wondering IF Brandon would EVER sprout a beard. He also wondered if he’d ever get the courage to say what he really felt.

It was not quite two weeks to the day when Brandon asked him that morning to stay and miss school. Logan was perplexed, but he listened intently. Anything to get out of school!

“I want you to go the Doctor’s office with me,” Brandon asked, “They’re going to take my stitches out and change my catheter and check me over. Mom’s driving, but I don’t want to go alone.” There had actually been tears forming up in Brandon’s eyes when he asked, and Logan could tell how frightened his friend was. He agreed, and ran downstairs to call his mother, even though he could just as well have used the phone in Brandon’s room which was connected to his computer. By the time he returned, Brandon had regained his composure.

“My appointment is for 1PM,” he began, “and I really need a bath. Dad’s been doing the best he can for me, but I need a real BATH, ya know? I haven’t moved from this bed in almost two weeks.”

“So, uh, what do I do?” Logan asked nervously, genuinely afraid of hurting him.

“Get the shutoff clamp on my catheter, and unhook me from the bottle. Just help me up. I haven’t been on my feet for two weeks ya know.”

Logan did that, and felt his dick getting hard again. He hoped that Brandon wouldn’t notice it, and was grateful that his oversized orange T shirt came down past his crotch. Brandon sat up and swung his legs over the bedside. Logan stared at him, noting the near lack of much hair on Brandon’s body. There was only a very slight dusting over his mutilated genitals, and that was it. No leg hair, no armpit hair, none. He also noted that Brandon has lost a lot of weight and was looking pale. As his friend tried to stand up, Logan caught him as he lost his balance. His bare size 8 feet had hardly touched the carpet before vertigo got him. He leaned heavily on his blonde friend, shaking his head. Logan held him tightly.

“We need to get you back up and out into the sun, man. You looked bad!” Logan said.

“Fuck you,” Brandon replied, grinning, “Just help me get to bathroom.”

“Man, don’t get my hopes up,” Logan thought to himself.

When they arrived in the bathroom, Logan saw a small stool sitting IN the tub. He helped Brandon get onto it, and turned on the water. He handed his friend a bar of antibacterial soap and watched as he scrubbed himself off. Once the water had soaked the bandages loose, Logan carefully removed them. “Healin’ up good,” he noted.

“Yea,” Brandon agreed glumly, “what’s left of me.”

Logan didn’t know what to say. He simply laid a small hand on his friend’s shoulder and sighed. Brandon bowed his head to shampoo it, thankful that the shower was hiding his tears. When he was done, Logan shut the water off and handed him a towel. He helped Brandon get to his feet and watched him dry off. “Thanks,” Brandon replied when they made it back to his bed, “I’d have died if mom had to do this. Now, help me figure out this damn leg-bag thing. Man, my joints hurt!” Brandon moaned, his two weeks of immobility catching up with him. His muscles had begun to atrophy a bit, and they protested at their sudden use. Logan rooted through Brandon’s wardrobe, picking out a black long sleeved T shirt, olive baggy cargo shorts and a pair of brown Doc Marten sandals. “OK?” he asked.

“Whatever,” Brandon replied, “help me with this.”

Logan laid the clothes on the bed and sat down beside his friend. “Stand up,” he said.

Brandon did that, his hands heavy on Logan’s shoulders. He had gotten the leg-bag up on his thigh, and Logan secured the strap and connected the catheter. He then released the shutoff clamp. Brandon flinched as the pale yellow urine ran out the tube and into the bag. He didn’t care for the hot feeling of it on his bare skin. “Feels like I just wet myself,” he observed with a face of disgust. Logan, however, was suffering. His cock was throbbing and the sight of Brandon’s stitched and modified one was tearing him. He wondered what having that indwelling catheter felt like. He sighed.

Brandon stared down at himself. “Two more weeks of his damn tube,” he groaned.

“Two more?” Logan asked.

“He has to take it out, flush my bladder, run a sound -whatever that is - and then put a bigger one back in me for another two weeks. Then it comes out, and I’m free to go,” Brandon explained. Logan very nearly choked. A month of not being able to whack off ? Hell he’d been whacking off at least three times a day just thinking of Brandon and his predicament. A whole month ? Brandon was going to be starved for it, and Logan found that he couldn’t wait. His mind raced, thinking of what to say. And what in hell was a ‘sound’?

“Tryouts for soccer are in two weeks!” he offered.

Brandon’s face lit up. “After today, I can be up and about,” he replied, smiling, “and I can get back into shape. I’ll make it!” Then he thought of something. “But how am I gonna hide it?”

“Hide what?” Logan asked dumbly, his pale blonde skater cut shaking as he moved his head.

“My lack of balls, dumbass,” Brandon retorted.

Logan shrugged and handed his friend a pair of boxers. “Stand sideways?”

“Funny,” Brandon retorted, “No one can see me like this.”

“I can,” Logan said softly, looking away, “Or don’t I count for anything?”

Brandon stared at him. “That’s not what I meant,” he offered, “I’m sorry. I don’t mind if you know. You’re the only one I really trust, I mean, I figured YOU wouldn’t make fun of me and stuff since ... well ...”

Logan’s strange, pale eyes were pleading. Brandon saw that most of the color was gone from them. He had never seen that before. He phrased his reply carefully. “Since you got made fun of so much over the enema thing, and well, shit! Logan, you’re the first one I jacked off with. You’re the ONLY one I ever sucked off with. I thought you’d understand.” Then, unable to face his friend, Brandon turned away.

“Thanks,” Logan replied after a moment, “I think.”

“Just come with me today, please,” Brandon pleaded, his voice full of fear.

“You think it’s gonna hurt?”

Brandon nodded.

They did not speak of it for the rest of the morning, both of them watching TV and playing video games until lunch, which Brandon couldn’t have. Although Logan was almost ready to cum in his own shorts, he resisted the urge to go the bathroom and jack off. It didn’t seem fair that his friend couldn’t.

When noon came, Logan helped him dress and zipped the detachable legs onto Brandon’s cargo shorts, hiding his urine bag. With a very wobbly gait, they made it down the stairs to where Lois was waiting with the van.

The Doctor’s office was the same. Brandon’s empty stomach rolled as he checked in. His mother had left him the insurance card, and gone on to shop at Brandon’s request. He simply could not stand to have her there to see it. He and Logan sat next to each other, reading a PC Gamer magazine. To their surprise, at 12:40, Brandon was called in. He leaned heavily on Logan as they made their way to exam room 2. The same nurse as before smiled at them, took Brandon’s vitals after he had stripped to his boxers, and oddly, didn’t ask Logan to leave. Brandon’s face was flaming at being seen with the lower third of his urine bag exposed below his boxers leg. When the nurse left, he sighed. Logan laughed. “Dude, she’s a nurse. She’s seen it all.”

Brandon shook his head. “I hate this,” he said lowly, glancing at the shower / toilet area.

“That where he gave ya the enemas?” Logan asked.

Brandon nodded. “Weird, man. Real weird.”

“I know,” Logan replied, “Who you think taught my folks how to do it to me at home?”

Brandon seemed lost in thought, remembering the feel of the hot water, the cramps, and finally the butt plug. He then thought of how good he had felt when it was over. “So, uh, Logan - tell me - do you LIKE it? Cause, uh, I think I did.”

Logan could hardly believe his ears. The thought of it, of visualizing Brandon naked on the enema bench in the next room, made him so desperately want to jack off. He looked at Brandon, but Brandon was staring into the next room. “Yea, I do, actually. I hated it at first, but after the first few times, I got used to it. You even look forward to it after a while.” Then he had another thought - of he and Brandon BOTH naked on the bench, seeing who could take it the longest. His dreams were interrupted, however, by the Doctor.

“Hello, Brandon! Ready to get those stitches out?” He paused, seeing Logan off to the side of the exam table. “Well, hello, Logan! Didn’t I just check you out a few days ago?”

“Hi, Doc,” Logan replied, “I came to help Brandon.”

“I see,” the Doctor replied, “So, how are we doing?”

“‘We’ feel like hell,” Brandon replied. “Do we HAVE to do this?” he asked.

“Yes, Brandon. We have to. There’s no help for it. If you want your plumbing to heal up right, then we have to. Otherwise, you could wear that tube for rest of your life if you like.”

“OK,” Brandon agreed, pulling off his boxers, “Am I gonna get an enema this time?” he suddenly asked, his eyes wide. Logan gasped.

“No,” the Doctor replied firmly, “no time. I’m sure you’d like one, but we’d run over time and besides, Logan would no doubt want one too. By the way, Logan, everything moving along fine - shall we say - now that you’re getting washed out once a week at home?”

“ONCE a WEEK?” Brandon interjected, his eyes wide and his jaw open.

Logan blushed. “Yes, sir,” he replied meekly.

“Logan has bad bowel habits, Brandon,” the Doctor replied, “He clogs easily. Now, for you. Lay back. I’m going to detach the cath and take it out slowly. It may burn a bit. Whatever you do, DO NOT try to pee! Hold it. I’ll then insert a sound to open you up better. After that, we rinse. Then a new cath, and off you go. Got it?”

Brandon nodded. He was beginning to shake. “Oh, one of those,” the Doctor sighed, “hang on.” He then went to his cabinet and rooted around a bit. He came back with rubber gloves, a tray, and a bullet sized pill in one hand. “On your stomach,” he ordered.

“Why?” Brandon asked, startled.

“Suppository sedative. Works faster, and you need to relax!” the Doctor retorted.

Logan watched, his heart hammering. The Doctor squeezed some KY Jelly onto his gloved hand, and inserted a finger into Brandon’s butt. He moved it slowly, and Brandon moaned. He then withdrew the finger, set the pill into place, and pushed it in as far as he could. Brandon groaned. Logan, once again, was so hard that he hurt; his hands were also shaking. Within minutes, the Doctor had Brandon roll back over onto his back. His eyes were getting glassy. He then inserted a needle of some kind into the short, lower tube of Brandon’s cath and deflated the balloon that was up in the boy’s bladder. Very slowly, the cath slid out. Brandon moaned and made a face, but he didn’t cry out. Logan watched in fascination as the Doctor discarded it all. “Don’t pee!” he reminded the patient.

“Uhh, OK, “Brandon sighed.

He then changed gloves, and one by one, removed the stitches from Brandon’s shaft. It was just too much to watch, Brandon’s once unique dick being displayed in its altered state as it was. Unable to hold it any longer, Logan ran to the bathroom. He simply could not take it anymore. He went into the bathroom and yanked down his shorts and tight briefs. His hard boy dick, once freed from the snug briefs that he liked to wear, slapped him on the tummy. Logan grabbed his dick with his right hand. He was so worked up he knew he would not last long. He just had to cum. He pumped his hand up and down his hard shaft. He grabbed his balls with his left hand and closed his eyes. A moan escaped his lips as he felt his balls start to pull up. He stretched out his scrotum and felt the empty ball bag and a picture of himself castrated - like Brandon - came into his mind.

Then it hit him.

Logan shot five large ropes of boy cream all over the bathroom wall. He opened his eyes and saw his white goo drip down the wall and land with a little splat sound on the floor; he was a bit stunned at the amount of discharge. He grabbed a handful of toilet paper and first cleaned off his dick, then the wall and floor. After his cum was cleaned up, he sat down on the toilet and took a piss. He flushed, washed his hands and face, then went back out to see what the doctor was now doing to his best and cutest friend. When he returned, the Doctor was just finishing up on removing Brandon’s scrotal stitches. “Healed nicely,” he commented. He then turned to look at Logan. “He’s lucky to have a friend like you, and NO, I don’t buy it for a minute, Logan! Spray it with disinfectant and try to get settled down!”

Logan’s face flamed and he grinned. “Sorry,” he offered.

The Doctor smiled. “I was young once,” he replied, wiping some Betadyne on Brandon’s empty scrotum. Brandon seemed to not care, the sedative up in his bowels having relaxed him to the point of idiocy. The Doctor then picked up a sounding rod. Logan returned in time to see him injecting Brandon’s limp penis with lubricant, and applying some to the sound. He gasped. “Man, you gonna run that up IN him?” he asked in fascination, thinking for all the world like it looked as if the Doctor was going to impale Brandon with what looked like a BBQ grilling spit.

The Doctor nodded, taking Brandon’s limp member in his other hand. He carefully inserted the rod, which looked far too large to Logan, and began to insert it. As it went in, Brandon seemed to come to his senses a bit. “Wh-what’s that?” he asked, “m-my dick ... feels funny.”

“This is the sound to open up your urethra, Brandon. Hold still,” the Doctor replied. He continued to push it in slowly. Logan could only stare, his eyes wide. When the sound was only a few inches in, Brandon cried, “Please stop!”

“I can’t,” the Doctor replied. Logan moved to Brandon’s side and held his hand. He kept staring, his own penis hard again. The sound went in slowly, and despite the sedative, Brandon cried out. Very slowly, the Doctor turned it, then began to withdraw it. “It huuuuurts,” Brandon moaned, his grip on Logan’s hand tightening.

Finally, the sound was out. The Doctor dropped it into the tray and quickly picked up another tube, already attached to a bottle. It looked to Logan like a small enema bottle, and his heart raced again. Quickly, the Doctor lubed and inserted the tube up into Brandon’s now semi-hard penis. He noted that the circumcision stitches had held, and that it had also healed nicely. Once the tube was in past Brandon’s penis and well into him, but not yet into his bladder, the Doctor raised the bag and put pressure on it. He waited for a moment for Brandon’s pending erection to subside. “OK, Brandon, now pee!” he ordered. Brandon tried, but the Doctor squeezed the bag, emptying it’s contents up into the boy’s bladder. Brandon gasped, his eyes growing wide, as he felt like he had to go like he had never felt before. He felt like his penis was going to explode, but he could not pee. “Please,” he begged, his eyes tearing up.

The Doctor quickly grabbed up a small urinal, and let the irrigation tube slide out. In one movement, he moved the irrigation tube out of the way and put the urinal over Brandon’s penis as the boy let go. Without the tube, the sterilizing solution burned his raw urethra and he screamed, his grip crushing Logan’s hand. Logan moved to hold his head down, still gripping his hand. “Normally I’d had given you something for pain, Brandon, but hopefully this will teach you to take better care of yourself.” the Doctor said flatly. He waited until Brandon had emptied his bladder, then changed gloves and fetched a larger Foley catheter. He noted that the pain of the discharge had made Brandon fully hard. It also reminded him to call for the nurse to come and draw blood, so that the eunuch’s hormone levels could be tested. He was not, however, ready to put Brandon on hormone replacement. Not yet.

He then seemed to change his mind. He sat the catheter back in the tray, and began to relube his gloved finger. “Brandon,” he said matter-of-factly, “I need to pull another semen sample for testing on hormone levels. Then we’ll take some blood. You remember the last time when I asked if you could jack off for me?”

Brandon nodded, a tear escaping his left eye. His face was red, whether from embarrassment or crying, Logan could not tell. He felt a pang in the pit of his stomach; although what he was watching his best buddy go through was tearing at his heart, it was also making him aroused. The Doctor continued his explanation. “Now, after all you’ve been through so far, and the fact that the suppository is making you so relaxed, I don’t think you can do it, can you?”

Brandon shook his head, his eyes clenched shut.

“Alright, then, I’m going to have to do the finger again. Just lay there and be calm, it’ll be over soon enough,” the Doctor advised.

Logan’s heart was racing again and his dick throbbing - despite his recent ejaculation - as he watched the Doctor slide his finger up into Brandon’s asshole. Brandon groaned a bit as the Doctor searched for the small rubbery disk that would trigger the young eunuch to shoot. Logan wanted badly to offer his services to help Brandon get off, but he didn’t dare. He didn’t know whether or not to think that their mutual physician might already suspect it, but he couldn’t take the risk. What if he didn’t? What if he got mad? He would tell their parents for sure, and Logan just sat there, unable to gamble so much.

He watched as Brandon squirmed a bit while the Doctor manipulated his prostate. His healed up and “normal looking” dick slowly came to attention, standing up to its full length. Logan was glad to see that that was undiminished. He was also glad to see Brandon re-harden so quickly. Fascinated, and not really sure if he knew how to do it right himself, Logan watched as a few drops of precum came to the exposed tip of his friend’s dick. It seemed to take forever. The Doctor moved his finger methodically, then ordered Logan to hold a specimen cup over the tip of Brandon’s dick. Logan nearly choked, but did as he was told. Brandon sighed heavily, then gasped. His eyes popped open as he shot once, then twice. Logan moved the cup fast, and caught it all. There was a delay, and Brandon shot a third time, although not much came out on that try. He didn’t shoot again, yet the Doctor continued to massage at him. “I’m done,” he said weakly, his limbs trembling.

The Doctor nodded and pulled out of him. Logan was sweating by then, his hand shaking as he looked into the cup. What he saw was thin and watery and not nearly as colored or thick as his own discharge had been. He could avidly compare, since he had just cleaned up his own mess in the bathroom. There was also a small streak of blood in the watery ejaculate. Then the nurse came in to draw blood. Logan handed the Doctor the cup; neither he nor Brandon could watch the needle being poked into the eunuch’s vein. Then it was over and she left with both samples.

“Alright, then. Let’s get you recath’d, Brandon, and you can go home,” the Doctor said.

Brandon begged not to be recath’d, but their Doctor insisted, saying he needed two more weeks and the catheter would be out just in time for team tryouts. “I still have a lot more physicals to do too,” he mentioned, preparing the catheter, “and I hope I don’t find any more boys that are in as bad a shape as you were!”

Brandon nodded. “Me neither,” he retorted sourly.

Logan watched in fascination as the seemingly too large catheter was lubed and inserted into his friend’s penis. It just barely fit into the opening. Slowly, it went in and in, and when it stopped, the Doctor ordered Brandon, who was sweating and shaking, to take a deep breath. When he did, the catheter slid in further. A small amount of urine, with only a few streaks of blood, flowed out to the shutoff clamp. The Doctor then inflated the balloon via the small secondary tube, and let it seat itself. Brandon was gasping as the nurse came to mercifully give him a shot of painkiller. The Doctor then attached the newer, larger catheter - which literally stretched the opening of Brandon’s urethra - to the new leg-bag and let him rest for a while. He motioned Logan aside.

“It’s highly unusual for me to give orders to a friend, especially in this case, but I’m going to tell you and write it down too. He takes the antibiotics for another two weeks. The catheter comes out in two weeks, and for NO reason does it come out early! Like I said, he’s lucky to have a friend like you, Logan. Take care of him. He’s already shown us he wont’ take care of himself. That’s how he wound up in this mess. I want him up and around by tomorrow, when he’s awake. No more pain pills. He needs to eat. Get him up and moving. Nothing too strenuous, but something. Maybe clamp off the cath and take him swimming in a heavily chlorinated pool, a good walk, something. No biking though. No bladeing, no boarding. I don’t want him back in school for one more week. He can go back then. Just keep him occupied and don’t let him get depressed. His hormones are going to fall down fast now, Logan. Watch him for depression. If he cries a lot, or gets moody and quiet, tell someone and try to perk him back up. Do what you have to do. Got it?”

Logan nodded. “Is he gonna be OK?” he asked tensely.

“Only time will tell. Physically, yes. Mentally? Who knows?”

Logan’s eyes then teared up. Watching his friend suffer had hurt him, but it had also gotten him aroused. He wasn’t sure how he felt, but he hated how he was feeling inside and he hated to see his only REAL friend suffering.

“I’m surprised he told you, much less kept you around during this, Logan. He was very upset when we gave him the news.”

Logan nodded again. “Cutting his balls off really messed him up, I think.”

“Well, that, and for the time being, he’s incompetent. The drugs are going to make him drowsy, but one side affect is talking. He’s likely to babble unless we put him totally out, and we don’t want to do that. Just be careful, because right now he can’t lie,” the Doctor cautioned, “Now, you ARE alright, you said?”

“Yes, sir,” Logan replied, staring up at the Doctor, wondering what he was getting at.

“Just making sure. If you don’t feel good, Logan, you know you can increase the frequency or the amount of soap anytime.” He winked.

Logan flushed. “I know,” he said, “I DO feel better now.”

“Death begins in the colon, my boy,” the Doctor answered, “Now, go find us a wheelchair. Once we get Brandon dressed, we’ll roll him out to Lois’ van and you can take him home.”

Once Logan returned with the wheelchair, he and the Doctor slowly got Brandon dressed. Logan made sure the leg-bag hung right and smoothed Brandon’s hair, trying to make his friend halfway presentable. Brandon moaned and muttered, but not much of it was intelligible. Once he was safely in the wheelchair, the Doctor asked him, “Brandon, does it hurt?”

“N-not much.”

“What are you doing to do now when you get home?”

“S-sleeeeep.”

“Good,” the Doctor replied, “who’s going to help you?”

“Logan.”

Brandon’s eyes were glassy and half shut. A small bit of saliva ran from the corner of his mouth. The Doctor wiped it away and handed Logan a tissue. “Watch that,” he advised.

Logan nodded and rolled his semi-conscious friend out to the awaiting van. Lois helped load her semi-conscious son and belted him in. She left Logan with him and went in to pay the co-payment and consult with the Doctor. As the boys sat in the van, Logan leaned over the armrest near to Brandon’s ear and whispered, “You want me to stay?”

“Uh-huh,” Brandon agreed.

“Why?”

“T-take care of m-me.”

“That musta been good stuff she shot you up with,” Logan observed.

“Yeaaaaaa,” Brandon agreed, his head nodding and dumb grin on his face, “It was some pretty good shit, man.”

Logan summoned up his courage then. Brandon was so drugged up, chances were he wouldn’t remember it. The Doctor said he was incompetent, though, and that he couldn’t lie because of the drugs. Logan took a deep breath, and took Brandon’s limp hand in his own. He bent closer to his friend’s ear, feeling terrible pangs of fear, regret, and sympathy all at once. His small red lips brushed the tip of Brandon’s ear and he whispered, “I’m sorry you had to go through this but I’m here, Brandon. I want to tell you something.”

“Ohh - K,” Brandon slurred, his eyes sliding shut.

Logan gritted his teeth and breathed. “I love you, Brandon.”

Brandon’s reply was instant, however.

“L-love you, L-logan. Pl-please don’t ... D-don...” but Brandon had fallen asleep.

Logan held his friend’s hand all the way home while Lois concentrated on driving. She couldn’t see them behind the sack of groceries she had just bought anyway, and besides, she was also too busy cursing and waving her finger at other drivers. By the time they arrived at Brandon’s house, Logan was desperately wishing that the nurse had shot him up as well!

“C’mon, honey, move the other foot, that’s it,” Lois prompted. Logan was holding the door open with one hand, and the bag of groceries in the other as Brandon’s mom tried to get her near insensate son into the house. It took about half a minute for his fogged brain to process the walking commands, and it was slow going. Logan was giggling when they finally got him onto the couch, finding the stairs to Brandon’s room totally out of the question. They left him there, his even breathing telling them that he was asleep. Then they went into the kitchen and laughed their asses off. They were both in tears by the time they got to the sack of food, and Lois decided to fix dinner. “Call your mother,” she told Logan, still snickering, “and ask if you can stay the night. It’s Saturday tomorrow, so there’s no point in taking you home. Besides, when Frank gets home it would be nice to have someone to eat with who’s a nice boy for a change. That and we could use your help with Brandon.”

Logan nodded and did as he was told. His mother was all to happy to let him stay, asking if he needed clothes or anything. Since Logan was almost the same size as Brandon, he said he just borrow something of his if he needed it. He hung up the phone and turned back to Lois. “She said OK. Ma’am,” he asked shyly, “What did you mean about being nice for a change?”

Lois paused her assault on a block of ground beef for a moment and sighed. “I didn’t mean it THAT way, Logan. It’s just that Brandon is so moody, so distant. Must be puberty, I guess. Boys getting older, not as lovey as they used to be. It hurts a mom just a bit when her child seems so ... well ... how do I say it? Oh, hell. Brandon’s been a real ass lately.”

Logan gaped at her, his jaw open and his eyes shifting color from blue specked to gray. Lois caught it. “What odd eyes you have, Logan!” she noted, “They changed color!” She wiped her hands and took his smooth chin in her grip and stared into those eyes. Flecks of blue and green shifted here and there, and the pupils dilated. Then, without warning, she kissed him, a hard peck, on the lips. “You’re such a CUTE little boy!” she told him. Logan blushed. Although he was used to affection at home, and a great deal of it, Lois had embarrassed him. Your best friend’s mom was - after all - his mom ...

Logan looked down at his feet, shifting his dark blue Vans sneakers back and forth. “Thanks, I think,” he replied.

“Oh but you ARE,” she continued, “I wish Brandon were more affectionate.”

Without thinking, he said it.

“He is, in his own way.”

She stared at him, then went back to her hamburger. “Hand me that block of cheese. We’re having a lasagna, and a lot of it.” He did that. “Now, go up to Brandon’s room and jack off or something, just stay the hell out of my kitchen!”

He did that as well.

Brandon slept until dinner was nearly ready, and Logan had to shake him awake. It took a while, but once he was up and conscious and smelled food, his brain seemed to begin to work again. With halting movements and Logan’s help, he made his way to the table. His mom and dad were waiting on him. His eyes widened when he saw the lasagna, and he smiled.

“Feel better?” Frank asked, having come home from work while Brandon was out and Logan was ... occupied.

“Oh for God’s sake, dear, not at the table!” Lois requested.

“We’ll talk about it later then, son,” he said.

They both ate more than was probably good for them, and after dinner, Logan offered to help with the dishes. Lois, however, refused. “That’s what a dishwasher is for, dear,” she replied, “Why don’t you two plant yourselves in front of the TV for a while? Frank and I need to talk, and well, if it’s OK with you, I mean, since you’re going to be staying, we might run out for a bit of dessert, you know and be back later.”

Several ideas shot through Logan’s mind just then, and he nodded.

“Sounds good to me,” Brandon agreed, but his eyes were drooping again. The residual drugs, perhaps, or a belly full of warm solid food, was making him drowsy again. The pair made their way back to the family room, and Logan deposited Brandon on the floor in front of the projection TV and turned it on. They channel surfed for a bit, until Lois stuck her head around to tell them that they were leaving. Logan waved. “Have fun, mom,” Brandon said, smiling as well. Lois stared at him for a moment, then returned the smile. “No roughhousing,” she ordered, “and no porn channels. Frank always forgets to lock those out and the damn thing’s beyond me.” The boys listened as the car backed out the drive. Logan got up and locked the door.

When he returned, his eyes were green and sparkling. “So, buddy, how much of it do you remember? You were OUT of it, man!”

“Every damn bit of it,” Brandon replied, yawning, “How would you like to have the insides of your dick ripped out and then pumped full of battery acid?”

Logan thought for a moment and grinned.

“Pervert,” Brandon accused. Then he laughed, and winced. “It wasn’t fun, dude!”

“It looked painful,” Logan agreed, “You should have seen me the first time I got an enema.”

Brandon propped his head up on his crooked arm and grinned. Logan stared at his sun-bleached brown hair, short and blended down to the tips of his ears where it was shaved down to almost nothing in the back ... “Tell me about it, Waterboy!” Brandon suddenly demanded.

Logan blinked.

“Humor me, man, I’m sick. Besides, I know how it feels now.”

“You know, I don’t mind when YOU call me that,” he said softly. “Anyway, it was about two years ago, I think. I was like 12 or so, I forget. I was constipated and I hurt. I didn’t wanna tell anyone ‘cause I knew they give me a laxative. I hate that shit.”

“Green bottle?” Brandon asked.

Logan nodded, his pale hair flopping over his eyes. He pushed it back. “You sit on the pot all damn DAY! Anyway, they found me out. I was holding my gut and my mom saw it. She called the Doc. Said to bring me in at once, he had a slow day. I was scared shitless, man. You don’t go to the Doc for a bellyache. When we got there, he told me to go to the shower room and get naked. Mom was watching - I thought I was gonna die from embarrassment.”

“Why you think I didn’t want MY mom watching me like this?” Brandon agreed.

“When I got in there, he felt me all over. He said somethin’ like, ‘well, he’s plugged up it seems, and hates the green bottle stuff? OK, well we can try something new on him. When I was a boy, they used enemas a lot. You know what enemas are, Logan?’ I shook my head, hell, I didn’t know then. Then he brings in this red bag and a white hose with a weird nozzle on it. Says he’s gonna stick it in my butt, like a thermometer, only it was gonna fill me up with hot, soapy water and make me go - clean me out. Well, I cried. I begged mom not to let him do it, but she just smiled and stood there and shook her head. It was awful, dude. He fills up this red bag, and you can smell the coconut soap. He puts the hose on it and hangs it up over my head where I can see it. This white tube is running down from it, and he lubes up his glove, lubes up the hose, then lubes up my hole.”

“I know,” Brandon commented, kicking off his sandals. Logan joined him on the floor, kicking off his Vans as well. The TV went ignored.

Logan could feel his dick getting hard again, and despite having jacked off in Brandon’s room earlier, he was definitely needing another fix. “Then he slides this nozzle up inside of me. I didn’t think it was gonna go. He said it was a plug nozzle, so I couldn’t leak. I had no clue what was gonna happen to me. Once it’s in, it like ‘fits’ in there. It felt good, and I got hard. I didn’t have much then, hell maybe 2 inches, but once it was in me, I knew I liked it.” Logan’s face flushed and he looked at the TV. Brandon’s hand on his own brought him back to the story.

“Then he opens the clip on the hose up, and I feel this hot water going up in me. He tilts the bench back, and starts rubbing my belly, saying he has to get the water up inside of me far as he can. It was weird, man. The bag flattened out, and I knew the water was UP inside of me. I started gettin’ hot from it. Mom just watched, and messed with my hair and held my hand. It was like half done when I cramped up. I was crying, but they wouldn’t let me up. I thought my guts were gonna blow by the time the bag was empty! I was all swelled up like I swallowed a soccer ball, and then he says I have to wait for 4 minutes for it to work!”

“Dude, I cramped up too. I thought I was being knifed in the guts!” Brandon agreed.

“When he finally let me go, it was a mess. I thought it was all over, but then he makes me take a shower and get back on the bench! He couldn’t believe what it knocked outta me, he said, and then he gave me another one of salt water to clean out the soap!”

“Me too.”

Logan continued. “When I got done with that and cleaned up, he told my mom to bring me back in two weeks. He did it to me again. He said I should have one once a month, given my record for getting clogged up. So, once a month, I got it. Mom learned to do it at home, and on the last Friday of the month after school for like 2 years, she gave me one with soap and one with a salt water rinse out.”

“When did you start to LIKE it?” Brandon asked flatly.

Logan thought for a moment. “I think after the sixth time, maybe? I started thinking since I felt good afterwards, that well, it felt good going in and I might ... you know ...”

“Like things in the ass?” Brandon supplied.

Logan’s face flamed again, his dick pressing out on his shorts. Brandon noticed it. “You’re hard!” he pointed out.

“Are YOU?” Logan asked. Brandon shook his head.

“Haven’t been much since this all happened,” he said dejectedly.

“Well, I got to thinking there was something wrong with me. I mean, who’d get turned on by soapy water and a hose in the ass?” Logan asked, looking away again. It was clear that Brandon didn’t remember what he had said on the ride home. Logan was almost grateful.

“I don’t think there is, buddy, really. I, uh, kinda liked it too.”

Logan jerked his head back and met Brandon’s gaze.

“Well think about it, man. Us and the gang, well, you wonder how many boys get together and jack off, or jack each other?” Brandon asked.

Logan didn’t answer. “I read somewhere where it’s normal behavior,” he offered.

Brandon looked back down at Logan’s crotch. “Dude, you better do something about that before it tears out your zipper!”

“I don’t know, I mean, since you can’t ...”

But Brandon interrupted him. “I know, I can’t because of the catheter. Besides, I’m only about half hard anyway and it might hurt if I mess with it. Is it time for my pain pill yet, ‘cause this damn tube’s startin’ to burn a little.” Logan looked at his watch. “Close enough I guess, I’ll go get it.”

His socked feet made no sound on the floor as he went to get the pill. Brandon slowly took off his long sleeved black T shirt and threw it at the couch. He watched the door as Logan came back with 2 cans of soda. His eyes were fixed on those white socks and the bare legs above them. Although Logan was pale, he tanned well in the summer months - after the first burn of the year had healed - and his body was still almost totally hairless. He watched as the white socks stopped in front of him. “Here,” Logan offered. Brandon swallowed the pill along with half the can of pop and burped loudly. Not to be outdone, Logan did the same thing. They both found that incredibly funny.

Logan stared at his friend and realized that his shirt was off. He just stared, not sure what to say. It was on the tip of his tongue, and he wanted to. Subconsciously, he employed his best weapon. He asked, “You remember last week?” He then widened his shifting blue/gray eyes and sighed, bowing his head.

“Dammit,” Brandon thought, “he sighed!” He felt his heart beating harder, and his dick stirred. It didn’t feel too good, but he was defenseless - again. “Last week, when we - uh - did THAT, you mean?”

“We only did it once. And I know you hated it,” Logan responded.

“It was different,” Brandon offered.

Logan nodded.

There was an awkward moment of silence, then Logan peeled his orange T off. As they usually did, or when the others were there, they would start with taking the shirts off. Eventually, the pants would go, but Logan was unsure how to proceed. It was Brandon who broke the ice, laying a hand on Logan’s thigh - and leaving it there.

“You’d think we didn’t know each other,” he said, “this is nuts. Shit, Logan, you know you always get what you want when you sigh and look like that! Look, man, I can’t get jacked off with this stupid-ass tube stuck up my dick for two more weeks, but that’s no reason for YOU to suffer too. Just take your shorts off, Logan.”

Logan’s first thought was how much he had shot at the Doctor’s office, and then how much he had shot in Brandon’s room just hours ago. It had been less, but what about Brandon? Why was he offering? He didn’t want to the first time they had tried it, but he had gone through with it nonetheless. Logan remembered tasting Brandon when he came that one time, and since Brandon had never mentioned it again, he thought that that had been it. He’d just assumed that Brandon had hated it, not liking the idea of cum fired into his mouth. It had been so different from just jacking off, or jacking each other off. Having your friend’s dick in your mouth was a LOT different than having it in your hand. At first, he had worried that taking their whack-off sessions to the next logical step might have destroyed their friendship, but he had been wrong. He had been so wrong. Slowly, Brandon reached for his button and zipper. Brandon’s voice quaked as he said, “You been good to me, Logan. You helped me, and you didn’t make fun of me. You’re here now, and I owe you for that. I guess ... I guess it’s time to make some adaptations here.” He slowly slid Logan’s pants down, exposing his tight, white briefs.

Then he laughed. “No wonder it’s so little, dude!”

“I like tight shorts. I dunno how YOU wear boxers!” Logan protested, but Brandon was working those tight shorts off as well. Logan shook them off as they were pulled down, and watched as Brandon slowly began to rub his stiff and aching dick ...

Logan's cock was rock hard. He could feel Brandon's warm hand slowly pump his hand up and down his tool. Logan looked down and watched as Brandon leaned forward and took his balls into his mouth. Logan moaned out loud as he felt the warmth of Brandon’s mouth on his balls. Brandon sucked first on the right ball then the left one. As Brandon sucked on Logan’s left nut, he got up onto his knees and used his hands to pull down his shorts and boxers in one motion. He then sat back down and took Logan’s right ball back into his mouth. He pulled his shorts and boxers the rest of the way off, his half hard boy cock swinging around. Logan saw Brandon’s dick and empty ball bag, and he saw his own dick give a large lurch and a large drop of pre-cum dripped out and landed on Brandon’s cheek. Brandon felt the drop and let go of Logan’s nut. He used a finger to swipe away the pre-cum and sucked it into his mouth. He looked up at Logan and smiled. Logan smiled back at him. Brandon took hold of Logan’s tool once again in his hand and bent it downward. He leaned a bit forward again and this time took Logan’s 4 inches into his mouth. At first he sucked in too much and he gagged, but soon he controlled his gag reflex and his head started to bob up and down on the now mega-hard boy cock. Logan could not believe the feeling in, on, and around his cock. He thought Brandon was going to suck his balls out through his dick. Logan closed his eyes and started to move his hips. He started to fuck Brandon’s mouth, and he took hold of Brandons head. He ran his fingers through Brandons hair. Logan could not believe the feelings. It hadn’t been like this the first and only time. Brandon felt Logan take hold of his head and just held his head still as his best friend fucked his face. He used his tongue to rub the underside of Logan’s cock head, making sure to hit that special spot to make it feel extra good. Brandon’s own penis was still only half hard and Brandon felt a bit of pain as his dick tried to get even harder. But because of the catheter it could not get fully hard. Brandon took hold of Logan’s balls in his right hand and started to feel up his friends low hanging balls. He almost teared up as he remembered feeling up his own balls that he would never feel again. He heard Logan moan again and felt his friend speed up his thrusting, and he knew his mate would pop soon. Brandon decided to take a risk and with his left hand index finger he started to rub around Logan’s boy pussy hole. That was too much for Logan and he blew his load into Brandons mouth. Brandon felt the first blast hit the back of his throat and he had to swallow it so he could pull back a bit to catch the rest of his friend’s load. Unlike the first time, when he’d hesitated, Brandon didn’t even think. He just swallowed that first shot. Blast after blast of teen seed filled Brandon’s mouth. After his orgasm ended, Brandon let Logan pull his now half hard tool from his mouth. Logan sat down on the floor next to Brandon. Brandon leaned towards Logan and the boys kissed a deep kiss. Brandon fed Logan some of his own cum, and both boys swallowed at the same time. As Logan pulled away from Brandon, a small little string of cum connected there lips together until it broke and both boys used their tongues to lick it up off there own lips.

Logan picked up all their clothes and ran upstairs, then came down again still naked. He had to help Brandon up the stairs. Brandon wanted another shower, so the boys went into the bathroom. Brandon sat down on the little stool in the bathtub and since he was still naked, Logan joined him in the shower. Brandon sat on the stool while Logan washed him from head to toe. Brandon could not remember when he felt so clean. Logan then washed himself quickly. He got out and dried off, then helped Brandon out of the bath and to dry off also. The boys then went into Brandon’s room. Logan borrowed a pair of Brandons boxers, and both boys now dressed only in those boxers lay down on the bed. After Logan switched the catheter tube from the bag to the bottle, he lay down next to his friend. The boys hugged and as they drifted off to sleep, both were thinking the same thing - “I want to tell him.” Exhausted yet overcome by emotions that neither of them were sure how to deal with, they said it in unison, both of their faces flaming.

“I love you.”

When Lois checked in on them later that night upon returning home, she saw by the dim light of the screen saver on Brandon’s computer that they were asleep together. Brandon was flat on his back, his torso uncovered almost to the waist. Logan was rolled on his side, and one arm was lain across Brandon’s bare chest. His pale blonde head was resting on Brandon’s shoulder. Brandon’s eyes were darting and forth as he dreamed, and Logan’s chest barely moved as he slept deeply. “Isn’t that just adorable,” Lois whispered to herself, and softly closed the door.

-5-

Realizations & Exposures

For the next two weeks, Logan & Brandon settled into a routine. Each morning, Logan came by and had breakfast with him. He would pick up Brandon’s schoolwork, sneak a bit of affection when Lois had her back turned, and head off to school. He would usually not give in to the urge to stop and jack off along the way. One close call with Mrs. Ferrinni, who lived three blocks from Brandon’s house, had broken him of that habit and destroyed her prized azaleas. He would then race back to Brandon’s house after the last bell, have a snack and deliver his schoolwork, and sneak whatever more they could get away with. Usually this consisted of nothing more than a chaste kiss or some sneaked touching under the table. The next day, the routine would begin anew. Although he was up and slowly moving around and getting back to feeling better, in fact, better than he had felt in a while, Brandon begged off going back to school for the last week of his convalescence. It had been Logan’s brilliant idea of feigning antibiotic side affects to achieve this. Logan spent the weekends at Brandon’s house, but Lois & Frank didn’t give them much chance for anything and both boys were too frightened of making noise and attracting attention to attempt anything. Logan was glad to see his friend looking better, and not limping about like an 80-year-old. It looked as if Brandon were finally on the mend.

He was also confused yet elated about the new emotions he was experiencing. At 14, he wasn’t sure what to make of it. He’d never thought much about sexuality, other than the fact that he had been whacking off for almost 2 years and that he enjoyed the anal stimulation that he received on a weekly basis from his enema therapy. With a slow anxiety that slowly sneaked up on him over the latter 3 weeks of Brandon’s incapacitation, Logan realized that he was gay and that he was head-over-heels in love with Brandon - a boy who had been his best and only real friend since Kindergarten. He was also afraid. Afraid that someone would find out, afraid that something happen to Brandon, afraid that something would go wrong. Music and TV were filled with relationships that died in some way or another, but Logan found that it was different when one actually cared so deeply for another person. Brandon had been put through so much so quickly. What if he were only acting this way because of what he was going through? What if he got depressed? What if ... what if ...

Finally, on the day that Brandon was to get his catheter out, the pressure simply got to be too much for Logan. Again, Brandon had asked Logan to go with him and he had hastily agreed. But what if the Doctor caught on? It wasn’t normal for a boy to be escorted by his friends to a visit at the Doc for something this major ... what if ... what if ... it kept racing through his mind. Thursday night, Logan couldn’t sleep. Friday afternoon was the appointment with Brandon, but how was he going to get out of school? Would his mom buy the ‘help’ excuse again? She didn’t even know what was wrong with his friend. Around 1AM, Logan ran to the bathroom and puked his socks up. He was flat on the floor on his back, naked, shaking and crying and gasping for breath. He was holding his chest, and he was incoherent. His ragged breathing was so labored that he couldn’t even talk. It was only his father’s visit to the toilet at about 1:30AM that saved him.

Of course, they had been through it before. Logan was a high-strung boy, and it was nearing the end of school. Finals, soccer coming up, Brandon’s illness ... it was not the first anxiety attack that he had had in his short life, but it was certainly the worst. Fortunately, his father was ready to deal with it. A few hits off of an Albuterol inhaler, some Tylenol and a suppository sedative were the usual. Very calmly (outwardly) he got Logan to inhale the vile tasting mist, and then rolled the boy over onto his stomach. It helped matters a great deal that Logan was not modest (nor was his father) and that he was also used to having enema tubes, thermometers and suppositories inserted into his rectum on a regular basis. It didn’t take much to get the bullet shaped pill up into Logan. His father simply put a bit of Vaseline on his finger and inserted it as far as he could; he was practiced at it, after all. Logan seemed to breath a sigh of relief when he withdrew his finger and went to wash off. And within a few moments, as he cleaned up the boy from his puking spell, Logan became limp and his breathing eased substantially. His eyes drooped, and Logan was carried naked back to bed like a helpless toddler. His father then tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and quietly left the room. He also put in a call to the Doc, who suggested, in a sleepy voice, to have Lois bring him in at the same time with Brandon the following day. It was a grand plan, and that in itself would have put Logan at ease without the pharmaceutical intervention. Wearily, Logan’s father went back to bed, happy that he didn’t have the pressures of being a boy to live through again. His wife mumbled at him when he returned, “What was all the commotion, dear?”

“YOUR son seized up and erupted again,” he replied.

“Bad?” she asked groggily.

“No, this time he actually HIT the bathtub. It’s a bigger target.”

***

Brandon stood staring down at the still form of his best friend. Logan’s pale hair was spilled down across his face as he lay on his side. One eye was half open, and he had the blanket pulled up to his chin. His face was pale, and Brandon could see the blue/green veins just under the surface of the skin. Were it not for the small whistle that Logan’s left sinus made when he breathed, he could have been mistaken for dead - unless one touched him. Brandon did that, running a hand slowly from the sleeping boy’s ear, down the jawline to his smooth chin. His fingers lingered there for a moment, and he felt a stirring in his crotch. Logan’s skin was smooth and warm, and Brandon loved the feel of it. He wasn’t hard, but it was certainly trying. He shifted his leg, trying to get the damn catheter to situate right. Today was the last day for it, and it wouldn’t be long until the annoying thing was out.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, just watching Logan sleep. His own mother had told him that they were going to stop and pick up Logan to take him with them, as he had had an attack of some kind the night before and that the Doctor wanted to see him too. Since Brandon’s appointment was a simple one, he had had ample time to see Logan as well. Brandon, of course, had nearly gone into hysterics and wanted to go straight to his friend first, but his mother Lois had assured him that his friend was fine, sedated, and needed the extra few hours of sleep. Brandon had accepted that, breathed a sigh of relief, and went off to harass his PC until it was time to go. As he climbed the stairs to his room, happy that he COULD climb stairs unaided now and also that the pain was gone, Brandon had remembered the one time he had seen Logan have an attack. It had been the previous summer, during a particularly close and heated semi-finals soccer game. He had really believed that Logan was going to die, from the looks of him. However, the next day, the boy had been fine and looked as if nothing had happened. Brandon smiled as he recalled that game ... a game that they had won by only one point. A game that had also sent one boy out with a terribly aching set of balls. It had been an object lesson in not forgetting one’s cup. As he smiled at this memory, Brandon had slipped a hand down the front of his blue jean shorts to feel at his own empty scrotum.

He was jerked out of his reverie by Logan’s gasp as his gray eyes popped open. “Hiya!” he shouted, plopping himself down on the edge of the bed and giving his friend a shake. Logan screamed.

“Hey, dude, get a grip!” Brandon ordered, tightening his own on Logan’s shoulders and shaking him again. Slowly, flecks of blue began to appear in Logan’s gray eyes as they struggled to focus. He wiped at them, shook his head of pale blonde hair, and stared at Brandon. The slight hangover from the sedative was still with him a bit, but in a few seconds he recognized who had invaded his bed and sat up quickly. With a low cry, he enfolded Brandon his a tight embrace, burying his face in his shoulder. Brandon was a bit taken by his friend’s reaction, but returned the embrace all the same. After a few moments, Logan pulled back. “Heard you had a seizure last night,” Brandon offered.

Logan nodded. He stared at his friend, his eyes jumping from the contrast of the blue to green bars of Brandon’s pullover. He looked down at the jean shorts, past the hairless legs, and saw that Brandon was wearing his Nikes again. He surmised that it must be a bit chilly outside. A glance out the window confirmed his suspicions; it looked like rain. A glance into Brandon’s face again, however, was like the sun coming out from behind a black cloud. The fears and worries of the previous night seemed to fall away. Brandon looked so much better; he had color again, his face wasn’t so drawn, and he seemed to moving around just fine. Logan just sat there, unsure of what to say. “Earth to Logan,” Brandon said, waving a hand in front of his eyes. Logan sighed.

“What?” Brandon asked, ‘Not the sigh again!’ he thought.

“I was upset last night. I was thinking ... and school ... and you ... and the tryouts ...” but Logan just couldn’t put it all together. He stumbled through half completed thoughts and jumped from idea to idea. The more he talked, the more unwound he became. Slowly, Brandon began to put together what it was that had gotten his friend into such an uproar. He also realized, with his own stomach sinking, that he had been thinking the same things, among others. He just tried not to dwell on them. As he listened to the ‘what ifs,’ he understood. He nodded as Logan tried to talk, watching the tears come to his friend’s color-shifting eyes. His own set of ‘what ifs,’ the foremost being the exposure of his castration, came strongly to the forefront. Finally, unable to see Logan suffering like he was any longer, Brandon simply fell in beside of him and enclosed Logan’s chattering lips with his own, driving his tongue deep into Logan’s mouth. It was an instant cure-all.

Brandon felt his dick trying once again to harden, and he could feel Logan’s morning wood through the blanket. They almost forgot themselves when a bellow from down the hallway startled them back to reality. “You’re going to be LATE!” Logan’s mom screamed. Both boys came flying up off of the bed, hearts pounding. Logan was, of course, still naked from the night before.

“Go shower,” Brandon said, “I’ll pull out some clothes.”

Logan nodded and did that. Brandon looked through Logan’s closet, then checked the back of his door. He pulled a pair of white socks from a drawer and a pair of the tight white briefs that Logan liked to wear. He then picked out a pair of jean shorts not unlike his own, pulled Logan’s Vans from the closet floor, and selected - with a grin - the gray/blue pullover that almost matched his own from the hook on the back of the door. He gasped as he pulled the sweatshirt off of the hook. Hidden behind it was Logan’s own personal enema bag and hose. Brandon stared at it, listening to the water running across the hallway. He grabbed the end of the hose, which unlike the one that the Doc has used on him, ended not with a blunt tip but with a strange looking nozzle that was fatter in the center - slim at the back -and had a large tunnel running all the way through it. It was smooth and silver colored, and it had a large ring at the very back of it to keep it from being inserted too far. Brandon’s heart pounded as he held it, imagining what it must feel like to have that thing trapped in one’s ass while it filled one with hot soapy water. He wondered how many times that strange looking nozzle had been up Logan’s ass. His dick was stirring again, and he adjusted the catheter. It wouldn’t be long until it was out.

He shook his head and gathered up the clothes. Almost forgetting, he pulled Logan’s glasses from the nightstand and put them on his own face. The world skewed. “Jesus, the poor kid’s blind!” As he opened up the bathroom door, Logan jumped, dropping his towel. He had just gotten out and was drying off. “NOT you,” he said, seeing Brandon in glasses. Brandon looked back at him, and for the first time noted that the boy was beginning to develop the first signs of increasing musculature. His body was wet and hairless, except for a very pale dusting of hair just above his erect penis. He stared at Logan’s balls, hanging in a red scrotum, loose and lower from the hot shower. As bad as he wanted to, and with a pang of regret and loss, there was no time for anything other than having his friend stand still as he dried him off. Logan quickly dressed, stuffing his dick down into the shorts which almost didn’t cover him. Brandon laughed and shook his head while Logan simply combed his pale skater cut down and out of his eyes. He put his glasses on and smiled. They headed down the hallway hand in hand, but stopped when they heard voices. They decided to eavesdrop a bit.

“Logan’s been such a help, Rita,” Lois was saying.

“Well with all the time he’s been there, I feel like we’re imposing,” Logan’s mom replied.

“Oh, not at all! Brandon’s been such a chore these past few weeks, and I tell you, Rita, I don’t know how I’d have gotten along without his help,” Lois answered.

“You know, now that Brandon can move around and all, why don’t you bring HIM back over here tonight, sort of a return favor? He can spend the weekend with Logan, and you and Frank can ... well ... you know, catch up a bit?”

“Your mom’s talkin’ dirty,” Brandon whispered.

Logan’s face, however, was a mystery. His eyes were blue specks dancing on green.

“Oh, that’s too kind, Rita! Of course they’ll love it,” Lois agreed.

“You know, I don’t know how this is going to sound, Lois, but Logan doesn’t have many friends. I’m so glad he’s got Brandon to keep him active.”

“Well keeping Brandon active is going to be a challenge, the Doctor said, so I think they’re good for each other. You sure you don’t want to come?” Lois offered, “We could shop while the boys are in for repairs and ...” the she turned, as if sensing eyes upon her. “Spies at 2 o’clock,” she said in a dark voice.

The guilty parties slunk from around the corner. Brandon, from experience, kept his face down and eyes averted. Then he saw something that he never suspected from Logan. He pulled out ‘The Sigh’ and the puppy dog eyes on both mothers and it worked! “How much did you hear?” Lois asked, her tone softening. Brandon was stunned. Normally, the skin-chaffing scolding should have set in by now ... but it didn’t. Logan was far more devious than Brandon had given him credit for. “Just about Brandon coming over and keeping active,” Logan replied, “I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to,” he offered meekly, although his voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grinned, a thin and shy grin that instantly destroyed Lois and Rita both. Logan was a devious kid, Brandon realized.

“Geez, I’d give my left nut to be able to do that,” Brandon thought, “if I still HAD it, that is.”

Brandon watched, stunned, as his mother’s face softened. She looked at both of the boys, then simply said, “Alright, into the van.!”

“Don’t forget to bring them BOTH back here tonight, Lois,” Rita reminded her. Logan, however, jerked his head around and stared at her.

“TONIGHT?” he asked in a shocked voice.

With a sly smile, Rita nodded at her son.

At that point, as Brandon gave him a gentle push towards the door - with a hand on his ass so that no one could see it - Logan began to seriously consider another sedative.

***

Brandon & Logan sat in the waiting room, as usual. As usual, they were both anxious and were reading sports magazines. When their names were announced together, both of them jumped. As they made their way to the door, they met another boy on the way out. For a moment, all three of them just looked at each other and Brandon was profoundly grateful that his jean shorts were just long enough to hide his leg-bag.

His name was Stevie, although he hated to be called that, and he was slightly older than Brandon and Logan. He was also a few inches taller, and more developed. His voice had stopped breaking and squeaking, but it had not yet settled into a deep baritone. Over the past few months, puberty had really torn Stevie up. He had grown more than anyone else, developed more musculature and body hair, and was probably the horniest of the group. Stevie was also of a rougher cut than the rest. He wasn’t exactly a friend, but he wasn’t an enemy either. He was just one of those fellow boys that you wanted to approach, but didn’t really know how to. Not only was he bigger and stronger, but he had an attitude and a swagger to his walk. Add to that the fact that he wore a large gauge gold loop earring in his left ear and that he shaved his head. He had dark menacing eyes, black eyebrows, and no one was really sure what color his hair was and of what race he was. He could only be described as “American Boy.” He was also fond of heavy black boots and leather coats/vests, except for the summer months. He was athletic and attractive in a strange sort of way, and Brandon and Logan both were terrified of him.

As they met in the doorway, however, they both put on congenial faces and greeted him. He looked them both over and asked simply, “So you two finally coming in for growth hormones, or is it for dick transplants? Oh, wait, physicals? Yea ... guess what, kids? I’m in perfect health and going out for soccer this season. Really like to play football or something where I could HURT people, but I’m bored you know. I got a clean bill of health too!” Brandon swallowed hard, trying not to stare at the zit that was threatening to take over Stevie’s nose. It was Logan who spoke.

“Yep, physicals. Soccer, too. Maybe we’ll be on the same team?”

Stevie smiled, his white, perfect teeth flashing. “Pray for that, shrimp,” he suggested, ruffling Logan’s pale hair and turning to stalk away. Outside, thunder rumbled somewhere and the clouds grew darker. It began to rain steadily as Stevie set foot outside the door. “FUCK!” the whole office him yell.

Brandon & Logan laughed once the door had gone shut and they felt safe again. It was the usual procedure : strip, put on gowns, get weighed and checked for vitals. The nurse thanked them for saving her some time by going in together and left them to wait upon the Doctor. As they waited, they chatted about their brush with Stevie. “Wish I was that built,” Logan said plaintively.

Brandon nodded. “He’s older though.”

“Not by that much,” Logan replied.

“He’s got more muscles and hair on him.”

“That’s because it’s so damn BLACK,” Logan commented, remembering stealing glances at Stevie in the showers after PE class, “He’s not got THAT much, it just looks like it. There isn’t any on his chest, and only a bit on his belly and underarms.” Brandon grinned.

“So that’s why you look so bald all over then, Blondie?” They both laughed.

“You ever seen his dick?” Logan asked quietly, looking around.

Brandon nodded again. “Like I said, he’s older. He’s had more time. You notice he usually goes in first and stands sorta sideway?”

Logan nodded agreement. “He isn’t circ’d either, I heard.”

Brandon’s jaw fell open. “You got a GOOD look at it? He usually doesn’t give anyone the chance to see anything but his ass! I thought he might not be, but I couldn’t tell.”

“That’s why he keeps to the corner, stands like he does, and gets in and out fast. He noticed YOU though, I saw him staring a few times. How’d you like to help him whack off?” Logan asked.

“As long as that was all there was, dude. I think he’d choke me or you!”

About then, the Doctor entered. He was his usual jovial self. “Hello again, boys. You two are becoming quite a pair, I see. Now, what have we got? Catheter out and samples, and Logan had another panic attack.” He shook his head. “Let’s start with Brandon. Logan, you go sit in a chair and wait. Brandon, you lie back and let me get that tube out of you. I have to tell you, it’s going to sting a bit!”

Brandon did that. “As long as it’s out,” he said.

Logan watched as the Doctor felt Brandon all over, as usual. He looked him over closely, the usual exam, then put on the rubber gloves. He picked up a small syringe. “Deflation,” he explained, inserting it into the smaller secondary tube on Brandon’s catheter. He pulled the plunger back, and it filled with saline solution from the anchoring balloon. He gave it a gentle pull, not much, then said, “Relax and let it slide out on its own.” Brandon did that, his face strange. He could feel it sliding out slowly. Brandon gasped as it slid, making small noises of discomfort. As it moved, Logan watched too. He was getting hard, but he didn’t move. Brandon winced as the tube slid out, free of blood. He smiled. Through gritted teeth he said, “Thank you!”

“Just take better care of yourself, son. Now,” he mused, examining Brandon’s scars and empty scrotum, “that’s looking good. Been depressed or hot or tired more than usual yet?”

Brandon shook his head, wondering what he meant.

“Good,” was all he said about that, then he said, “Roll over.”

“Why?”

“So I can take a semen sample and the nurse can come get some blood again so we can test it for the hormone levels. Need to see if it’s time to start you on patches yet,” the Doctor explained.

Logan was getting worked up, and HE felt hot. He still didn’t move, however, as the Doctor lubed up a finger. “Do you HAVE to do it that way?” Brandon asked, his voice pained.

“Unless you can jack off for me, yes. Want to try it?”

Brandon looked at Logan, his eyes pleading. Logan swallowed hard. He looked at the Doctor, then back at his friend. It was clear that Brandon didn’t want that finger up his ass again. “I’m gettin’ hard now,” Brandon offered. The Doctor nodded and handed him a cup.

“I’ll look Logan over while you see to that then.”

Brandon nodded, rolled back over, and uncovered himself as the Doctor began to look Logan over. He pulled up the gown and felt him all over, listened to his heart, the usual. Brandon watched his friend’s body. He thought about Logan as he worked his stiffening dick. It wasn’t totally hard, and it did sting like hell from the catheter. “So are you keeping up on the enemas?” the Doctor was asking Logan. Brandon got harder, and he jerked faster, his eyes locked on Logan. He noticed how different jacking off felt without a foreskin almost immediately. His thoughts ran back over and over their recent explorations, and he felt himself beginning to sweat. It had been over a month since he had jacked off, and he suddenly realized how much he had missed it. He remembered the taste of Logan, the feel of his warm, soft skin ... and his free hand moved down to his empty scrotum. He felt the small scars there, felt the familiar tightening as he recalled when his balls began to rise when a climax approached. This time, it was different though. The feeling was there, but nothing was there to rise. His dick stayed almost totally hard, only flagging once to about half, when he looked over and saw that the Doctor was examining Logan’s balls.

He was carefully rolling them back and forth in his fingers, looking closely. Brandon remembered that same exam, how he neglected it, and how he had paid for it. He was jealous of Logan, it was true, but he was also fascinated by him. He saw that Logan was hard, his 4 inches standing back against his hairless belly as the Doctor continued to work him over. Brandon closed his eyes. He felt like he could cum, like he had to cum ... he was close. He moved the cup to catch it as the Doctor asked Logan, “So tonight IS the washing out night, on schedule, right?”

Brandon realized something then - he was spending the weekend with Logan! Tonight was the night? Enema night, as Logan referred to it? He thought about watching, thought about the feeling of the hot water and the cramps - then he remembered the nozzle on Logan’s personal red bag. His dick stiffened up the rest of the way, and he shot. The feelings that spread upwards from his so-changed groin were very different. What he felt was more internal, but he shot nonetheless. It was if the pleasure slowly spread and was not entirely confined to his crotch. He shot only twice more, the third time having almost no pressure behind it at all. He groaned and laid back, having captured it all. He was rather proud of that. He wasn’t proud of how it looked though.

For one thing, it was thin and runny, almost clear with white streaks here and there. There was no blood, thankfully, but there was also little to no odor. “Well!” the Doctor congratulated him, “success, and without balls to help!” he said, taking the cup from Brandon’s trembling hand. The nurse then entered, and took the semen sample and blood from both boys. She handed the Doctor a clipboard.

Both of them sat up and listened as the Doctor explained things to them. “Brandon, you’re hormone levels are steadily falling. You’re down 15% from last week, and last week was 10% lower than the period before. That period was also 10% lower than when you came in here, and you were borderline then. In the next few weeks, all of the testosterone will be out of your body. What remains, from other glands, will be negligible. At this rate, you’re going to have a booster shot today, and we’ll put you on patches in about a month. It will take a month or so for the shot to work, it’s time released. After the ONE shot, you can start on the patches. You’ll develop normally, as any other boy with working balls would, don’t worry. BUT, the next month is going to be rough. As you lose hormones due to the castration, you’ll note a slowdown is sex drive. Erections might stop, and if they don’t, getting off will be very, very hard to do. As for the rest, well, IF you were NEVER to get the shot and patches, your voice would revert to childhood pitch, your body hair would all fall out, and you’d grow taller and be less muscular and never ever have to shave your face. We won’t let that happen though. That’s why they used to castrate young boys intentionally in the olden days of history, to prevent them from becoming men, to keep them from having sex or to preserve the boyhood voice,” he concluded, reaching for a needle.

Brandon’s face went pale. He was shaking. “I-I hate sh-shots!” he stammered.

“It’s only one,” the Doctor said softly, “Now turn a bit so I can inject it.”

Brandon shook his head, his face paling more. “No!” he begged, staring at the long needle.

“You have to, Brandon,” Logan chimed in. “You don’t want all THAT to happen to you do you?”

“Can’t we just do patches for starters?” Brandon pleaded, “Anything but that shot!”

Logan had never realized how frightened of needles Brandon was before! He found himself growing harder and harder, and the things the Doctor had said to Brandon excited him. He thought of his friend, unable to become hard - unable to jack off ever - never shaving - being thin and hairless ... he felt a bit of precum leak out and he hoped that the Doc was done with HIM. He watched as the Doc moved closer to Brandon with the needle.

Unable to face it, Brandon’s eyes rolled up in his head and he fainted. Logan couldn’t help but laugh. The Doctor shrugged his shoulders and injected Brandon’s left butt cheek, pushing the long needle all the way in. Logan gasped. “We’ll make sure he stays a boy,” the Doctor said, “and as for YOU,” he stated harshly, staring into Logan’s near-green eyes, “settle down! Stop worrying! You’re too young for ulcers. I’m going to prescribe low dose Ativan for you. You take one when you feel yourself getting worked up, alright?”

Logan nodded. The Doctor turned back to Brandon and smacked his face gently. Brandon groaned. The Doctor shook his head, sat the boy up, pulled his gown off, and half carried, half dragged him to the shower area. He laid the insensate boy on the floor and turned on the cold water. Logan laughed as Brandon jerked awake with a yell, his eyes wide. In a moment, he figured out where he was and rubbed at his naked butt cheek. “Dammit!” he declared, “what was in that thing?”

“Hurt?” Logan had to ask.

“No shit,” Brandon retorted, turning off the water and reaching for a towel. Then he remembered that it was ‘enema night’ and that he was staying at Logan’s. No shit? They’d see ... He then dried off, his dick limp and quiet, but still stinging up inside a bit. They dressed and headed out. Lois ran them by the pharmacy to get Brandon’s last round of antibiotics and Logan’s tranq’s. There was only a day left before first tryouts for the soccer team.

***

They stopped by Brandon’s house so that he could pack a bag and pee. It felt so liberating, being able to stand up and feel control over his bladder again. It burned like hell the first time, but Brandon was too happy to be free of the catheter to mind it. As he zipped up and headed back out to the van with his backpack, he thought of sucking Logan off the last time. Now that his dick was free again, Logan could return the favor. He wondered if Logan wanted to. Strangely, he found that he was looking forward to sucking Logan off again more than he was looking forward to BEING sucked off by Logan. And since he was 14 and easily distracted, his mind wandered away from the subject by the time Lois had made it back onto the road, very nearly running down a jogger in the process. Logan swallowed an Ativan and closed his eyes.

For the rest of the day, after Lois dropped them off at Logan’s, they sat indoors and watched it rain. They both hoped that it would pass, since Logan’s family had a pool, but it didn’t. The rain settled into a drizzle, and the day remained gray. They passed the afternoon with video games and TV. Brandon’s stomach reminded him along about 5PM that it was time to eat. He was surprised, however, when Rita informed him that he and Logan were only going to be allowed a light snack and thick shake of some kind. Brandon raised one eyebrow and looked at Logan, whose face was flaming. Then he remembered. “It’s not a good idea to give a boy an enema on a full stomach,” Rita stated matter-of-factly.

“So it’s THAT night, huh?” Brandon asked in hushed voice, “And does she mean ME too?”

“Yes on both,” Logan replied, “take what you can get, buddy. When dad gets home, he’ll help with it, and it’s gonna take a while.”

“I feel like I been set up,” Brandon said, a bit too loudly.

“You were,” Rita replied, with a strange grin on her face.

Brandon followed Logan back to his room as Rita prepared a small dinner for herself and her husband. When they arrived, Brandon wasn’t sure what to do. He was just a bit perplexed that Logan had included him in his plans for his weekly cleansing. He stared at his friend and Logan sighed again, lowering his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“He did it to me again,” Brandon thought, feeling like a slave being led to the block by that one sound of Logan’s sighing. That and those eyes, which were green flecked with blue and so pleading. It was more than either of them could resist, however, despite the fact that the danger of getting caught was very high.

They moved closer to one another. The boys slowly started to kiss each other on the lips. Brandon parted his mouth and Logan slipped his tongue up into his friend’s mouth. The boys played some tonsil hockey and they rubbed there hands all over each others clothed bodies. They broke the kiss long enough to pull off there shirts, then started to kiss once again. This time it was Brandon’s turn to push his tongue into Logan’s mouth. As they kissed and sucked each others tongues, both boys used there hands to feel up each others now bare chests. They played with each others nipples until they were rock hard little pebbles. Ever so slowly there hands slid down and down until they reached each others shorts. As one, they unsnapped the button on each others pair of shorts and then pulled down the zipper. The shorts being loose fit jean shorts just fell down to the boys ankles, and still kissing they kicked there shorts off. Both boys now dressed only in there shoes, socks, and Brandon in his boxers and Logan in his briefs. The boys hands fell to each others crotches and the both moaned into each others mouth as they rubbed each others dicks. Logan’s cock became rock hard in his tight white briefs and the tip of his dick escaped the waistband of his underwear. Logan could feel Brandon’s dick became a little harder, but not much.

The boys stopped kissing and pulled apart. Their eyes glued to each others crotches as they each pulled off their underwear. Logan's penis was so full of blood that it was pressed up tight to his belly. If he had to pee he would of pissed on his own face his dick was so hard. Brandon’s dick was only half hard and drooped over his empty ball bag. Brandon’s dick gave a small jump as he looked at the empty scrotum and a clear drop of pre cum came out of the tip and oozed down in a long string until it broke and fell to the floor. Seeing the pre cum drip made Brandon’s dick a little bit harder and the boys watched as it tried to raise, but then fell again.

"Maybe I can help it," said Logan as he dropped to his knees and took the wilting boy cock into his mouth. “Besides, I owe you one, remember?”

Brandon felt his friend’s mouth entrap his tool. He felt some good feelings and he started to play with his own tits. Logan sucked the boy toy and used his right hand to feel and rub Brandon’s empty scrotum. His left hand rubbing Brandon’s upper leg from his knee and up to the top of his thigh. Without even touching his own dick, Logan started to fire off some thick ropes of boy cream. The ropes were white and thick as the hit Brandon’s lower right leg. When Brandon felt the wetness he looked down to see the last three blasts of cum splurt out and land on Logan’s own upper legs. Even after shooting all the sperm out, Logan’s dick never got soft. Logan never stopped sucking on Brandon’s now half hard dick.

Logan pulled off of Brandon’s dick. He bent down and licked his cum off of his friends leg. When his leg was clean, Brandon knelt down and he then licked the cum off of Logan’s upper legs. Once the cum was cleaned up the boys kissed once again. After breaking the kiss again and sharing the taste of Logan’s seed, Brandon said to Logan, "Dude that was so cool. But I think ... what I mean is ... I want you to fuck me. I didn’t really like having the Doctor’s finger and the enema tube up me at first - but now - I don’t know, now I want you up inside of me. I mean, if it’s OK with you and all?"

Logan heart almost stopped. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Although he’d had several jack-off sessions with Brandon and the others, and he and Brandon had become very intimate lately, he had never received nor given anal sex. It was the last step, he realized, and suddenly he realized that he wanted to do it.

His eyes turned to sky blue in color and a big grin formed on his lips. Logan only nodded his head as a yes and got up and with his dick pointing the way walked to the bathroom. He returned with a small jar of Vaseline that he found. Logan had Brandon get on his hands and knees. Brandon used his hands to pull his ass cheeks apart, and Logan used a finger full of Vaseline to lube around and then into his friend’s ass. Logan’s finger soon felt loose, so he added another finger with more lube on it up into Brandon as he loosened up. Brandon was feeling his ass getting stretched by his friend and he gasped in pain. He did not want to scare Logan, but he couldn’t help it. Logan now slipped in a third finger and he heard his friend gasp again and felt the ass clamp shut onto his fingers. He knew it would hurt a little and he wanted Brandon to get used to it, so instead of pulling out his fingers, he pushed all three of them in further.

“Stop!” Brandon said in a cracking voice, “That hurts!”

“Trust me,” Logan replied, going a bit easier.

“I don’t think I can do this,” Brandon replied. He was shaking now, more out of fear that Logan was REALLY going to do what he had asked.

He was confused. For a while, HE had wanted to be the one fucking Logan in the ass, NOT this other way around. However, he now couldn’t get or stay hard enough long enough to do it. He silently cursed his eunuch status, and wished desperately that the damn hormone shot would do something. That however, was at least a month off.

“Sure you can. Just trust me.” Logan reassured him.

Logan started to pump his fingers slowly in and out of Brandon’s ass pussy. Brandon started to moan in pleasure and his now soft dick started to respond to the stimulation of his prostate and anus. His dick raised up to half mast as he got finger fucked. Logan used his left hand to scoop out some more lube and started to rub his own cock. Once his power tool was well lubed, he pulled his fingers out of his friends tight ass and he started to slid his dick up into the hole.

Brandon felt the fingers pull out and be replaced by Logan’s cock.

“That’s not so bad, is it?” Logan asked.

He could not believe how good Logan’s dick felt. He felt Logan’s low hanging balls on his butt cheeks and he also felt a small tickle of Logan’s pubic bush and he knew his friend's cock was as deep as it would go. Logan had his dick all the way in Brandon’s ass and he had never felt anything like it before. He could only describe it as a silky feeling as he felt Brandon’s ass muscles grip his tool. Logan started to slowly pump his hips back and forth, and he felt his dick slide in and out of the silk glove of Brandon’s ass.

Both boys moaned as they both felt sexual feelings they had never felt before. Logan pulled fully out of Brandon’s ass and had his friend lie down onto his back. He put Brandon’s legs up onto his shoulders and then took hold of his dick and pushed back into Brandon’s hole. Brandon’s dick had gone soft once again, even thought he was getting some major prostate stimulation from Logan’s cock rubbing it. As Logan pumped his dick into his friend, he took hold of Brandon’s soft cock and started to rub and play with it. His left hand went straight to the empty scrotum and started to play with that also. Brandon's cock started to respond to the stimulation and it got about half hard when Brandon had his orgasm. Brandon's whole body shook with the orgasm and his ass clamped super tight to Logan’s invading dick. That was to much for Logan to take, and he started to fire off blasts of cum up into his friends hot boy pussy.

Brandon cried, loudly, more in please than pain but in shock as well.

“BOYS! What’s going on in there?” They heard a shout from down the hall.

Logan, however, was not so far gone in pleasure to not be sly. The last thing he wanted was for his mom to find him with his dick up his friend’s ass.

“Brandon just got me killed on the last level, stupid game!” Logan yelled.

“It’s only a game, boys,” she said, and they could hear her heading back down the hall. Their hearts were pounding in having gotten away with it.

Logan kept on pumping Brandon’s dick, and one little spurt of clear fluid shot out and landed just below Brandon’s belly button. Two more small dribbles of clear fluid came out and dripped down into Brandon’s thinning pubic hairs. Logan pulled his now soft dick out of the warm embrace of Brandon’s ass and he lay down next to his friend.

No words were said out loud as the boys looked into each others eyes and they smiled at each other. The last step had been taken. Both of them knew it, and they both realized that there was no going back. Silently, they cleaned up some and headed back downstairs for their very light dinner.

Logan’s father arrived home around 6PM. The boys were just finishing up the last of their shakes, which were quite good, Brandon thought, when he came in and embraced his son, kissing him soundly on the cheek. “What’d the Doc say?” he asked.

Rita answered for Logan. “He needs to calm down. He put him on low dose tranq’s.”

Logan’s dad turned to ruffle Brandon’s bleached out hair, then patted his head. “You OK too, Sport?” he asked. Brandon found Logan’s parents just a bit too happy for his liking. They’d probably be a LOT less happy had they known had just transpired in Logan’s room as well.

“He’ll live, so Logan says,” Rita replied. “Why don’t you two boys run along to the bathroom now, and Logan, you get the stuff ready. You go first so Brandon can watch and see what happens. We’ll grab a quick bite while you do that.”

“Why me?” Brandon asked suddenly, his ass still a bit sore from Logan’s surprisingly hard screwing.

“Because it’s good for you,” Logan’s dad answered.

“AND your mother thinks it’s a good idea, too,” Rita commented. Logan got up and waited in the doorway for Brandon, who joined him nervously. He looked back at Logan’s dad and shivered. “I don’t know about this,” he said to Logan when they reached the bathroom across the hall from Logan’s room. “I mean, he’s YOUR dad, not mine.” Then he looked around. The bathroom was much larger than his own, and it was carpeted, all except for the area in front of the tub where it was tiled. In fact, the tub was very large as well and sunken. It looked deep.

“You could almost live in here,” Brandon thought.

Then Brandon noticed the small padded bench along the wall, which Logan pulled out a bit. He then opened the closet door and handed Brandon a new red bag and hose. The smell of the fresh rubber stuck in Brandon’s mind. He took it, his hands shaking. “I’m gonna go get mine,” Logan said, “You might as well get naked, because dad doesn’t waste time. Besides, we can get more to eat a couple hours after we’re done.”

Brandon laid the bag and hose on the bench and stripped. He felt funny being naked in front of someone, other than the Doc or his jack-off buddies. He couldn’t believe that Logan’s parents were so casual, while his own were usually so uptight and not nearly as affectionate. Brandon realized that he really didn’t remember his own father ever kissing him like Logan’s had him. And what was worse, Logan’s dad was going to see what they had done to him. He was going to see that Brandon had been castrated. He’d probably assume he had been circ’d at birth, but the thought of Logan’s dad seeing him naked with his empty scrotum was too much. He had to think of a way out of it. He was still thinking, sitting on the bench when Logan returned with his own bag.

Logan casually laid the bag, hose and nozzle on the bench beside Brandon’s bare leg. He then got a large and deep pan out of the closet and placed it in the tub. He dropped a bar of coconut scented soap into it, and turned on the water, carefully measuring the temperature with his hand. Brandon stared at his ass, imagining that large nozzle going in. He wondered how it would feel, since ‘his’ bag and hose didn’t have one. He wondered how his own dick would feel in there as well, as Logan had just done to him, but all he could do was wonder. Logan’s bare ass looked so ...

He gasped when Logan’s dad suddenly entered the bathroom. He was dressed only in a knee-length robe and slippers. Logan had just finished filling the pan, and Brandon could see the suds and smell the coconut scent. He pulled his knees together and put his hands over his crotch. Calmly, as if nothing were wrong at all, Logan filled the bags from the pan and screwed the hoses onto them. He then clipped the white hoses shut and hung them from two hooks in the ceiling which was lower than most. “Ready?” his dad asked.

“Yes, sir,” Logan replied, handing him a box of rubber gloves and a tube of KY Jelly.

Brandon’s heart pounded as he got up carefully and watched Logan lie down on the bench. It tilted back a bit as his weight pressed on the end. Brandon took a seat on the edge of the tub, the tile cold under his bare ass. It felt good though, since the injection spot was sore; not to mention his hole in general. He held his legs closed. His dick was twitching, and he was embarrassed. He couldn’t believe he was there, much less believe his parents had been in on it! Carefully, Logan’s dad put a glove on and lubed his son’s ass. Brandon watched as he slid his finger in gently, covering the opening. He then picked up the large nozzle which hung nearby and lubed it. He released the clip to fill the line with water and purge the air in it, then clamped it shut again and began to gently probe at Logan’s hole with it. From experience, Logan relaxed. He moaned as the tip of the nozzle slid in, and exhaled heavily as the fat center of it was pushed in, effectively plugging his ass to prevent leaks. Brandon’s dick grew fully hard, as did Logan’s, and the plug/nozzle slid in all the way. It looked too large to go in, but it had.

“OK?” his dad asked.

“Yes, sir, ready,” Logan answered, his voice quaking. His dad reached over and released the clip. Brandon noted the ‘snap’ sound it made as the hot soapy water began to flow up into Logan’s belly. His 4 inch dick was hard and twitching in time to his pounding heart. Brandon found that his own dick was so hard that it hurt, and he wished he could exploit it. “Logan, must you always have an erection when we do this?” his dad asked in a jovial voice. Logan’s blushed, but said nothing. Slowly, the red bag deflated and Logan’s belly swelled. Brandon stared, fascinated, as Logan had his belly massaged to help the soapy solution up into him. He cried softly as a few cramps hit him, but obviously he was used to it. His dad counted four minutes off on his watch, then slowly pulled the plug out of his son’s ass. He helped the boy up and told Brandon, “Vacate, and get the lid up, please, you’re closer. You’re next, Brandon, c’mon.” Logan smiled at him as they passed and Brandon took his place on the bench.

He couldn’t believe he was doing it, but he also couldn’t believe he was seeing Logan’s dad change gloves, take the plug/nozzle off of Logan’s tube, wash it in strong smelling orange soap, and attach it to the one he planned to use on Brandon! He lubed up a finger as Logan relieved himself, then Brandon realized something. In his fear and sitting naked on the cold tile floor, his empty scrotum had contracted to almost nothing! There would be no hiding it. Logan’s dad was going to see it. He was lubricating the nozzle now. Time seemed to slow down to Brandon, and then Logan’s dad was saying, “Lift you knees, Brandon, and spread them out.” Brandon did that, numb with fear. He flinched as the finger penetrated his hole, spreading the lube all around it. He felt the finger slide in. He felt the tip of that intimidating nozzle/plug being pressed against it, and his dick began to harden a bit as it began to penetrate him. Brandon resigned himself to the humiliation. “I am not going to let this rule my life,” he thought, “If they see me, they see me. I’m a eunuch. I can deal with it.” The look on his face must have said otherwise, though, as Logan’s dad finished inserting the nozzle. He then bent down, placing a hand on Brandon’s warm and heaving chest. The boy was shaking and squirming, but not in pain. The plug felt great ! He realized immediately why Logan had this done every week ! Still, he was embarrassed.

“Relax, Sport,” he said softly, but Brandon couldn’t help but blush as his eyes teared up. “What’s wrong? Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you, Brandon.” He then bent down closer, and to Brandon’s total surprise, kissed his cheek. “You don’t get much affection at home, do you?” he asked sadly. Brandon shook his head. “Look, Brandon,” he continued, “We won’t do anything to you that we wouldn’t do for Logan here. The Doc suggested this, showed us how to do it, and YOUR parents agreed with it. Frank & Lois are a bit too stuffy, if you don’t mind me saying so. They were so grateful to Logan for helping take care of you. And, yes, I know what happened to you, Sport. Your dad told me. You’re not the only boy in the world who lost a nut or both. My brother, Logan’s uncle Dale, lost one to a strangulation when he was only 10. Now relax.”

And with that, Logan’s dad released the clamp. Brandon could hear a flush and the shower running as the hot water filled him. Logan was done emptying his bowels and was cleaning up. As he had done for his own son, Logan’s dad massaged Brandon’s belly and helped him through the worst of the cramps. Brandon opened one teary eye and saw that Logan, still naked, was refilling his own bag with clean salt water. He was smiling too. Brandon couldn’t help but smile, seeing Logan’s half hard dick pointing at him. He grinned. “That’s a good boy!” Logan’s dad said, “Just a bit longer, the bag’s almost empty.” Brandon groaned as the cramps hit him, and he found that he liked the feeling of being so full. He also discovered that the plug/nozzle that was filling his colon with soapy solution felt good - really good - as his ass-muscles contracted around it. His dick twitched, and he began to sweat. Logan’s dad’s touch was not unpleasant, and Brandon found himself wishing that his own parents were so ‘touchy.’ It felt nice. It wasn’t the same as when Logan touched him. It was NOT a sexual touch, but it touched something deep within him that had been neglected for a long time.

Then it was over and he felt the plug pulled out. That was a fantastic sensation as well, and he was helped to the toilet as Logan took his place on the bench.

The process was repeated twice more for both of them with salt water, and when they had showered and dried off, Logan’s dad said, “It’s 8:00PM now. You two take a nap and then you can get up and have a small meal. Remember, tryouts tomorrow at 1PM!” Then he left, with Brandon bewildered and standing next to Logan. Logan took his trembling hand in his, and led him to his bedroom. “That was WILD, man,” Brandon breathed, as they lay down together on Logan’s bed.

“Every week,” Logan offered. “You horny as I am?” Logan asked.

Brandon nodded, although his dick was soft and his butt was still a bit sore inside and out. “I thought I was gonna cum when that nozzle went into me for the third time.”

Logan laughed. “I did once, my dad just about shit!” They laughed, then stared for a moment at each other. Brandon felt his eyes tearing again.

“What?!” Logan demanded, “You OK? Anything wrong?”

Brandon shook his head. “I saw how he looked at you, how he touches you. How he kissed you when he got home. Your dad loves you, Logan. Mine just tolerates me.” Brandon hung his head and gave up. His own dad had told Logan’s dad about his castration. How could he do that? Brandon didn’t understand, and he suddenly felt cold and unwanted. His parents had said they were grateful for Logan’s help during his convalescence. It was a bit too much. He also felt tired, yet exhilarated. He understood why Logan enjoyed his weekly enemas so much. It had felt so good.

Then he felt a warm hand on his thigh, very near to his crotch. He opened his eyes to see Logan’s blue eyes staring back at him, very close to his face. Logan leaned forward, his other arm reaching around Brandon’s shoulders to pull him close. “Talk to them,” Logan suggested softly, pressing his lips to Brandon’s and kissing him rather seriously. Brandon saw that Logan was fully erect, and that his own dick was only about half, but twitching. Logan grasped it, trying to coax a bit more from it. “Be more open with them, and maybe they’ll be with you.”

“They’ll hear us,” Brandon then said, letting himself be embraced.

“No, actually they won’t. I usually take a nap afterwards and they go out and get something special. Listen.”

Brandon heard the car start, and Logan squeezed his dick. “I want you, Brandon,” he said, in a voice uncharacteristically firm and demanding.

Logan dropped to his knees and took Brandon’s soft 2 ½ newly-cut inches into his mouth. Brandon felt the warm wetness of Logan's mouth on his penis, and felt some good feelings, but not total sexual feelings like he used to. Logan sucked the stiffening soft penis and he took hold of the empty scrotum. Logan’s cock became rock hard and he was wishing in his mind that his was empty also.

Brandon's dick would not get fully hard, so Logan pulled back to suck just on the head of the tasty tool. He reached to his night table next to his bed and pulled open the drawer. To Brandon’s surprise, he pulled out a large tube of KY jelly and put some of the lube on his index finger. The little shit had been prepared! Obviously he had placed it there when he had come back to fetch his bag! He slipped the finger up his friend’s hot ass, clean from the enemas, and found Brandon’s prostate, remembering what he had seen the Doctor do. He started to suck the whole cock again as he rubbed the small prostate.

Now the cock in Logan’s mouth started to respond, and Brandon felt the good sexual feelings. Ever so slowly the penis became hard in Logan’s mouth. When Brandon’s dick became just about half hard it stopped raising up. Logan did his best to make his friend feel good. He was now able to insert a second finger up Brandon’s hole and he thrust his finger in and out of the boy pussy. Logan used his left hand to play once again with the empty ball bag. He would rub and pull on it, then he would slide his hand down Brandon’s leg until he reached the ankle, then slide it up the other leg until he got back to the empty scrotum. Brandon let out a moan as he rubbed his hairless chest and played with his hard nipples. Even though his dick was not fully hard he was enjoying the feelings his friend was giving him. He started to thrust his hips and started the "fuck" motion to thrust his cock in and out of Logan’s hot mouth. Logan held his head still as the cock thrust in and out of his mouth. He used his tongue to rub the magic spot on the underside of Brandon’s dick.

Brandon's thrusting became faster as he felt the feeling start. He closed his eyes and he felt his balls start to pull up, getting ready to shoot there boy cream. Brandon opened his eyes and looked down at his scrotum. It was still flat and empty in Logan’s left hand, but he could still feel his balls, he did not understand and at the time he could not care. He closed his eyes again and then let out a small yelp. Vaguely he remembered something called ‘phantom pain’ he’d heard about amputees, but he felt too good to dwell on it. Logan felt Brandon’s dick get just a little bit harder in his mouth, then it gave a twitch. A small splurt of fluid shot out and Logan tasted the fluid. One more smaller dribble of fluid came out on the next twitch of orgasm. the next three and the last twitches were dry, but Logan got enough fluid from his friend to enjoy the taste of his friend. It was so different from the first time, but it was still good.

Logan pulled his fingers out of Brandon’s ass and pulled off of the now soft again dick. He looked up and smiled at his friend who was looking down and smiling at Logan. Logan stood back up and both boys hugged each other and then kissed. This kiss was not a lust filled one, but a loved filled one. With this kiss Brandon knew he was loved and that he loved Logan. It wasn’t hard to understand, given how Logan’s father had greeted him when he came home. Logan’s life had been filled with affection, and he was ready to give it to someone else. This boy had touched some tender spot deep within his heart, not just his ass.

Logan moved Brandon over to his bed and without breaking the kiss, he lowered his friend onto the bed. No words were said as Brandon lifted his legs. He bent his knees and his feet were now by his head. Logan grabbed the tube of KY jelly and put some on his hard cock. He jacked his cock to make sure it was rock hard and fully lubed up. Brandon looked momentarily confused, then he realized what his friend was going to do. His heart skipped as he realized that Logan intended to screw him again.

“Wait!” he asked in a hushed voice.

“Trust me,” Logan smiled.

He slowly guided his throbbing cock into Brandon’s fuck hole. He pushed it in and this time there was no pain for Brandon as the hard boy cock entered his ass. When Logan was in all the way, he started the small thrusts. It was awkward at first, until Logan established a rhythm and Brandon relaxed a bit more. The boys’ hands roamed all over each others bodies as they kissed and Logan thrust his dick in and out of his friend. Because of the stimulation to his prostate by Logan’s cock, Brandon’s own dick got a little hard, not as hard as when he got sucked, but it did grow a bit bigger. Logan felt this and took hold of his friends dick and jacked it off to the same timing as his thrusting cock. Both boys were in heaven as the need to cum filled Logan’s balls. Logan started to thrust faster and faster. Brandon’s dick got a bit harder as it got jacked by Logan’s expert hand. Both boys were moaning and the sweat started to drip off there bodies. Logan's body became stiff as a board as he started to fill Brandon’s ass with his teen cum. Brandon felt the hot sperm start to fill his guts and he had another orgasm. This time it was fully dry. With his balls gone, there wasn’t much left in him and what had been had long since been shot out or pumped out by the Doctor. No fluid came out as Brandon’s dick twitched in a dry orgasm. Instead, his entire body spasmed and he cried out in ecstacy. It was the best thing he had ever felt, and he felt silly for having been afraid.

When the orgasm died away, Logan pulled his deflating dick out his lovers ass and he laid down next to him. Both boys kissed each other again. Logan stood up and put out his hands. Brandon took hold of Logan's hands and got pulled up. The boys walked hand in hand to the bathroom and took a shower together. Logan used a well soaped up finger to clean out Brandon’s butt of his cum. When both boys were clean and all the hot water was used up, they got out and they dried each other off. They went back to Logan’s room and got back into bed. They then lay down for a nice nap. Brandon fell asleep staring into Logan’s perfect face with a strange feeling in his ass and a stranger one in hsi heart.

***

Brandon was awakened by a shake to the shoulders. Temporarily forgetting where he was, he mumbled, “I can’t go to school, I’m hurt!” He felt a hand on his cheek. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw Logan’s room. He looked up and saw Logan’s dad looking down at him with a gentle smile on his face. He then sat up slowly, the blanket sliding down to his waist. His face flushed as he realized that he was still naked from the enema session. Logan’s dad smiled and pointed. It didn’t seem to phase him a bit that his son was in bed, naked, with another boy. Brandon turned and looked his friend. He was lying beside him, close, on the twin sized bed. Logan had somehow pulled his side of the blanket off of his smooth and hairless legs and managed to have it only covering him from about the waist up to his chest. Seemingly sated for the night by the round of wild lovemaking, Logan was out cold, his genitals soft and small looking. Brandon glanced at his flaccid dick, amazed that something so harmless looking could have done what it did to him, twice in one day! His chest hardly moved, and Brandon watched his eyes darting this way and that under the lids. He was on his right side, facing them, and father and friend both watched him for a few minutes, listening to the delicate whistle that his one sinus made. He looked, to Brandon, suddenly so fragile and helpless. He wasn’t a large boy, and he looked so different without his glasses. His pale hair was down over his eyes, and his red lips were slightly parted. Then, to his surprise, Logan’s dad took Brandon by the hand and coaxed him out of bed.

Embarrassed by his nudity, Brandon stood up slowly and his hands moved to cover himself. He found one of those larger, rough hands stopping him, however, and the other taking him around the shoulders. Logan’s dad was tall, Brandon realized, taller than his own dad. “He looks like an angel, doesn’t he?”

Brandon recalled Logan’s work on him only hours before with his 4-inch tool, and he felt a dull ache in his asshole. “More like a fallen angel,” he thought, but he nodded. “I-I dunno wh-what to say,” Brandon offered, uncomfortable at being naked and being led by Logan’s dad. He was painfully aware of the fact that he was castrated, and being found naked in bed with Logan, well, Brandon figured that he was being sent home and that all hell was about to break loose. He began to tremble. “Cold?” Logan’s dad asked?

Brandon shook his head. He felt that rough hand holding his, the other messing with his hair. He was confused. Then Logan’s dad laughed. “You think I’m upset with you, don’t you?” He grinned broadly. Brandon looked down at his bare feet and nodded. “Well I certainly didn’t expect you to sleep on the floor, and Logan wouldn’t have let you anyway. You know, he’s never had anyone spend the night before. And when he spent the night with you, that was his first time out. Did you know that you’re about all he talks about, Brandon? Ever since he took up with you, he’s been a different boy altogether. I don’t know what there is between you two, but I hope it never ends.”

Brandon had no idea what to think. If this man only knew what his son had done to him a few hours ago! In spite of himself, Brandon smiled. “That’s better!” Logan’s dad said, pulling him towards the door. “Did he take a tranq today?” Brandon nodded.

“In the van. My mom’s driving scares him.”

Logan’s dad laughed, a warm rich laugh. “He won’t wake up until morning then. He usually sleeps for two hours after an enema session, then wakes up, eats, and goes back to sleep for the night. Tell you what - let’s let him sleep if off, and you come down and eat. I know you’re hungry, I can hear your stomach.”

“OK, just let me get my clothes,” Brandon said, pulling away. But that firm hand didn’t release his own. Brandon stared up at Logan’s dad, who was leading him naked out into the hall. Once he had closed the door, he laughed aloud. Brandon just stared at him, painfully conscious of his own nudity and shrunken empty scrotum.

“Logan didn’t mention this, did he?”

Dumbly, Brandon shook his head. He was getting worried.

“Don’t be so modest, Sport. Rita and I are Naturists ... well, how about Nudists? Logan’s never had anyone teach him to be ashamed of his body. If you want to put some clothes on, that’s fine, I just thought that he would have said...” Then it was Brandon’s turn to laugh. His own parents would just shit if they knew! It was so funny that as Logan’s dad led him down the hall, Brandon had to ask him why he was still dressed. “Well, we DID go get a Playstation 2 game for you and Logan, and the video stores frown on naked customers!” As they passed by the door to his bedroom, Logan’s dad took off his robe and tossed it in the doorway. Brandon glanced over, and realized that if Logan had inherited his father’s genes in the dick department, then his ass was in for some serious abuse later on in life. When they arrived in the kitchen, Brandon gasped. Logan’s mom was a knockout, and his confused dick began to stiffen. His face flamed. Rita laughed at them.

“I see you told him, where’s Logan?” she asked, handing him a plate of some kind of veggie-pasta.

“He’s out cold, took a pill. Lois scared him in the van.”

Rita laughed again. “I’m glad you’re so open minded, Brandon.”

Brandon had to laugh at the situation. He had just been fucked in the ass - twice - by his best friend after having an intense enema session at his dad’s hand, he was sitting there naked eating, as if nothing were wrong, and he was 14 and a eunuch! It was almost to surreal to be happening, but Brandon found that he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he felt better than he had in a long time.

“Thank you,” he said politely, cleaning his plate, “ and thanks for not laughing at me.”

Rita looked puzzled. “Why would we laugh at you?”

Brandon’s face flamed, then Rita came to him and knelt down beside of him, placing a very large breast near his face. Brandon’s heart pounded, and his dick twitched. “Oh, dear, I’m sorry. Logan asked us about that, he said you were really sensitive about it. He was so scared you’d run tonight, and he was so happy about having you over. He’s never had company before because of this and he was worried that you ... and you must have thought that we ... I mean ... Listen to me, Brandon. What happened to you is just awful, but trust me, no one in this house is going to laugh at you over that. If anyone knows how to handle a sensitive or sick child, we do.”

“Sick?” he asked, suddenly afraid. Then he realized that Logan’s folks might be just a bit paranoid about their only child’s health.

“I’ll tell you about it later, Sport,” Logan’s dad offered, “But for now, it’s just that Logan’s always been a small boy and very shy. Until YOU came along. You bring out the best in him.”

Brandon simply couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing. Shy? Logan? For such an open family, they didn’t seem to now their own son very well! Then, finally, he understood where Logan’s warm-hearted nature had come from. Logan had been raised with almost constant attention and openness, and he wanted to share it. He wasn’t sure how to do that, so he went about it in a devious way. Brandon smiled and politely excused himself. “Can we play that game tomorrow?” he asked.

Logan’s parents both nodded. “Tired?” Rita asked.

Brandon found that he was, and he suddenly yawned. He had never felt this way before, and even though his ass felt funny, he was happy. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to go back to bed with Logan. He was unsure how to ask, though. What if Logan’s parents suspected something? Luckily for Brandon, Logan’s dad spoke up. “When you get back in bed, make sure Logan’s all covered up. It’s a chilly night, you know.” Brandon smiled and nodded, yawning again. He resisted the urge to run back to Logan’s room, but when he got back into bed and had covered them both again, he moved closer to Logan’s warm body and kissed his cheek. He fell asleep with his arms about Logan’s narrow chest, listening to the soft whistle of his breathing.

When the boys awoke the next morning, late, they dressed and just watched each other without saying a word. They devoured a huge breakfast, and since it was close to noon already, Rita drove them to the soccer field where the tryouts were to take place at 1PM.

Coming to Terms

The drive to the soccer field went off without incident. Brandon & Logan were both impressed with the number of boys who showed up. Usually, soccer didn’t rate THAT high on the list of things to go out for, but it was gaining popularity, it seemed. As they took seats in the stands for the usual lecturing that always took place, both of them sighed and then looked at each other when they saw a familiar head a few rows down in front of them. It wasn’t hard to see who it was - given the skin color and the total shine of the head, it could only be Stevie.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t make it,” Brandon whispered to Logan.

“Or that he gets hurt quick,” Logan replied.

Although the only run-in either of them had ever had with the bald and mysterious boy had been at the Doctor’s office, both of them were still intimidated by him. Still, there was something strangely attractive about him, and given their own recent sexual discoveries, both boys were secretly wondering how they could meet up with him personally and get on his good side. A few glimpses of his better-developed body were all that either of them had seen in the showers at school, and both of them were wanting to know more. They thought about this as the man who appeared to be in charge of the tryouts lectured about the usual things. Logan poked Brandon in the ribs when he began extolling the virtues and importance of protective cups. Several of the boys were snickering.

“And just how many of you are wearing cups today?” he asked loudly.

Shyly, about 5 hands out of the whole crowd went up. Logan’s wasn’t one of them.

“I don’t think that applies to YOU!” He joked at Brandon.

Brandon punched him playfully in the upper arm. “Fuck you!” He replied with a grin.

“Promise?” Logan asked, his retainer flashing in the sun.

Brandon grinned. “I can always try! And you need to watch that thing too, dude.”

“Are you listening, ladies?!” The would-be coach roared. Everyone nodded. “Being hit in the jewels, balls, nuts, cajones ... whatever you call them, is no joke! How would you like to be kicked in the balls and have to have one or both REMOVED?!”

Brandon flushed.

“I think you’re safe,” Logan whispered to him.

“You’re not,” he replied ominously.

Once the lecture about their balls was over with, the boys took to the field. First they ran laps. Then they did calisthenics. This took up the better part of half an hour, and when they got a break for drinks and the bathroom, all of them were hot and sweaty and getting very tired. It was going to be a long time until showers, though. Once they had been give their break and refreshed, they began drilling. In addition to the predominate fashion of loose T’s and shorts with high socks, they all donned shin guards and all double checked their cleats. Due to the heat of the day and the humidity from the previous night’s storm, Brandon & Logan were both glad they had opted for white T’s to repel the sun a bit. They also noted that the field was still a bit damp here and there.

They dribbled. They kicked. They bounced the ball off of their heads and knees. Logan and Brandon both sneaked glances at Stevie when they could, and to their dismay, saw that he was very good. Both of them were veteran players, though, and they knew that they were better. They noted several boys who obviously weren’t going to make it, too. It appeared that Stevie, however, was inexhaustible and that HE was doing very well. The adults were watching him. They were also watching Brandon & Logan. By the end of drills, many of them were showing signs of fatigue.

Then came the splitting up into teams for an exhibition game. Due to the number of boys trying out, this warranted many teams. It also gave opportunity for some of them to rest and sit in the shade while other played and were rated. Brandon & Logan found themselves on the same team, and to their dismay, their squad was going up against the one that Stevie was on. They all sat around and talked and drank while the first groups played. Notes were made, orders shouted. All in all, it was much like the last season. Except for one thing.

“Hey, girls!”

Brandon & Logan neither looked up. “Hiya, Stevie,” they both said in unison.

“What the hell are you, twins?” he asked, noting their white T’s and black shorts.

“It’s hot out, white repels heat,” Brandon stated, still watching the game and sipping his drink.

“I’m gonna be on the other team for the tryout, you know, girls. Try not to get hurt!” he blustered, running a hand over his shining head. It had obviously been freshly shaved that morning and had quite the shine to it when the sun hit it. Due to the even coloring, though, it looked as if he had been out enough with it bald to have colored up well. Brandon thought about his own hair and how much it was going to bleach out even further in the sun. By the end of this one day, it would be a few shades lighter and Logan’s would be almost white.

Finally, it was their turn. They all took their places. Brandon wound up as goalie, a position that he preferred. Logan went up against Stevie at kickoff. When the referee blew the whistle, Stevie and Logan both went for it. It was Stevie who got control, passing to a teammate who eventually passed to another boy. As they approached the goal, Brandon crouched, waiting. He had been goalie last year, and very few balls had gotten past him. As the boy prepared for a score attempt, however, Logan darted in and stole the ball. He ran it back towards their own goal, passing several times. It was Logan who drove home the first point, right past Ty - the opposing goalie - who was also one of their jack-off buddies. “Fuck!” Ty spat. A referee blew a whistle. “Language!” he shouted.

The game went on and on, both sides evenly matched. It even got to the point where the few remaining parents were getting into it, although it was only a trial game. As the referee had warned, one boy took a soccer ball to the crotch, hard, and went down crying. He was carried from the field. Brandon saw Stevie’s face as he turned, and he was smiling.

Brandon remembered the last time it had happened to him, in fact, last season. He had forgotten his cup, as usual. He couldn’t help but wonder if that had contributed to his current eunuch status. “At least it can’t happen anymore,” he mused to himself. However, after a few more turnovers, it did. Some boy that Brandon didn’t know drove a hard kick towards him, faking him out and switching direction at the last moment. Brandon almost fell for it, and spun quickly. The ball hit him full in the crotch, and he simply kicked it back as it fell. Several of the others watched, stunned. “CUPS, I told ya!” some referee shouted, “Good boy!” he called to Brandon.

“Good eunuch,” Brandon thought, grinning and flashing him a thumbs-up. A little flattery never hurt anyone.

Near the end, with their scores tied, Brandon, saw Stevie bearing down on his goal again. He was drenched in sweat, and Brandon could almost smell him coming. His bald head was wet and flashed in the sun. His teeth were bared as he moved the ball in closer and closer, tripping another boy in the process. The boy screamed as he went down, his ankle injured. Brandon was amazed at his audacity! He was coming IN for the goal attempt. He was close, closer, then almost on top of him! Brandon thought that he was going to be run down. Then he swung his leg. He was so close! Brandon watched his foot, noting the slight hair on his lower leg.

It was a damp spot in the grass that betrayed them both.

As Stevie swung his foot, he slipped. As he went down, Brandon moved in for the ball. Stevie’s hands shot out, grasping for anything, and found Brandon’s shorts. Brandon gasped in terror, his thoughts running in the direction of “to my best buddy Logan I leave my ...” He felt himself being pulled down, his shorts sliding down in Stevie’s grasp. He landed on top of Stevie, his bare ass pointed at the crowd. A roar of laughter went up, then applause and whistles and cat calls. Brandon felt his face flame, and his heart pounded. Stevie, however, stared right at his groin, only inches from his own nose, and his eyes bulged.

Brandon’s flaccid penis was embarrassingly small, hardly a bump of a head. His circumcision scar was bright in the heat, and his sac loose. He wasn’t wearing a cup, nor underwear. Stevie gasped, and drove his palm up under Brandon’s dick. “Get off me, woos!” he said, then his jaw dropped as his palm made contact with Brandon’s body. There was nothing to stop his hand, all but for an empty scrotum. He saw the small scars, and his plan to rack Brandon failed. There was nothing to rack. Then he grinned an evil grin. “No wonder you play like a girl!” he said, rolling Brandon off of him and getting up to adjust himself. His cup was obviously too snug for his erection, judging from his movements.

Brandon, his face flaming, pulled up his shorts and stood up. The crowd clapped. He turned and waved, and resumed his position as if nothing had happened. Logan was in the center of the field, staring. The refs called the game at that point, and dismissed the two teams to shower while the last two played. Logan ran to his friend. “Man, I thought he was gonna smash you!” Logan said with some anxiety.

“So did I. Logan, he saw. He knows.” Brandon replied.

“You sure?”

Brandon nodded. “He tried to rack me when he pushed me off. His hand was right ON me, you know, where they WERE?”

“Shit,” Logan spat, “That’s all you need. Try and go in first when we shower, I’ll cover you. He’ll go in either first or last, you know him.”

They made their way to the showers, all of them in real need of one. Stevie was bringing up the rear. When they got there, they found that most of the boys were ready for a shower and all of the spaces were taken. Brandon & Logan waited on a bench, Stevie a bit down from them. “Just fuckin’ perfect,” Brandon muttered to Logan. Logan nodded. They watched and waited. Then one of the refs shouted at the door, “Brandon, Logan ... you’re ride’s here. Filthy or not, I tried to warn her. Steven, you’re walkin’. Your ride had problems. You 3 though, all of ya made it!”

“God dammit,” Stevie shouted, “every fuckin’ time!”

Then Brandon had an idea. Frightening as it was, he looked up at the larger boy, noting his bald head, his dark skin, his gold earring ... “Stevie, we can give you a ride,” he offered, not at all surprised that all of them had made it.

Logan had had the same thought. It was a perfect chance to get to know him without danger of being killed in the process.

Stevie looked up, is jaw open. “You sure?” he asked, with no trace of belligerence.

“My mom won’t mind, trust me,” Logan replied.

“Logan’s got a pool too, maybe you could stay and cool off?” Brandon asked.

Stevie’s face was a mystery. A thousand emotions ran across it. “I dunno. I could use the ride and all - long walk and I’m beat - but I gotta get home. Mom’s at work and my brother, he’ll be pissed if I’m late. You sure and all?”

‘This from him?’ they both wondered, looking at each other in confusion. It was so out of character.

As they got into Rita’s car, Stevie said ‘hi’ in a pleasant voice. “Mom,” Logan began, “This is Stevie, he’s in our class. He needs a lift, OK?”

Rita smiled. “Yes, dear,” she replied, “Where to?”

“Uh, about 8 blocks past the park?” Stevie asked shyly, “4435 Parklane?”

Rita nodded and pulled out onto the road. “My, what a walk that would have been,” she mused. Brandon and Logan were both watching their passenger. “Thanks for the ride, ma’am,” he said softly, “My brother does this to me all the time.”

“Does he drive?” Rita asked.

Stevie nodded, his large gold hoop swinging. “He’s 21. He probably went in to work. Mom’s at work too. He’ll be mad if I’m not home when he gets there, though.” Both boys were stunned. THIS was NOT the Stevie they knew from school.

Rita passed him her cell phone. “Call him, dear. Tell him you got a ride and you’re stopping at my place for some snacks and to clean up.” Stevie’s face flamed. He did as he was told.

“Logan’s mom. Yea. Yea. That’s him, yea. Yes, she’ll be there all the time. By 6?” - Rita nodded - “ok, she said fine. Yea. No, I promise. Ok, bye.”

“6PM? Really, Stevie, that’s a long walk. You’ll have a bit of time at least. So are you all friends? I don’t recall Logan mentioning you.”

Stevie hung his head. “I don’t have any friends,” he said dejectedly.

There was an awkward moment of silence. It was Brandon who broke it.

“Dude, don’t take this wrong, but, uh, you scare me. I think maybe you scare everybody.”

Stevie nodded, but didn’t answer. They chatted about school and soccer all the way home, however, and the intimidating boy seemed to warm up to them a bit. When they arrived home, Rita suggested, rather pointedly, that they make use of the pool while she fixed something to eat. Brandon & Logan grinned evilly at each other as she went in. They all made for the pool.

“Your mom’s great, Logan,” Stevie said, his face downcast. “Mine’s always at work or gone.”

“What about your brother?” Logan asked, opening the gate to the back yard.

“He works too, tattoo & piercing studio, apprentice. He was gonna pick me up.”

They all stared longingly at the pool and its cool water. Brandon and Logan both peeled off their smelly and wet white T’s and took off their shoes. Stevie hesitated. “I don’t have trunks, guys,” he said, “I’ll just sit.” Shyness, Stevie observed, was not among their problems.

Brandon faced Logan, his eyes sparkling. Logan’s eyes were rapidly shifting colors, green to blue to flecked and back ... then deliberately, Brandon began to pull his shorts down. They both heard Stevie gasp. Brandon’s bare ass was towards him, and Stevie choked, “Dude, when I, uh, pulled you down, I wasn’t trying to ... what I mean is ... I wasn’t TRYING to de-pants you!”

Logan, already naked, was sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. His friend was up to something, and he didn’t want to miss a thing.

Brandon turned. “No problem, man. I thought you might want to be sure though.”

Brandon’s dick was just trying to harden, lengthening slowly. His scars were still an off-red tone and noticeable. Deliberately, he approached Stevie, whose eyes were darting back and forth between the two naked boys. “Dude, I’m not ... I mean ... what the hell ...” but words failed him as he stared at Brandon’s empty scrotum, loose and limp from the heat. Brandon stepped closer to the bald boy.

Stevie stared, his eyes confirming what he thought he had seen on the soccer field. Brandon’s bag was empty, and it DID have scars! He hadn’t been imagining it. Brandon was castrated, and from what he remembered from the showers at school, he had been circumcised too! “I wanted you to be sure,” Brandon said, “That’s all. I’m not ashamed of it. I had cancer and a bad infection. I’m lucky I still have a dick if not a foreskin. I know YOU aren’t cut, either. I think we were the only two. Now it’s just you.”

Dumbly, Stevie nodded. Then he paled and looked down at his shoes. “I’m sorry, guys,” he began, “I guess I’m just an asshole. No one likes me, and with this dick I’ve got, well, it’s embarrassing in the shower. Now that you got circ’d, I’ll be a freak even more.”

Brandon sat beside him, and Stevie flinched. “Freak? You? What about me? You’re not the one with no balls!” Then he smiled.

“How’s it feel?”

Logan was grinning openly now. There was more to this mysterious boy than met the eye, and Brandon was bringing it out well.

“Lighter,” Brandon offered, and they all laughed. Stevie pulled off his shirt, his earring swinging. He seemed to be loosening up. “How’s THAT feel?” he asked, meaning the earring, tugging at his own earlobe.

Stevie snorted. “Wasn’t my idea. I had an earring since I was a baby, Mom told me, but my brother put this bigger gauge one in. He has those circle plugs in his ears, both of them. I hate this thing.”

“Take it out, then,” Logan suggested.

“I can’t,” Stevie muttered, running a hand over his bald head, “my bro won’t let me. It won’t open either, I tried.”

Brandon looked to Logan and shrugged.

Logan stood up, showing his semi-hard dick and low nice-sized balls, then dived into the pool. Brandon, having gotten over being shy at least with boys his age, joined his friend in the pool. “Just strip and get in,” he said to Stevie. Both Brandon and Logan looked at Stevie who was blushing a little. Very slowly, Stevie put the thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his legs and off his feet. Stevie reached into his jock strap and pulled out his protective cup. At first he was going to dive in, but then had second thoughts, and yanked down and off came his jock. Both Logan and Brandon gasped as they saw the large sized and uncut penis. Stevie had low hanging balls just like Logan, but unlike Logan’s pinkish colored scrotum, Stevie’s was a light brown in color. His pubic hair was the same color black as the other hairs on his body. His balls were still hairless. With their attention fixed on him, Stevie walked over to the diving board and with a small run and a large bounce he jumped high into the air and did a almost perfect jack knife dive into the pool.

The boys swam around in the pool and even played some pool basketball with the floating basket.

As the boys swam around naked, Brandon kept catching a feel of Logan’s cock and balls. Logan

became hard as a rock from all this feeling up. He could not take any more and climbed out of

the pool. He went to one of the lounge chairs and sat down and leaned back. He took hold of his

dick and started a slow stroke. Stevie watched Logan climb out of the pool and it took all his strength to not make any rude comment about Logan’s hard on. His own dick started to get hard as he watched Logan grab his dick and start to jack off. Brandon was watching Logan as well as Stevie as Logan jacked off his tool. Brandon climbed out of the pool and sat down at the side of the lounge chair Logan was lying on. His own dick was just a bit harder than half hard. He took hold of his own cock while his eyes remained on Logan’s tool. Stevie kind of shrugged his shoulders to himself and climbed out the pool. He walked over to Logan and nudged his leg with his foot. Logan moved his legs and Stevie sat down where Logan’s legs once were. Logan sat up right next to Stevie so he could see everything also. All three boys had a view of each others boy parts. Brandon was enjoying the show the most. He had two different cocks to look at and two sets of low hanging balls to admire. He watched Logan’s hand pump his cut cock and would then watch Stevie pound his uncut piece of meat.

Hands flew up and down of boy poles, and balls and empty scrotum bounced and flapped around as the boys eyes wandered from one set of cock and balls to another. Each boy started to feel up

there ball bags and whatever may be inside them, and another hand would play with nipples.

The boys all thinking different thoughts as they choked there own chicken. Brandon thinking about

Logan’s cock up his ass, Logan thinking about having his own balls removed, and Stevie thinking

about having his foreskin cut off. He was a bit embarrassed, but it soon passed. He’d read somewhere that boys did this ...

Stevie was the first to cum, quickly in fact, as if he had been penned up for too long. Logan and Brandon heard Stevie start to grunt, and they opened their eyes and looked at his dick just in time to watch the first blast of cum shoot out of his uncut 7 inch hard dick and hit himself right on the chin. The second and third blast of semen landing on his chest, and the fourth blast hitting his belly button. Stevie had so much built up cum he had four dribbles of cum ooze out his cock and land in his pubic bush. Logan blasted next. He did not shoot as much as Stevie but he still had a good sized load of three small blasts that landed on his belly and two dribbles into his own pale bush. It took a little longer, but finally Brandon fired off one little rope of clear fluid that landed right between his thinning pale brown bush and belly button. He also had a smaller dribble that went into his bush.

When the boys were done with the afterglow of there orgasms, they all got up and dived back into

the pool. Their timing was perfect, for about then, the intercom went off. “LOGANNNNN, I have food ready ... in here or out there?” Rita asked.

“Out here,” Logan yelled.

“How’s your new friend - robe or not ?” she asked.

“Go for it, Mom!” Logan shouted, grinning, and Brandon began to laugh.

Stevie, still in shock from his bout of jacking off for the first time with other boys to watch, choked and nearly went under. Logan’s mom came out the patio doors, carrying a huge tray of steak nachos and cherry cokes. She was also stark naked. Stevie’s mouth hung open as he stared at her, admiring her ample breasts and shapely thighs openly. “OH - MY - GOD !” he whispered.

“Hello, boys,” Rita said warmly. “Enjoying the pool, Stevie? Eat up. Oh, by the way, I redialed your house and your brother said you could be a bit late, it was fine. I said you hadn’t eaten yet.” With that, she turned and left, her toned ass shaking at them.

The boys got out of the cool water and attacked the food. The day had been hard on them, and they were hungry. Stevie, however, appeared distracted. Logan was grinning at him. “What’s wrong?” he asked innocently.

Stevie choked and Brandon pounded his back. “Y-your mom was NAKED!” Stevie choked.

Logan laughed. “That’s my mom, alright.”

“Are you, uh, like, nudists or something?” Stevie asked, his voice shocked. Logan nodded.

“Must be nice,” Stevie sighed regretfully.

But Brandon sensed something else. Something wasn’t right. “Stevie, I dunno - this is probably a lot for you and all since you don’t trust well - but, you said you didn’t have any friends. And, well, before today, we were really scared of you.”

Stevie looked away.

“It’s an act, isn’t it?” Logan asked, his voice full of pity.

Stevie nodded.

“You don’t like being uncut and you don’t like the earring, do you?” Brandon asked, gently probing, “It keeps the hurt away? You feel like no one would like you any ‘cause you’re weird?”

Stevie nodded again, still looking at his bare feet and the puddle under him. “I can’t believe this afternoon, guys. I mean, here I am sitting naked with you both, eating, we jacked off just now together, your mom came out naked, you’re nudists, and Brandon’s a eunuch. Jesus Christ, man!”

They laughed. “It IS a bit much, isn’t it?” Brandon asked.

“Guys, please don’t tell anyone this. I mean, my brother ...” but he didn’t finish.

“Stevie,” Brandon nudged, “can I ask you something?” Stevie shrugged.

“Why do you shave your head?”

The dark boy ran a hand over his smooth scalp. “I don’t. My brother does it every morning. He has for like the last two years or so. He likes it.” He picked up another nacho. “He takes care of me and all with mom gone so much, but ... but, there’s times ... I just wish ...”

Logan interrupted him. “You wish he’d leave you alone?”

Stevie nodded. “If he found out I was here doing this, God, he’d ... he’d ... I dunno what he’d do. He talks, you know, says stuff about fags and all and how good women are and how much pussy he gets, but ... man, this is too much!” Stevie went for a towel and his clothing. Brandon noticed a bruise on his ass, and Stevie couldn’t have gotten it at soccer. “Can I go home now?” he almost begged.

But Brandon and Logan felt more. They looked at each other. “Does he hit you?” Brandon asked, “Or other stuff? I mean, Logan and me won’t tell a word. You think we want it out that we do this? I mean, c’mon. We were both afraid that you were gonna beat the shit out of us any given day!”

Stevie grinned at them. “I won’t tell. And I sure as hell won’t hurt you. You guys are pretty cool, and your mom, damn! Just do me a favor?”

They both nodded.

“Keep quiet, please?”

“Sure,” they said together.

“And one more thing?”

They leaned forward on the umbrella topped table, eager to hear it. After all, they’d just made up with the most feared boy in their class. They were both happy.

“Can ... can I come back here sometime?”

There was a pleading sound to Stevie’s voice that shouldn’t have belonged to someone like the boys thought that he was. Stevie looked gruff and dangerous, but inside he was just a hurting little boy with no friends. And some secrets, to be sure. What he needed was friends, affection, someone to run to. Someone to listen.

“Anytime,” Logan answered.

“Yea,” Brandon agreed.

Stevie smiled, something they had seldom seen HIM do before.

Rita drove him home without incident, and when they arrived, his mother met her at the door. They chatted and gesticulated as women often do, all smiles and such. Stevie had walked right past his mother, though, who didn’t seem happy to see him. Brandon and Logan exchanged looks with one another. “Something’s wrong here,” Logan said. Brandon nodded, thinking of the bruise and of a brother who would force-shave your head and make you wear an earring you hated.

***

The next few weeks and practices went without incident. It was usually Rita, who at Logan’s insistence and fear of Lois’ driving, who took them and picked them up. Stevie’s brother had been more than happy to let Rita make the trip past the park to bring his brother home. In fact, as the weeks progressed, Stevie loosened up a lot. He no longer balked at getting naked in front of his two new friends, and actually began to look forward to their jack-off sessions. Seeing Logan’s mom in the buff was just an added benefit, and both Brandon and Logan got a huge kick out of the way his mom would tease the already sexually confused boy. It seemed that Stevie was having a terribly ‘bi’ time of things in his lustings ...

It was about 3 weeks later that the letters came. Both boys had made the same team - the Dragons. They were to have red shirts and black shorts, with black shoes and red knee socks. Brandon and Logan were given numbers 13 & 31. They found that amusing. Stevie called the same day, uncharacteristically happy saying that he had been assigned to the Dragons as well, with the number 4. 1+3=4, as in 13 and 31, and they all found that odd.

The day of the first game came fast. They were to play the Knights, who wore black/silver shirts with offset silver/black shorts and black socks with a maroon stripe over black/silver shoes. All in all, the boys found their color scheme too involved. They all arrived near the same time, and surprisingly, Stevie arrived with his brother. He looked just like an older version of the boy, except for the muscles and tattoos on his arms and the large flesh tunnel rings in his ears. Brandon and Logan took one look at him and shivered. Stevie, was of course, still bald as ever, his freshly shaved scalp shining in the sun. Brandon had gotten his crew cut trimmed back to #3 on top and blended down to nothing over the ears and the back. Logan had had the underside of his bowl cut shaved out to the skin, with the pale blonde top coming down straight to just at his ears and eyebrows. The boys were all sporting their simple red and black scheme, and they had plans for battle.

Brandon, as usual, was the goalie. Logan played the field, small and fast and a ball-thief, while Stevie simply used his size and looks to mow down or scare off anyone in his path. They won the first game 3 to 1, and it was literally a romp. The Knights were, so to say, vanquished. Their only point came on a free kick from a small boy whom Stevie had taken down. The boy had looked frightened and hurt, and he WAS limping some, so Brandon had given him a mercy point. It was far too late in the game for the Knights to score 3 more and win, and he felt it was the right thing to do. If nothing else, it boosted the boy’s ego a bit. As the game ended, the victors were all highly charged as they headed off the field. Stevie’s brother had left before the end of the game though, having told Rita that his beeper had gone off and would she see to his little brother? Rita, as well as Stevie, had been all too happy about that.

On the way back to the car, she told them all about it. “He didn’t say a word to my face, boys,” she was saying, “He talked to my tits.” They all gasped. “Is there something wrong with my tits?” she asked innocently.

“No Ma’am,” Stevie assured her.

They arrived at Logan’s without incident. Logan was mentioning that next time it was Lois’ turn to drive. “Take a pill,” Brandon advised him. Rita was sniffing the air, though.

“Boys,” she said mildly, “I’ll go in and cook. There’s a heavily chlorinated pool out back - use it!” They all laughed. There was definitely something in the air. They had all just gotten ready to get naked and dive in when Rita came running back out. “Boys, I have to go pick up my husband ... his car’s dead. I’m sorry, but no pool until we get back. Stevie, I’ll call your mom on my cellular. Do be careful, please! Any requests?” They shot a list of things at her, as she flipped a wrist at them and headed for the car. Stevie watched her ass as she went.

The 3 of them, in the mood to celebrate and already worked up, suddenly found themselves alone.

The boys entered the house and made for Logan’s bedroom and Brandon closed the door. The boys looked at each other and then Logan pulled off his shirt. Brandon was next and his shirt landed on top of Logan’s on the floor. Both Brandon and Logan looked at Stevie and he pulled his shirt up and over his head. The boys first saw Stevie’s nipples. They were a normal nickel-size, and they were a nice pink color on his hairless chest and forming six pack. Their eyes went to his underarms and the boys saw about a dozen small hairs in each pit. Stevie dropped his shirt on the floor also. As one, the boys kneeled down and pulled off there shoes and socks then stood back up. Now all the boys were wearing was there soccer shorts and underwear. Logan and Brandon saw now that his knee socks were off that Stevie had a very small amount of hair on his lower legs, while they still remained leg-hairless. Logan pulled off his shorts and jock with cup in one pull. He now stood there naked. Brandon pulled off his shorts and boxers and also stood in all his naked glory. Both boys looked at Stevie and with a little blush he yanked down his shorts and jock with cup. Both Logan and Brandon looked at his cock. His dick was uncut and only Stevie knew his dark secret that he wished he was cut so he could be "normal" like the other boys at his school. His dick was about four inches while soft and grew to be a nice sized seven hard inches. Stevie had a good sized black pubic bush and a train of black hair that went up to his belly button. The boys smiled at each other and then Brandon and Logan moved closer to Stevie. Since he was the new member of the group they had decided without even talking to each other that they would get him worked up first and then see what happened. Stevie was confused sexually, and they knew it. Brandon leaned forward and took one of Stevie’s nipples into his mouth and started to suck on it. While at the same time, Logan got down on his knees and took the large uncut tool into his mouth. Stevie almost jumped out of his skin as he felt the hot mouths on his body. He had thought they would just jack off or jack each other off as before. He was not ready for these feeling, but then the feeling were to good, and he gave into them and enjoyed what was being done to his body. He felt two sets of hands start to roam all over his young body. Logan and Brandon felt of his teen body. He never thought of himself as going in for anything with other boys, but it was too good. He had to try it.

Logan felt Stevie's cock harden in his mouth. He used his tongue to work back the foreskin as the cock became larger in his mouth. The dick was soon too big and Logan had trouble breathing at first, then he started to breath through his nose and slowly he was able to take all 7 inches into his mouth and a little down his throat. Brandon was working on the other nipple and he saw Logan with the large cock in his mouth and he was amazed his friend was able to handle it. Stevie was really getting into the action now and he used his hand to lift Brandon’s head up so that they were face to face. He then pushed his lips onto Brandon’s lips and for the very first time, Stevie kissed another boy. Brandon opened his mouth and he felt Stevie’s tongue enter his mouth. He sucked on the tongue and then pushed the tongue back into its own mouth and then he felt Stevie suck on his tongue as well. While the boys did some tongue fencing, Brandon’s hands were playing with Stevie’s hard nips and Stevie did the same to Brandon. Logan, not wanting his friend and now lover to miss out on anything, reached up with his hand and took hold of Brandon’s soft dick. He started to play with it and to try and stimulate it as much as he could. Brandon’s cock responded to Logan’s hand and started to get fully hard. Instead of only getting half hard, his body must have been using up the last of his hormones for this time of lust filled sex, because his dick became almost rock hard, just like old times. Logan was happy to feel his friend’s cock so hard. It had been over a month since he had seen his cock this hard before. The erection was so strong that it pulled Brandon’s empty scrotum up tight against him, making him look smooth under his cut dick. Logan pulled off of Stevie’s large cock and stood back up. He did not want to waste any time and he lay down on his back on the bed. He grabbed the KY jelly out of his drawer. He called Brandon over and put some lube on his friend’s dick and rubbed it in so his whole cock was well lubed. He then lifted his legs over his head and handed the tube to Brandon. Brandon squirted some KY onto Logan’s hole and then used a finger to rub the lube around and then in to friends ass. When he was done, he pulled out his finger and slowly pushed his hard dick into Logan’s hot hole. Both boys moaned in pleasure as Brandon’s dick entered Logan’s love tunnel. Stevie did not know what to do so he got closer to watch the action. He couldn’t believe it. Brandon was going to fuck Logan in the ass! Logan took hold of the 7 inch cock and pulled Stevie closer to him so he could suck on the large tool once again. This time Logan just sucked on the head of Stevie’s cock as he jacked the skin up and down the boy's shaft. Logan loved the feel of the skin sliding up and down. Brandon was now thrusting his cock in and out of his friend’s silky ass. As he fucked Logan’s ass he enjoyed the feeling, but as he thought about it he knew he enjoyed being fucked more than he liked fucking. But he did not want to give up this chance so he slowed down his hips so he would last longer. Stevie bent a little and took hold of Logan’s hard dick. He started to jack Logan’s cock off. Brandon wanted to stimulate his lover also, so he started to rub and play with Logan’s low hanging balls. Logan was so worked up and the over stimulation from the double assault on his cock and balls that it was to much for him; he started to fire off thick ropes of boy cream all over himself. Watching the cum fly out of the piss hole was to much for Stevie, and he started to fill Logan’s mouth with his own cum. He fired off so much teen seed, that some leaked out of Logan’s mouth and dribbled down the side of his face and drip onto the bed. Brandon watched all of this while he kept up his long and slow dick thrusts. Logan pulled off of Stevie’s dick and swallowed the cum in his mouth. Not wanting to miss any, he stuck out his tongue and licked up the cum that he could reach that was on his lips and side. Stevie used his hand that he had been jacking off Logan’s cock and scooped up some of Logan’s own cum. He lifted his hand up to Brandon’s face, and Brandon sucked his fingers clean. Stevie scooped up more Logan cream and fed it all to Brandon who ate it all with a smile. Stevie was still rock hard, even though he had just cummed. He picked up the tube of KY jelly and used some to lube up his own dick. He had made a decision.

“I’m gonna fuck this boy’s ass, I can’t believe it, but I am.” Stevie thought.

He then got off the bed and the kneeled down behind Brandon. He used one hand to part open his ass cheeks and then pushed the tube up Brandon’s ass. He squirted some lube onto Brandon’s hole, then used his cummy fingers to push the lube up into Brandon’s fuck hole. When he pulled his fingers out he stood back up and put the tip of his rock hard cock at the entrance to Brandon’s ass. Just as Brandon pushed far into Logan he felt Stevie give a hard push. Brandon sucked in a lung full of air as he felt all 7 inches get shoved up into him in one hard push. Stevie was much bigger than Logan, and his cock filled Brandon as much as the enema nozzle had. He knew he had all 7 inches because he felt Stevie’s pubic bush and also felt his balls slap his butt cheeks. Logan watched Stevie enter Brandon’s ass, and then inside him he felt Brandon’s dick become even harder. Logan now knew that Brandon enjoyed getting it more than giving it. This made him super happy because he enjoyed giving it more than taking it. "I'm the pitcher and he is the catcher," Logan thought to himself with a small smile on his lips.

As Brandon and Stevie got into a rhythm, Logan's dick got hard once again. He could see Stevie’s butt cheeks in the mirror attached to the door, become dimpled and then undimpled as he long dicked his best friend and lover. He took hold of his dick and started to jack off. He played with his balls with his fee hand. He was enjoying the feelings that he got as Brandon’s dick hit his prostate. He wondered if Brandon would ever be able to do it again, and secretly hope that he wouldn’t.

All three boys got into a good rhythm. Logan jacked his cock and played with his balls as Brandon fucked his ass. Brandon had reached behind himself and took Stevie’s ass cheeks into his hands and he pulled Stevie forward when he was pushing his dick in. He was trying to get more of that hot cock into his hot ass. Stevie had reached around Brandon and was playing with Brandon’s hard dime sized nipples as he thrust his tool in and out of the tight boy hole. The sound and smell of sex combined with boy sweat from the game was thick in the air, and soon all three boys was dripping sweat again. They all started to breath hard as they sped up there thrusting motion.

Brandon could not hold out any longer, he yanked his hard penis out of Logan’s hole and jacked it two times, then he shot off. He shot a small string of clear fluid so hard it hit Logan on the lips. His next few twitches of his dick caused a small amount of clear fluid to dribble out and drip down onto Logan’s hand which was a blur of motion on his own hard cock. The feeling and added stimulation of Brandon’s fluid rubbing onto his dick caused Logan to fire a second, but not as large load of cum onto himself. Watching both Logan and Brandon shoot there fluids and feeling the hot ass get tighter on his rod, Stevie started to fill Brandon’s ass with his own spunk. All three boys lay down on the bed, panting trying to catch there breath from the hot action.

When they had rested up, Brandon got up and walked out of the room, and Logan and Stevie covered their mouths and giggled like school girls when they saw some semen run down the back of one of Brandon’s legs. Brandon returned with cherry cokes and Nutter-Butter cookies and then sat back down on the bed. As they munched on the cookies, Brandon sniffed the air. So did Logan. They all laughed. “I think we need a shower,” Logan suggested. They downed their sodas, belched thunderously, and headed for the bathroom.

“Damn!” Stevie said as the entered, “This is bigger than my room!” He looked all around at the huge bathroom. There was even a ceiling fan and the sunken tub was huge! Then he noticed the bench. “What’s this? Waiting area?” he asked, pointing at it.

Brandon and Logan laughed. “You might find out,” Logan said menacingly. Brandon agreed, and turned the water on. All three of them showered together, taking great pains to get each other clean. Logan and Stevie got hard again, but Brandon didn’t. As they rinsed off and Logan and Stevie jacked each other off again, Stevie said to Brandon, “I feel like we’re cheating you, man. Is it because of you being, well ... what I mean is ...” But he didn’t say it. He just stared at Brandon’s empty scrotum and the scars there.

“It’s OK, dude. Ever since I got my balls cut off it’s been tougher and tougher for me to get hard. I didn’t think I could live with it at first.” Then he looked down at his bare feet. He stepped out of the shower and onto the tiles, reaching for a towel. “If it hadn’t been for Logan, I’d have probably killed myself. You know what it’s like to wake up and not be hard, and not get hard no matter how much you try?”

Stevie shook his head. He’d never thought of himself as gay, or even wanting to do what he’d just done, but he had. He couldn’t imagine his dick not getting hard. He wanted to mention his other secret, though, but he couldn’t. Not yet. Brandon & Logan probably realized how fast he got off and how much he enjoyed sex with them for the first time. He just couldn’t say it though. He’d said too much already. He knew that they had to have seen the bruises.

“Besides,” Brandon was saying, “being fucked isn’t so bad at all. You can cum without even touching your dick.” But Logan’s eyes were sparkling blue ... Brandon caught it, and his heart skipped. He loved it when Logan’s eyes shifted. “What?” he asked.

“Speaking of asses,” Logan began, “Now that we’re clean outside, I’d guess somebody isn’t too clean inside, you know,” casting a sidelong glance at Stevie. “Tell me, Stevie, you know what an enema is?”

The bald boy shook his head.

“You wanna try one?” Logan asked deviously. “It’s a half hour drive to where Dad was and they’ll take a half hour to get back and time with a wrecker too. That and Mom has to shop for food!”

Brandon was trying hard not to laugh. Stevie was in for a surprise. Logan dried himself off a bit and ran back to his room. When he returned, his hands were behind his back. He held up the silver nozzle for Stevie to see. “Does that go where I think it goes?” he asked nervously.

Logan nodded. “Up your ass, buddy,” he replied, grinning.

“What’s it for?” Stevie asked, unsure if he really wanted it there. It looked threatening.

“It hooks to this,” Logan said, producing the white tubing. “Which hooks to this!” He then held up the red bag. Stevie raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the red thing for?” he asked.

“You fill it with water,” Brandon supplied helpfully, “and the tube fills your ass up with the water. It cleans you out.”

The light of understanding came to Stevie’s dark eyes. “Oh, man! My mom used to do that to me when I was little, only she had a small blue bulb thing with a straight pipe. I didn’t like it, guys.”

“This isn’t like a bulb, Stevie,” Logan said, “You won’t believe how it feels.”

Stevie thought for a moment. They had time. His brother knew where he was. He was probably busy and didn’t know where the house was. Logan’s folks were tied up with the car trouble. He didn’t know if he’d like it, but if his friends did it ...” Slowly, he nodded. He felt himself overcome with wanting to find out more of what these two new friends of his did for fun.

“Lay on the bench,” Logan said, “That’s what it’s for. I get one of these every week. And Brandon does too.”

Stevie did as he was told and watched Logan fill a pan with water. He had put a bar of soap in it, and it smelled of coconuts. Brandon was lubing up the nozzle, then lubed up Stevie’s ass as Logan filled the bag. He gently moved a finger in and out of Stevie, limbering him up. He then attached the hose, and Brandon attached the nozzle. Logan hung the bag up over Stevie’s head. It looked large and swollen. Slowly, Brandon began to press the nozzle against his hole. It began to slide in, and Stevie gasped. It was large, and he felt himself stretching to take it. When it slid in, he sighed. It felt good, and his muscles seized on it. He began to get hard again as it touched his prostate.

“Get ready,” Logan said, popping the shut-off clip open. Stevie gasped hard as he felt the warm water begin to fill him. He suddenly felt the urge to go, but fought it. He watched the red bag slowly flattening out as Brandon began to stroke his hard 7 inches, which not so long ago had been in Brandon’s ass. His belly began to swell, and he remembered the enemas as a kid - squirt and run. This was different. Logan watched for a moment, then walked over to curiously examine Stevie’s shaved scalp and earring. The bag was almost flat when the first cramp hit him. Stevie moaned, and began curl up, but Logan was there, massaging his belly and making the cramp subside. The bag was empty, and Stevie had to go bad, worse than he had in his life. Brandon moved the nozzle, and continued to jack him. He felt full, warm, and the hands that were touching him now weren’t going to hurt him. These hands were soft, their words kind. Stevie wasn’t used to that.

After what seemed like forever, Brandon pulled the nozzle and told him to go. His hard dick was left unsatisfied, and he relieved himself as Logan refilled the bag with clean water. “We do it AGAIN?” he asked. Logan nodded. Brandon grinned impishly.

“If we don’t wash the soap outta ya, you’ll be feeling like you have to go, burning inside, and can’t. It’s miserable, trust me,” Logan explained.

This time, Logan inserted the nozzle. The cramps weren’t as bad this time, and Logan jacked him slowly as he moved the nozzle around. His belly swelled out again and he began to sweat a bit. As Logan jacked him, playing with his foreskin as he did, Stevie felt the need to go coupled with the need to cum. He couldn’t stand it. He was just about to blow when suddenly Brandon was there to catch his ejaculation with his mouth. He couldn’t believe the feeling, nor believe how aggressive his new friends were. THIS had been the last thing he’d expected, but he found that he liked it. That scared him. As he fired another smaller load into Brandon’s mouth, he felt Logan pull the nozzle.

“Take a shower when you’re done and come back to my room,” Logan said, taking the equipment to the sink and washing it off in strong orange soap. “Don’t worry about gettin’ dressed, not yet, in dirty clothes anyway, until it’s time to go.”

Stevie did that, and as he showered alone, he hoped that no one found out. “I can’t believe I did this,” he thought, “I can’t believe I liked it!”

Logan’s folks arrived home not long after to find the boys seated at a table near the pool waiting. She handed them all large “Jack-in-the-Box” take out bags, which they attacked. When they had eaten, the boys dressed; Stevie was going to put his smelly uniform back on, but Logan’s dad offered him a pair of shorts. They were a bit big, but they got him home. Logan & Brandon watched as he made his way up the walk, his bald head down. As he opened the door, his brother pulled up and waved to Rita. He thanked them, then followed his younger brother into the house. The boys didn’t like the look on his face, nor the way Stevie had left them. And despite their fun-filled afternoon, they both had a bad feeling about it.

When the boys got back to Logans house, they stripped off again and went swimming. They talked about there new friend Stevie and tried to think of ways they could help there new friend and sex partner, as they relaxed in chairs in the dyeing sun of the day.

After it was dark and the boys enjoy a nice dinner with Logans parents, they went up to Logans room. They closed and locked the door. The made love to each other before falling asleep in each others arms, knowing that they were safe from danger.

THE END??