But I soon realized that mom's conversation was one sided. She was talking on her cell phone and by the sounds of it she was talking with her new boyfriend Steven. "Steven," she said, "It will be so good to have you all to myself tomorrow night." "No, that's no the reason at all," she giggled like a school girl. "Maintenance has done wonders for Max. He is the perfect little boy, so loving and well behaved." "Alright, I will admit that I do enjoy having him off my hands once every two weeks but what parent wouldn't?" "That's not the reason for his maintenance, well it's not the only reason for it." "I'll see you tomorrow." "I know what you are going to do for me and I can't wait!" "I love you too." "Bye for now."

Steven, gees I could not stand the guy, always telling me that the only thing he wanted was to make my mom happy. Right! What Steven really wanted was to get into my mom's pants, and by the sound of things that would happen tomorrow night when I was safely out of the way.

Mom walked out onto the patio and noticed me stretched out on my back on the lounge chair. "Oh hi honey," she said. "I didn't know you were home." She leaned down and gave me a little kiss on my forehead and taking a moment to servery my nude body she added, "You're really looking good Max. I can see your muscle tone has improved and the tan looks great. I'm afraid my little son is going to break some hearts."

"What's Steven going to do for you?" I asked.

"Oh nothing much," mom replied sort of mysterious like as she drew up a chair and sat down next me. "He's just going to keep me company tomorrow night, that's all." And then growing a bit more serious she said, "Max it wasn't easy for me when you had your first session. I was very afraid for you and I needed a man to comfort me."

"He is going to do it to you isn't he," I said. "At 9 PM when Grant is giving me what I need Steven is going to be giving you what you need. And he's going to do it in our house." I could just see the two of them going at each other like wild rabbits and enjoying it all the more because they would know what I was going through at the same time. Perhaps they'd even do it in my room, and on my bed. I wouldn't put it past Steven.

"Sweetheart," she said as she ruffled my hair and placed a hand on my cheek, "Why do you even ask? Sex is no concern of yours and never will be. It's something you'll never understand or value. Why are you acting this way? The doctor who fixed you assured me that the operation would leave you both incapable and disinterested. You're not suppose to care about what people do in bed. And you're not suppose to feel jealousy."

"Maybe not, but sometimes I wonder what I am suppose to feel," I replied. "What did you feel that day when you drove me to the clinic and signed the papers?" I had never before asked her how she felt when she ordered my castration. How would any mother feel about ordering the sexual death of her son?

"Your operation closed some doors forever, but it set you free," she replied. "Max, you'll never suffer from the wild insatiable animal like hunger men feel. Please try to understand sweetheart, I did you a favor. You're better for it."

"It was a favor I never asked for," I replied.

"Nancy warned me about this," mom said. "Nancy told me that a day or two before a maintenance session her Cody becomes nervous, agitated and difficult to handle and that you would too. Don't worry sweetheart, I understand. This will not be going into your punishment journal."

Nancy was Cody's mom and the punishment journal mom referred to was a new addition to my life. Every other day mom would grade my behavior and note any transgressions. Grant could access the journal on line and decide if I needed 'extra attention'.

Suddenly I felt extremely naked. I used my hands to cover my nullo place. This only made mom laugh, "Max you don't need to cover yourself up," she said. "There's nothing for you to hid."

This made me mad and I got up to go to the house. But on the way mom gave me a playful slap on my bare butt, "Wow! Nice and firm!" she said.

Rubbing my butt I turned and said, "Screw you mom!"

"Now Max I'm afraid that that little outburst will find it's way into your journal young man.

I dressed and rode my bike to Cody's as fast as I could. I rang the door bell and Grant answered and said, "Oh hi Max. I'm afraid you missed Cody. He is out shopping with his mom and sister and I don't expect them back for a few hours at least."

"Oh," was all I said and I just stood there. Grant could see I was troubled but he didn't ask why. He just asked, "Would you like a Coke?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Then follow me," Grant said. I followed Grant to his work shop which was a large, well lighted, open spaced room filled with all sorts of tools and projects. In one corner stood an ancient but well restored red and white vending machine. It must have been about a hundred years old. No kidding, it looked like something out of an old World War II movie. Grant fed it a coin, pushed a button and out dropped, not a can as you might expect but, an old fashioned blue glass bottle of Coke. Grant used a small pry like tool to remove the top and then he handed me the frosty bottle. Tentatively I took a sip and found that it was good, so I sat down on a work bench and dangled my legs over the edge. I took another sip of Coke and I found that I felt much better.

I need to finish this project Max," Grant said as he turned his attention to a boy sized spanking bench he was working on. "The client needs it next week."

"Why next week?" I asked.

"That's when he'll be returning from his honeymoon."

"He just got married and he already has a kid?"

"Yes," Grant replied. "The client came into a windfall, he married money and lots of it. His new wife was a resent widow who inherited a bundle from her first husband. The only fly in the ointment as far as my client is concerned is that he is now the proud parent of a 12 year old step son. He needs to manage his new money and his new kid and that's why he needs this bench. Upon returning from Hawaii he'll introduce his recently acquired son to the new world order."

"You mean to say that there is a kid who lost his dad but he gets a new dad and the first thing the new dad does is buys him a spanking bench?"

"That's life," Grant said.

"Life sucks," I replied.

"Don't say that Max. Don't even think it. You are far too young to be so cynical."

"My mom has a new boyfriend," I said.

"Do you like him?"

"No."

"I'm not surprised. Boys your age often feel displaced when their moms find new love."

"I'm not a boy."

"I know, it was just a figure of speech."

"Grant, am I a freak?" I said and I don't even know why. It just sort of slipped out.

"No, Max you are not a freak," he said. "Who put that idea in your head?"

"But isn't that the way most people would see me, as a freak or a weirdo," I replied. "I guess on a good day I might be able to pass as a cripple, a mutilated boy. A creature to be pitied, if not reviled, like Jojo The dog faced boy."

"I never met anyone who went by the name, 'most people'", Grant said.

"My mom things that because I'm a eunuch I'm docile and easy to manage. She thinks that I'll never have anymore interest in sex than a small child."

"Is she right?" Grant asked.

"I don't know, but what if she is?" I said. "I don't really know what it did to me, my castration I mean. I know I can't beat off or do it with a girl but did it change my mind? Did it change my personality and my temperament?"

"Max," Grant said. "I can't answer those questions. I'm sorry sport but I'm afraid that I can help you."

"But maybe you can help," I said. "I've never met another nullo my age but I'd like to. Can you help me do that?"

(To be continued)