Of course, Rhyes and I can’t do much for him. Neither Rhyes nor I can get our dicks hard, not that we want hard dicks. Hell, we don’t even want our dicks. We’re hoping to have them snubbed, at least.

The door opens.

“Rhyes!”

He lifts Rhyes off his feet and kisses him. Both have their mouths open, and I can tell there’s a lot of tongue action going on. After a long minute, he sets Rhyes down swinging him around so both of them are facing Jason and me.

“Who do we have here?”

I don’t know what I expected, some manly dude, I guess, after hearing what a stud Eric was, but that description doesn’t fit him. He’s about 5’9”, brown hair and eyes, rather androgynous in appearance, neither feminine nor masculine. I would guess he was a eunuch, had I not already known he had no balls. He’s wearing pajama bottoms and a t-shit. His feet are bare.

Rhyes reaches out taking my hand.

“This is my brother, Jake.”

And turning his face toward Jason, he adds:

“This is Jason. He was castrated about a month ago and was given a penile nerve block, so it’s been a little rough on him. Even without balls, he was horny, but he couldn’t get off. He’s kind of hoping you can help him in that department. Even though he hasn’t had balls for a month, he’s still horny.”

I hold out my hand to shake Eric’s but he pulls me into his arms and kisses me instead. Next, he kisses Jason. It’s probably the first kiss Jason has had from a guy.

“Come in, Guys.”

We walk into the entryway; Eric follows us, shutting the front door behind him. Rhyes kicks off his shoes and pulls off his jacket. He speaks to Jason and me:

“Get naked. No one is allowed past the entryway wearing clothes.”

I look at Eric. Pulling off his t-shirt, he says:

“That’s right guys: my house is a clothes free zone.”

Always curious to see another eunuch’s genitals – or lack of them - I watch him push down his pajama bottoms.

His penis, although flaccid, is a good five inches long. His empty scrotum is a shrunken flap of skin below it. I don’t think he’s had it trimmed; I think he’s just been without balls long enough that it’s shrunk.

Eric is naked; Rhyes has already hung up his jacket and has stepped out of his jeans; Jason and I have only unzipped our jackets. Like me, Jason was busily watching Eric strip. Rhyes pushes down his underwear. He’s grinning.

“Well, goddamnit, strip, you guys.”

Jason and I hang up our jackets and strip. Rhyes and Eric, grinning, watch us. I don’t know what’s so fucking amusing. At home, Rhyes and I go around naked most of the time. Hell, we sit in the den watching TV naked. Mom doesn’t mind. We’re eunuchs, after all. It’s not like one of us is going to get a hard-on or something.

We’re naked. I glance at Jason’s empty ball sac. The swelling has gone down, and it’s an obviously empty flap of skin. His dick seems to have shrunk, but I guess that’s normal: he hasn’t had an erection since his castration and penile nerve block.

We follow Eric into the den.

“Have a seat,” he says, indicating the couches in front of the TV. He slips a DVD into the player. Grinning, he says to Rhyes:

“Remember this?”

The video starts. Rhyes and Eric are naked on a bed. Rhyes head is thrown back; his mouth open; I see his chest rising and falling. Eric has his hands under Rhyes butt lifting it off the bed. The camera moves; someone must have been shooting the video.

Eric alternates licking Rhyes empty scrotum and his butt hole. I glance at the live Eric. He has an erection; his cock has grown to, at least, seven inches. It’s strange to see a hard cock above an empty scrotum.

I’m turned on; my cock is about half hard, as hard as it gets anymore. I glance at Jason. I call tell from the look on his face he’s turned on, but because of the penile nerve block, his cock hasn’t stirred. I don’t have to look at Rhyes to know his hasn’t. Rhyes’ cock is permanently flaccid. As I said before, he doesn’t remember ever having an erection.

In the video, Eric scoots up until his cock is nuzzling Rhyes hole. That Rhyes moans – definitely a moan of pleasure – as Eric’s cock slides in. With my left hand, I’m rubbing my right tit. My right hand is between my legs stroking my empty ball sac. The only time I touch my dick is to wash it. Even though it might feel good to stroke it, I don’t. I want to be rid of the damn thing.

Fuck! If I keep this up, I’ll climax. My tits have become so damn erogenous, as has that area between my legs, where my empty ball sac is.

The live Eric stands, walks over to Jason, and holds out his hand. Jason takes it. Eric pulls him up from the couch and onto the floor between us and the TV.

Pushing Jason onto his back, Eric kisses him. Jason kisses back. Eric kisses Jason’s ears, his neck, and slides down to kiss Jason’s nipples, alternating between the left and right nipple.

He slides farther down, pausing to tongue Jason’s navel, and then slides down farther, until his head is between Jason’s legs. He pays no mind to Jason’s cock, since the nerve block would prevent that giving Jason any pleasure, but he sucks Jason’s empty scrotum into his mouth, tugging on it.

Raising his head, turning it toward Rhyes, he says:

“Get me the lube.”

Jumping up, Rhyes takes a tube of lube out of an end table drawer and hands it to Eric.

“Thanks.”

After smearing it on his middle finger, Eric inserts that finger into Jason’s hole. Jason’s eyes widen. He’s about to get fucked, and he knows it. I almost hope he’ll protest – I want to Eric to fuck me instead – but he doesn’t.

As Eric’s cock slides into his butt hole, there’s a sharp intake of breath from Jason. Eric humps him slowly, pausing to kiss him or nip at one of his nipples. I’m amazed at Eric’s control; as old as Dad is, he would have long since cum.

Jason’s legs are drawn up; he’s clutching Eric’s butt cheeks, drawing him to him, helping Eric plunge his dick in all the way, while Jason thrusts with his own hips. His eyes are closed and the corners of his mouth are drawn down in a grimace showing his clenched teeth. Instinctively, I know he’s about to cum.

I slip off the couch onto the floor beside them. I want to see Jason cum. He’s been without balls for a month. Will his spunk still be white and creamy or will it be clear and watery? Will he shoot or will he have a dry orgasm such as the ones I have? Eric grins at me.

Jason’s dick, although limp, is lying on his abdomen. I hear him moan. Spunk, white, although somewhat watery, oozes from his dick.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck!” he says.

“I’m cumming,” Eric says.

He shoots his load into Jason’s ass, so I don’t see his spunk. He hasn’t had balls for years, Rhyes tells me, but he uses testosterone, so, although sperm free, his spunk is probably still white.

His eyes still closed, Jason lies on the floor panting. After kissing the corner of Jason’s mouth, Eric rolls off onto the floor beside him. Amazingly, his cock is still hard.

Eric pushes me back until I’m lying supine on the floor beside Jason. Leaning over me, he kisses me, while cupping my right tit in his hand.

“Nice tits; you’re beautiful,” he breathes into my mouth.

I can’t answer; he’s already plunged his tongue into my mouth. He pinches my nipple; I almost orgasm then and there. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

I scarcely realize that he’s inside me; I’m already in the throes of an orgasm, one that goes on and on. I’ve had multiple orgasms before, but I’ve never experienced anything like this. My fucking by him is one long orgasm, which obliterates any details of what he actually does to me. He’s transported me to a different place, one in which the orgasm is the only thing that exists – the only thing that matters.

I think I faint or something; because, when I open my eyes, the three of them are sitting on the floor beside me, looking down at me. Jason speaks:

“Fuck! I thought you were going to die or something. If that was an orgasm, that was one hell of an orgasm. Mine was great: the best I ever had; but it wasn’t anything like that.”

I want him to shut up; I’m not ready to come back yet; so I don’t answer. It’s too late, though: I’m back.

When I’m able to sit up, Jason and I watch as Eric gives Rhyes his turn. Rhyes, too, is transported to that other place. His orgasm goes on and on.

Eric later fucks Jason again, and Eric has another orgasm; but it’s a boy’s orgasm like the first one. Perhaps, Jason needs to be without testosterone a little longer; perhaps his body has to be trained how to have a eunuch orgasm.

I had loved jacking off; I had loved to shoot, to watch spunk shoot from my cock; but that was just shooting – cumming. Those orgasms were firecrackers. The orgasm I just had was a nuclear bomb.

Losing my balls had increased my sexuality not diminished it

“How did you like it?” I ask Jason, after we leave Eric’s.

“Fuck! It was awesome. If I’d known it felt that good, I would’ve had a dick up my ass long before now. I wish I could have an orgasm like yours, though. Do you think E would help?”

“Probably. You’ll grow tits, though. You might even grow some without it.”

“I don’t care. I like yours and Rhyes tits. I wouldn’t mind having some like them.”

I shake my head in wonder. A month ago, this kid was all boy. Tits would have been the last thing he wanted. What a difference a month without balls made.

I couldn’t stand Jason when he had balls. Now, he’s cool.

Christmas vacation:

Since Grandma is paying to have me snubbed, Dad pays for Rhyes’ snubbing. He even pays for a scrotal reduction for me. Rhyes doesn’t need one; his ball sac has been without balls so long that it’s pretty well shrunk to nothing.

Our dicks are cut off at their bases; there’s nothing left to grab. It’s not as cool as a reroute, but it’s better than having a dick. We each have a little wrinkled skin that was our scrotums.

Since we can’t pee standing, and our pee holes aren’t down between our legs, Mom has to buy splash guards that fit on the toilet seats. We sit to pee, and the splash guards direct the pee down into the toilet.

Back at school:

I’m astounded at how many boys have been cut during Christmas vacation. Eunuchs outnumber intact boys five to one. A few, boys from well off families, have reroutes – I’m jealous of them – but the others are snubbed or have penile nerve blocks.

Many of the boys that still have balls, those good at sports, have their dicks snubbed or have penile nerve blocks. I feel sorry for them. Their balls are still making testosterone; they’ll want to jack off; but unless they can find a way to cum without a dick, they are going to become pretty damn frustrated.

Perhaps, it will make them better at sports. They’ll have to take out their frustration that way. At least, it requires a sports exemption for a boy to keep his balls but have his dick immobilized or cut off, and once they’re through with sports, I’m sure their balls will be cut off. Getting rid of a boy’s balls and the testosterone they produce is society’s goal, after all.

Fall term later that year:

The castration law was modified earlier this year. Unless a boy has a sports exemption, he can’t have balls, and those with sports exemption must have penile nerve blocks or a penile snubbing. Unless you can call a boy with balls and a penile nerve block intact, there’s not one intact boy that’s passed puberty at my school.

A boy is allowed to keep his balls until he’s reached puberty, at which time his semen is collected and stored, and he has his balls and dick cut off or his balls cut off and is given a penile nerve block.

At home, I watch a TV show about a kid just through puberty. He’s in trouble all the time; he jacks off. Finally, he’s taken in to the doctor. The nurse collects semen from him. She preps him and takes him into the operating room. The doctor greets him, snips off his balls and snubs his dick. Afterward, rid of testosterone, the kid is happy.

I’ve talked to younger kids, ones that haven’t reached puberty. They can’t wait until they have reached puberty, so they can have their balls cut off. Most, like me, want to be snubbed or have a reroute. Anymore, having his balls cut off is a boy’s rite of passage.

Dad no longer has balls. If a man already has kids, he must be castrated, and if he doesn’t, he has until the end of the year to produce one, after which he must submit to castration. I tried to talk Dad into being snubbed, but he had a penile nerve block instead. I like him better, now. He was OK before, but he’s a better father, now he doesn’t have balls. Of course, he can’t fuck us anymore; and I miss that some, but overall, I like him better, now that he’s a eunuch.

To set an example for the nation, the President of the USA submitted to castration and a penile nerve block. I saw him on TV holding up a bottle that had his balls in it.