“Can eunuchs still get their dicks hard?”

“Depends. If they’re cut after puberty like you were, some can.”

“Can they shoot?”

He shrugs. “Maybe a little, but from what I understand, not much comes out, not like now, anyway. You probably won’t shoot much white stuff.”

“Because it comes from your balls?”

“No. You’ll still be able to jack off for a while yet, and you’ll shoot white stuff. It comes from your prostate or somewhere. If you feel like jacking off tomorrow, you probably won’t be able to tell any difference.”

At dinner, I sit at the table in my underwear, an ice pack on my ball sac. Mom’s baked me a cake. It’s not my birthday. It’s my first day as a eunuch. She says we’ll celebrate it each year.

We watch TV for a while and then go to bed. I don’t feel like fooling around. I’m sore down there; but it doesn’t hurt like I thought it would. I thought it would feel like I’d been kicked in the balls, but it’s just sore like any other cut would be.

I wake up. It’s light out. My dick is hard. I touch my ball sac. It’s still swollen and a little sore, but not as sore as the night before. I stroke my dick. It feels good. Rhyes wakes up.

“Are you jacking off?”

I nod.

“Do you want me to do it?”

“No. I’m still sore. I think I can do it without hitting my balls.”

I realize I’ve said, balls; they’re over on top of the dresser, but I don’t correct myself, and Rhyes doesn’t either.

I shoot; it hurts some; but my jism doesn’t look any different. It’s still white, and while there isn’t a lot of it, that could be because I came ten or eleven times a couple of nights ago. When I jack off the third or fourth time in a day, I don’t shoot much.

Days pass; the stitches fall out. The swelling goes down. My ball sac is mostly empty. I can feel some lumps; I guess is what’s left of the cords; but I’m no longer sore. Alex takes me in for a checkup, and the doctor says I’m fine and that I don’t need to come back.

I’m still jacking off, but not very often; and Rhyes and I fool around. He sucks me off, and I get him off once or twice a week.

Some weeks have passed. I wake up one morning without a hard on. I think it’s the first time I have, since I hit puberty. I wake up Rhyes.

“Look. I don’t have a hard on. I didn’t have on when I woke up.”

“Cool.” He fingers my empty ball sac. “You’re really a eunuch, now.”

“Yeah.”

I don’t even try to get my dick hard. I don’t want to jack off. Thinking back, I realize I haven’t jacked off for several days, even though this was my first day to wake up without a hard dick.

It takes more than getting your balls cut off to become a eunuch, I realize. You have to get rid of the stuff they make.

Well, I’m rid of it. I’m really a eunuch; and it’s cool. I rub my nipples, which are much more sensitive, and maybe, my tits have grown a little. I don’t want tits like a girl, but I want some like Rhyes. His are cool.

“You think I’ll grow tits like yours?”

“You want tits?”

“I don’t want big tits, but I want some like yours.”

“Cool. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I hear him in the bathroom. He comes back with a tube of something and hands it to me.

“What’s this?”

“It’s Mom’s progesterone gel.”

He squeezes some out and rubs it into my ball sac.

“Rub some on your ball sac every night. It helps make estrogen, which will help you grow tits. You might grow them without it, but it will speed up the process. I still use it now and then. I might start using it more often. I think I want my tits to get bigger.”

“I thought you don’t want to be a girl.”

“I don’t want to be a girl; I don’t want a pussy; but I want bigger tits. Eunuch tits turn guys on. I want them about out to here.”

He cups his hands over his tits. If they grow as large as he indicates, he would almost need a bra. They would definitely show beneath a t-shirt. Already, when his t-shirt drapes just right, I can tell he has tits.

“Who do you want to turn on? I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you; you’re my brother; but I like a little dick once in a while. Why don’t we go see Eric? It’s about time you got fucked. He would love to do both of us.”

“Who’s Eric, a boy from school?”

“Noooo. Eric’s a little older.”

“How old?”

“Twenty-two.”

“And he fucks boys?”

“No, he fucks eunuchs. He fucks me and another eunuch he knows.”

“There are more than just you and me?”

“Yeah, lots. There’re two at school that I know of, and I’m sure there are more. One guy I know hinted he might be done this summer. I wouldn’t be surprised that others have been. You’ll meet the ones I know, when school starts this fall. Dad said the doc that did us has done over a hundred kids, and he’s doing more all the time, one or two a week I heard.”

“A hundred kids! I know he said he’d done others, but I thought he meant two or three besides us. I didn’t figure he’d done a hundred.”

“Most of the ones he does are younger kids, young like I was, when he did me. He did one kid in my class last year, and that kid had already started puberty. I don’t think he wanted it done, but he was acting out, and he needed calming down.”

“Did it work?”

“Yeah, he’s cool, now, and he doesn’t even mind being a eunuch. You like being one, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I don’t get pissed all the time like I did before, and I don’t miss jacking off like I thought I would. It’s cool.”

“I’ll bet your dick is smaller.”

It was soft, but it did seem smaller.

“Do you think?”

“Yeah, a eunuch’s dick shrinks because it isn’t hard all the time. See if you can get it hard, and we’ll measure it.”

I rub it, and it finally gets hard, not really hard, but it’s as hard as it’s going to get. Rhyes has grabbed a ruler from his desk and measures it: three and a half inches. It has shrunk. Maybe, if I could get it really hard it would be longer, but it won’t get any harder. The last time I jacked off, it didn’t get very hard and I just shot a little watery stuff. It wasn’t creamy like before.

“Cool. It has shrunk,” I say.

Weird, isn’t it? Every time I’d measured it before, it was to see if it had grown. Now, I’m glad that it has shrunk. I want it to shrink more; I think two inches would be about right. That would be cool; a two inch dick that never gets hard. Mom waxes my pubic hair for me. It really hurt the first time or two, but it doesn’t so much anymore.

Rhyes had grown a little hair down there, even though he was cut before he started puberty, but Mom waxes him, too, so we’re both smooth above our dicks. She waxes my underarm hair, but Rhyes doesn’t have any.

The only thing I don’t like about how I look is that I have a loose flap of skin below my dick. About the only time Rhyes does is when he takes a hot bath.

Rhyes still wants his dick cut off, but I don’t think Dad – yeah, I call him, Dad – wants to pay for it. He was willing to pay to have our balls cut off, but he doesn’t care one way or the other about our dicks. Sometimes, I want mine cut off, too, but only if my ball sac is cut off along with it. I guess if a doctor did it, he would cut off my ball sac, but I don’t think Dad would pay for it, so I’m stuck with both, which is OK, I guess. I’m just glad I don’t have balls. I’ll bet when I started this story, you never expected to hear me say that.

It’s Friday night. School starts Monday. Devon is spending the night. He’s a eunuch, too. I met him at a movie once, and Rhyes later told me he’s a eunuch, but now that I know what to look for, I had already figured that out. Every once in a while, I’ll see a boy at the mall that I’m sure is a eunuch. I guess there are a bunch of us out there. Cool.

I look more like a eunuch all the time, but because I had already started puberty, I probably look less like one then kids like Rhyes that were cut before they started it. I wish I had been, but no use crying about it, now. At least, I’m starting to grow tits. I don’t have much, but I definitely have more than I did before. I guess the progesterone gel I put on my ball sac each night helps.

Rhyes is using it, too, and maybe his tits are bigger, but it’s hard to tell. He complains that they haven’t grown more. I wish mine were as big as his. I don’t think I want bigger ones. I’m a eunuch; I’m not a girl. I want eunuch tits not girl tits.

Rhyes answers the door. It’s Devon. He comes in. We go into Rhyes’ and my room and shut the door.

“So you don’t have balls either?” Devon asks me.

“I don’t got any. I’m a eunuch,” I say proudly. “You are, too, huh?”

“Not exactly. I’m a nullo.”

“No shit!” says Rhyes. “When were you done?”

I don’t know what they’re talking about. What the fuck is a nullo?”

“Right after school was out?”

“Fuck me! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Devon laughs: “Well if you’re asking me to fuck you, obviously I can’t. I couldn’t before; but I really can’t now. I didn’t tell you before, because I wanted to surprise you and be all healed up first.”

“Well, fuck. Let me see,” says Rhyes. He pulls on the waistband of Devon’s shorts.

Devon pulls away.

“Hold your fucking horses. Got any music?”

He starts swaying his hips like he’s doing a strip tease dance. Sometimes, Rhyes does one for me. It’s sexy as hell.

“Just fucking show me, OK?”

Devon pulls off his t-shirt. He has eunuch tits as large as Rhyes, but I already knew that. I’d noticed them poking against his t-shirt at the movie.

He pulls down his short; he wears nothing under them.

“Fucking cool,” Rhyes says, and I have to admit, it is fucking cool. All Devon has down there is a vertical pink scar.

“The doctor says the scar will pretty much fade with time,” Devon says.

“How do you pee?” I ask.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, leans back, and shows me a hole between his legs, a little below where his balls had been.

“A reroute,” Rhyes says. “Fucking cool.” He pokes me. “Fucking cool, isn’t it.”

I nod. I’m still staring at Devon’s crotch. Fuck! I want the same thing done to me. Even a two inch dick – mine is still a little longer than that – is too much. I want to be smooth like Devon.

“You just got cut this summer?” Devon asks me.

“Yeah.”

I was probably getting my balls cut off about the same time Devon was getting his dick cut off.

“And you had already started puberty?”

“Yeah.”

“I hear it’s rough on boys that have started puberty. They miss jacking off and all that shit.”

I shrug. “It probably would have been; but I had Rhyes. He was a eunuch, and he convinced me I’d like being one, too. He showed me I didn’t need balls for sex.”

“Can you cum?”

“Yeah, not as easily as Rhyes, but I can. My nipples are more sensitive, which helps, and what’s cool about it is that I don’t need it. I do it because I want to. Fuck! I used to jack off all the time, in the restroom at school and in the restroom at the mall.”

“Has he met Eric?” Devon asks Rhyes.

“Not yet.”

“You got to meet Eric. He’ll open up a whole new world for you. You ever been fucked?”

“No. Rhyes is the first one I ever did anything with. I fucked him, but no one ever fucked me.”

Rhyes laughs: “It wasn’t really a fucking. Even before his balls were cut off, his dick was only this long.”

He holds his thumb a few inches apart from his fingers.

“It was bigger than that,” I say; but I don’t know why: old habit, I guess. Hell, after seeing Devon, I don’t even want what I’ve got.

“Have you been over to see Eric?” Devon asks Rhyes.

“No. I’ve kinda been busy getting to know Jake. I told him we should go over to see Eric, but I didn’t think he wanted to, so I never mentioned it again. I figured he needed some time to get used to being a eunuch first. Have you seen him?”

“No, I was healing from my surgery.”

“What’s this all about Eric?” I say. “He’s some old guy, isn’t he. I’d rather get fucked by some kid my age.”

Devon rolls his eyes.

“A kid our age shoots his wad about two seconds after he sticks his dick in your hole, and he doesn’t give a shit about getting you off. All he cares about is shooting his wad. About the time you’re beginning to get turned on, he’s reaching for his pants. No kid my age seems to have even ever heard the word, ‘foreplay.’ The best part of sex is kissing, cuddling, and touching. Did you want to do any of that when you still had balls?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never been with anyone but Rhyes, and I got my balls cut off the day after I met him.”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t even give me a decent kiss, until I had sucked your dick about a hundred times,” says Rhyes.

“He fucking exaggerates,” I say. “He only sucked it a few times.”

“OK, I got you off ten times, at least. I should know. I swallowed about a gallon on your cum.”

This time, it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

“Yeah, right, whatever.”

“Well, anyway…now that you don’t have balls, I bet you like cuddling, kissing, and touching, don’t you?”

I nod. “Yeah, but this Eric still has balls, doesn’t he? Why is he any better than some kid?”

“Eric doesn’t have balls,” Devon says.

I feel my mouth drop.

“Huh? How does he fuck?”

Rhyes has told me some eunuchs call still get hard, and I guess I could get kind of hard, if I stroked my dick long enough, but I never do, because I want my dick to shrink. I don’t think I could get hard enough to fuck and besides – according to Rhyes – no one would want to get fucked by my four incher.

“He uses T,” says Devon.

“What’s T?”

“Testosterone. That’s the stuff your balls make that makes you a boy.”

I look down at my dick.

“Don’t even think about it,” says Rhyes. “That’s why Dad had our balls cut off, to get rid of the testosterone balls make. He’s not about to let you use it.”

“I don’t want to use it. I don’t know why anyone would. Why get your balls cut off, if you’re just going to put back the shit they make? You wouldn’t really be a eunuch, would you?”

“Technically,” says Devon, “if you don’t have balls, you’re a eunuch, but I agree with you. It kinda defeats the purpose: get your balls cut off; then add that shit. He’s not like us, though. Our parents had our balls cut off. He had his cut off. He says he wanted to control his sexuality; he didn’t want it controlled by his balls; besides, he just doesn’t like balls; he thinks balls are ugly. That’s why he only has sex with eunuchs. He says he can’t even get it up, if he’s with a guy that has balls.”

“Can’t he get in trouble for having sex with a kid?”

Devon replies:

“When they changed the law allowing parents to castrate their sons, they – intentionally or as an unintended consequence – put us eunuchs in a class of our own. We’re not boys and we’re not girls. Hell, if an adult can legally cut off our balls, how can they make it against the law for an adult to have sex with us? Some places, they’ve tried to prosecute adults having sex with eunuchs, but every case has been thrown out of court.”

“I didn’t even know there was a law that allowed parents to castrate their kids,” I say.

Rhyes interjects:

“You didn’t give Dad any shit about having your balls cut off, but if you had, he could have legally dragged you kicking and screaming to the clinic to have them cut off, or – if I hadn’t told you that you were having them cut off – he would have taken you for a ‘check up,’ and you would have come home from it without them. The doc was right about us being pioneers. We’re just the first. The school is recommending to parents of troublesome boys that they have them castrated. Eunuchs just don’t cause trouble like intact boys do. By the time we graduate, I’ll bet half the boys at school will have been castrated.”

“So, if we have sex with Eric or another adult, no one will care?”

“As long as we don’t catch anything from them,” Devon says, “no one will care, and there’s little chance we will, since our childhood immunizations protect us against sex diseases including AIDS. Hell, most of those diseases have pretty well been wiped out in America.”

“Dad won’t care?” I ask Rhyes.

“Ha,” Rhyes chuckles. “He can’t very well complain. He’s not a bad fuck himself, but mainly because he’s older and it takes him a long time to get off. Don’t expect a lot of foreplay from him. He might suck on your tits a little, but that’s about all.”

Talk about dropping my jaw: it about hits the floor.

“Dad fucked you?”

“Dad fucks me all the time. The only time he’s fucked me this summer is when you’ve been out with Mom. He’s told me he’s going to fuck you, but I think he wants to let you get used to being a eunuch. He’s the one that suggested I take you to see Erick. He knows Erick will give you an appreciation for being fucked.”

“Does Mom know he fucks you?”

“Sure. Mom had a hysterectomy and doesn’t like sex; but she realizes Dad needs it, and she’d rather he keep it in the family.”

“I didn’t know Mom had a hysterectomy.”

It must have happened while I lived with Grandma.

“Yeah,” says Rhyes, “about a year ago. Since then, she hasn’t wanted sex, but Dad was already fucking me, so it didn’t matter all that much to him.”

“And she won’t care if he fucks me?”

I was her own kid, after all.

“No. She marvels that he’s shown so much restraint: that he hasn’t fucked you already.”

I guess this explains some of the looks I get from Dad: like I’m a fresh piece of meat he wants to devour. I didn’t consider that he wanted to fuck me, but now, I can see that’s what the look is all about.

How do I feel about it? I’m not sure; but I think I want it. There’s always been something between us, since that first day in the airport, when he squeezed my hand so hard it hurt. He showed me then that he could dominate me, that I would do whatever he wanted me to do, which he proved the next day, when he had me castrated.

I mean: I didn’t even argue with him about it. Here he was about to have my balls cut off, and I didn’t give him any shit about it. I didn’t even tell him I didn’t want them cut off. I went to the clinic, climbed onto the table, and let the doc cut them off.

Of course, if Rhyes wasn’t already a eunuch and hadn’t told me how much he liked being one, things might have been different: not that I would have really put up that much of a fight. From the first, Dad had that kind of power over me. I might have argued some, but I would have let him have me castrated. Although I didn’t think it at the time, I think I wanted to give him my balls.

Now, I realize I want him to fuck me. That would complete his domination over me. I say:

“Let’s go see Eric.”

“Cool,” says Devon. “I want to show him my new look.”

Still sitting on the edge of the bed, Devon runs his hand over his bare crotch. I’m jealous. I wish I were smooth like him. I’m afraid Eric won’t like me. I don’t have balls, but I still have that ugly flap of skin that was my ball sac.

Rhyes heads for the door.

“I’ll call him.”

He comes back a few minutes later.