Prince's dad was sipping on a drink called "Jesus Juice", it was wine cooler served in a diet coke can. A beverage that often worked wonders on reluctant boys who needed to relax.

"Oh Applehead, you are home," his dad said addressing the boy with the nickname he had bestowed on him. "Did you enjoy your sleepover sweetheart? Did Chuck take good care of you?"

"Yeah dad, he took real good care of me all right," Prince Micheal said with little enthusiasm as he rubbed his still tender rear end. Prince did enjoy himself but just at the moment he felt very sad. Whenever Prince saw his dad with another boy he could not help but feel the sharp sting of rejection. Prince was a gorgeous boy, everyone said so, so why did his father need to seek out the company of other boys? It didn't seem fair.

"It's good for boys your age to form friendships away from home," his father continued, "You should branch out and meet new people. Have new adventures."

"Where's Blanket?" Prince asked. Blanket was his little brother. His name was really Prince Micheal II but no one called him that.

"Oh Blanket is spending the weekend with his new friend," Jackson said.

"Anyone I know?" Prince asked.

"Why yes. He is with that nice Mr. Armstrong, the man with the boat." Prince knew Mr. Armstrong all right. The man was pretty kinky when it came to sex with little boys. Prince wondered if he would tie up Blanket as he had been bound himself and then paraded nude before Armstrong's friends . He hoped know. That bondage stuff was scary. The best thing you could say about Armstrong was that the spankings he gave were only in play. They hardly hurt at all.

Prince Micheal glanced over at the young boy swimming in the pool and hated him. He hated the boy for being loved my his dad and thus depriving him of what was rightful his. But Applehead realized that, for his father, the stunning young blond was most likely just a passing fancy, his latest conquest. His father would show the boy off to his friends as other men might show of a trophy and then discard him for yet another young boy. Few of his father's relationships lasted more then six months. Oh Prince knew that from time-to-time his dad still saw Elijah Wood and that "Home Alone" kid who was his Godfather. But that was different. They were adults now and so too old to share a bed with his father. But even so, Price felt an intense jealousy toward the young boy who his father had spent the night entertaining, thinking of how his father had knowingly sent him, and his little brother, into the arms-and the beds-of other men just to have a night alone with the blond beauty.

The nude blond boy was now climbing out of the pool, the water dripping from his lean but muscular form. He brushed the long hair away from his perfect face and sky blue eyes. The boy noticed Price but made no effort to cover his nudity. He walked over and said, "Prince, I'm so glad to finely get to meet you. I'd hug and kiss you but I don't want to get you all wet. Why not get naked an join me in the pool?"

It was then that Prince recognized the blond. It was none other than Cody Vincent the latest boy singing sensation. Cody was said to have the looks of a young Arron Carter, the voice of Billy Gilman and the acting ability of Haley Joel Osment all wrapped up into one neat little package. Clearly this was not just another boy who his father found playing at Neverland. Cody was a star in his own right, although not as big as Prince's father. No one else was that big.

Prince regarded his father's new flame with a critical eye. Cody's face and compact athletic body were perfection itself. The boy would be prized by any man. But then Prince gasped in astonishment. He noticed that Cody was not a perfect boy at all. Far from it. Cody was not even a boy in the proper sense of the word. He was, in fact, a castrato. Where his little boy balls should have hung there was just smooth perfect skin. Someone had dose a very neat job of slicing away the child's balls. There wasn't even a scare. Although this was the first castrato Applehead had seen he realized that Cody had been done by a master cutter. Shock and awe, was all Prince could think, shock and awe.

But that was not the only oddity about the young eunuch Prince found standing before him. Cody's dick looked very strange indeed. The shaft was very short-too short-and it was not tapered like an uncut dick. Instead it had a rounded end like a cir'ed prick but unlike a cut dick there was not a little pink acorn shaped head. It was impossible to say weather the kid had been circumcised or not. The too short cock looked like something in between. Cody's wang looked different from all the other dicks Prince had ever seen. It didn't look right.

Prince was staring in amazement. He heard his father say, "Applehead don't be rude to your new friend. Gawking is not polite."

"It's okay Micheal," Cody said. "Applehead looking at my crotch like that doesn't bother me at all."

"You're a eunuch," Prince managed to say.

"Sure I am," Cody replied sounding almost proud of his mutilated genitals. "Are you really so surprised? I was fixed when I was ten. Don't be so shocked. In the olden days it was done to lots of really great boy singers. I'm not the only Castrati. around. There are others. In fact your dad thinks that castrati might soon make a comeback."

"Society just needs to be more excepting," Prince's father supplied. "Some people say it's wrong to castrate boys but that's just ignorant, so very ignorant. Just like when they said I slept in an oxygen chamber or had plastic surgry to look like Elizabeath Taylor. How can people be so ignorent?"

Feeling thrilled but also a bit dizzy Prince sat down at the patio table with his father. After drying himself off Cody said down as well, but in Prince's father's lap. As he made himself comfortable Cody had a satisfied smile on his face. He knew the power he had over Prince's father and clearly relished it. The young eunuch also realized the power he had over Prince. As a eunuch Cody was not just another boy, Cody was exotic. He had a mystery and an appeal that other boys lacked. Not male, or female, he occupied two worlds.

Ordinarily Prince would have been annoyed at the new "boy" for being so familiar and indeed possessive with his dad. But Prince was not angry. Cody was seated with his knees spread wide apart affording Prince an unparalleled view of the other child's remarkable and strangely interesting crotch. Prince's father reached down to play with the little eunuch's strange truncated dick and Prince enjoyed watching that as well. Prince's little dick was hard and standing at attention under his shorts.

"Did it hurt?" was Prince's first question.

"You mean the castration? No, not a bit," was Cody's answer. "I was up and back on my feet and walking around only a few days later," Cody said proudly.

"Did you want it done?"

"Not a first," Cody replied. "But i agreed to it before I was cut. We all did, everyone of us."

"What do you mean by everyone?" Prince asked. "Who else knew?"

"My family is very close," Cody said. "Right from the start my dad said that no one was going to cut my balls off unless everyone in the family understood what would happen and was okay with it. That way there wouldn't be any unhappy feelings down the road. So we all sat down for a family meeting, my parents, my younger and older sisters, my little brother and my grandmother. Dad explained about castration, what it meant and what it would do to me. You should have seen my grandmother scream and carry on! She was ready to call the cops. But eventually she calmed down when she realized how much my singing career meant to me and that I really did want the operation."

"You had a family meeting where everyone sat down and talked about you having your balls cut off?" Prince asked in disbelief. "I would think that would be really demeaning. Weren't you embarrassed? I know I would have been."

"The only really embarrassing part came after we decided to have it done and we needed to come to some agreement on what sort of castration I would have."

"What sort?" Prince asked. "Is there more than one way to cut your balls off?"

"Sure there is," Cody answered. "My mom and grandma felt that I should have fake balls put in to replace the real ones they were going to take out. That way I'd be able to pass for a boy in the shower room. But my dad said that since it was all ready decided that I was to be a castrati that I should be a proud castrati. Why try to pass yourself off as something you are not? Why try to look like a boy if you are not a boy? That's phony! My sisters felt that they should leave the sac just in case I wanted fake balls later on. But in the end my dad won. He told the doctor no to fake balls and remove the sac as well."

Prince felt dizzy. All this talk of castration was so strange and Cody seemed so matter of fact about it. How could any kid talk about having his balls cut of as if he were talking about about having his tonsils out?

"Cody you make it sound as if boys have their balls cut off all the time," he said at last.

"Applehead for a kid with such a cool dad you are awfully provincial," Cody replied reproachfully. "No one ever said that castration was fun or easy. I didn't enjoy having by balls cut off. But my singing career is more important than having two little balls dangling down there between my legs. If my dad didn't have me done my singing would end with puberty and I didn't want that. I don't want to be just another boy. Don't you see that they had to come off, and why should I miss them? You must know that you, and Blanket, started life in a test tube. Everyone knows that there is no more biological connection between you and your dad then there is between me and your dad. So why should having balls matter? Your dad didn't need them."

Prince was mad that Cody had mentioned that. It was like Cody was trying to steal his dad away from him. "What happened to your dick Cody?" Prince shot back. "It looks sort of weird."

Cody was flustered by that but he didn't want to show it. "When I preform before an audience I feel happy and excited," he explained. "That would sometime lead to me getting boners. Boners are a distraction when on stage so my dad took me to the doctor to fix the problem. The doctor suggested that we might want to have my dick taken out at the root and my dad agreed it was probably for the best. But I wasn't ready for that. So in the end we decided on a penal decapitation."

"Penal decapitation?" Prince asked. "What's that?"

"Applehead," his father explained, "the head of the penis is it's most sensitive part. The doctor removed it from Cody to keep him from getting erections which Cody didn't need or want. And it worked too. Just look," Micheal played with the boy's too short shaft but it remained as soft as a noddle." No erections but Cody still can enjoy me holding it and he can still stand to pee like a boy."

"Better enjoy it while you can," Cody said.

"Why?"

"It dosen't really do anything anymore except get in the way so I've asked to have the rest of my dick removed. My dad and the doctor have agreed and so it's coming off next week. Soon I'll be totally dickless, a full nullo. The doc is going to reroute my pee hold much lower and feather back. That way I'll be able to piss while seated like a girl. I figure that no dick at all is better than only half a dick."

(To be Continued)