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It was The Day. There we were, a whole class full of eleven year old boys waiting in line for the inspection. We were all stripped down to our white underpants, and trying our best to be brave. It was easier for some of us than others, of course. I had nothing to worry about: I was top of the class, and would be nowhere near the cut. The other Simon, though, my near namesake - he was not likely to be so lucky. Where I sailed easily through classwork, he struggled with even the most basic problems. He wasn't mentally subnormal as such - but he wasn't very bright. And not very bright boys would tend to breed not very bright children, or so Miss Stubbs our class teacher had explained. And these days there wasn't much place in society for those who weren't very bright, not since the menial jobs were all done by machines. So it was kinder to them, and to society at large, to nip the problem in the bud, by making sure that those boys who really shouldn't breed, couldn't breed. And today was the day for our junior school and my class. Today, we would all go one by one into the medical van - and some of us would emerge a teensy bit lighter than we went in: an eleven year old boy's balls really don't weigh very much at all. You never knew exactly when they were going to come. The medical truck visited a different school each day - and never advertised the day in advance. Presumably, they didn't want the bottom half of the class disappearing the day before. Not that they would ever do half a class. Perhaps one in ten at most. But if you were in the bottom half, you had to be feeling an itch down there, wondering if your number might just be about to come up.... or rather, go down. By two. I wasn't worried about my balls - at least, not about losing them. I was worried about having some nurse seeing them, and maybe touching them. Only my parents got to see me naked, and they never touched me down there. It was going to be so embarrassing. About half of the class had been through by now - and all had returned complete with their balls. Not that any clipped boy would return; they would leave the van by the other exit, and be taken off to start their new life in a special school set aside for not very bright boys who weren't really boys any more. Eunuchs were subnormal, after all. They were treated with kindness - but very differently from normal boys. They would be happier in their school, Miss Stubbs had said. True, they had to wear shorts then, and for the rest of their lives. And they'd never get to vote, or have children. But they wouldn't have to do the academic work they found so difficult, and they would be trained up for jobs they could do well - those few manual tasks machines did not do well, but they would get satisfaction from. And most importantly, they would not be kept around rough boys once they were ball-less - boys who might take advantage. I didn't know what she meant about taking advantage then; I do now. It was strange, watching the different reactions of the boys as they came back. One or two were crying, either from embarrassment or relief. More than one pulled down his undies in front to flash his tiny dick and balls, and show he was still complete. And the funny thing was - one of the cry babies was the toughest boy in the school; and one of the flashers was normally so shy he hardly spoke. I guess you never can tell how people will react until their time comes. And it was almost Simon's turn now. He was standing in front of me. We were next to each other in the register - Simon James and Simon Jones (that's me) - but so far apart in every other way. I could see tell from his back that he was terrified. He was about my size, but today he seemed much smaller. He was hunkered,. cowering. His little undies had ridden up inside his crack and I could see most of his bum, but he wasn't bothering to try and pull them into place. I guess the prospect of having your balls cut off in the next few minutes tends to stop you sweating the little things. Finally Max Ivers was coming back - grinning broadly. He was a nasty boy, Max, and the last in line before poor Simon. He grinned, and pulled his undies down below his plump little balls - still sitting proudly under his bald penis. "Take a good look, Si-Si-Simon. It's the last pair you're going to see for a long while." He burst out laughing, and I wanted to punch him. It was so mean: I could tell from Simon's shoulder's that he was crying. I couldn't blame him; but it was kind of funny, too, seeing Max's childish tackle flopping about. I found myself grinning, even as the nurse's assistant was led Simon out to the van. I expected to wait quite a while. After all, cutting a boys balls off must take longer than just feeling them up. I tried to imagine what was going on in the van, but shied away at the thought, and found myself crossing and crossing my legs in unconscious sympathy. Poor Simon. It hurt so much when you got hit in the balls... what must it be like when they cut them off? But then, amazingly, there was Simon, grinning from ear to ear - and stark naked. He was swinging his underpants around in his hand, flaunting he little package at us. They hadn't done him. His balls were still there. It was a miracle. Beside him, the nursing assistant was grinning at his shameless display. She couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen, and she held out her hand and gave me a warm, reassuring smile. She seemed really nice - so nice, and so pretty, that I was really embarrassed at the thought that she was going to see my bare bottom and my willy in just a few moments. I tried hard to be brave, though Grownups don't cry when they have a medical - and that's all it would be for me, as for the other normal boys. I let her lead me out to the van. It was cold outside. I felt my skin come up in goosebumps in the two seconds between entering the school playground and getting into the van. Then it was warm again. The van was surprising spacious. There was a medical table to one side, with a fresh paper sheet on top and above it a strange metal contraption that I did not recognise, but now know was a pair of stirrups designed to hold a little boy's legs safely out of the way while a nurse nipped his manhood in the bud. The other side of the mobile surgery was empty save for a chair beside a small desk. The chair was occupied by an older woman - she seemed ancient at the time, but was probably in her thirties, who introduced herself as Nurse Beatrice. "Well, Simon," she said. "Aren't you a brave boy? Not making a fuss, like some. Now, let's take a good look at you. Mary - would you do the honours?" I felt the assistant's hands take a firm grip on my underpants, and pull them down to my knees. I blushed instantly, but tried to be brave like she said. I had one woman looking at my bare bottom behind, and another in front of me staring at my naughty bits. It was completely, utterly embarrassed. I thought it could not get any worse, until Nurse Beatrice reached out and took hold of my penis. I flinched back, but the assistant was ready for that. She pushed me forward. I shuffled towards the nurse, my movement impeded by the undies, the more so when they dropped from my knees to my ankles. "Just step out of them for now, dear," said Nurse Beatrice kindly. "We need to take a proper look." I don't remember that much of the next minute or two. The nurse and her assistant discussed my various attributes as they inspected me. The nurse felt and sized my balls and penis, then made notes in a book on the table beside her. Then she had a brief, medical discussion with the assistant that went over my head - both literally and figuratively. What happened next, though, that I can never forget. "Now, we need to check out your jaw, Simon. Open wide like a good boy, and bite down on the ball Mary has there." Mary's reached round from behind me something that was a bit like a wrist watch, but with a longer strap and a rubber ball where the watch should be. The rubber ball was just big enough to fit in my mouth. Innocent and obedient, I opened wide. Mary slipped the ball inside. It was hard to bite down on it, because it was so big, but I tried. Mary did something with the strap behind my head. Strange. she seemed to be tightening it, like she was going to lock the ball in my mouth. I think that was when I had the first inkling that something was going wrong. "I can't believe they fall for it every time," said Mary behind me.. Nurse Beatrice laughed. "They're none of them the brightest bulbs in the pack, are they? But that's the whole point, isn't it? It works like a charm, and we don't have any nasty screaming to upset the others. Makes everything go so much more smoothly. Come on then, Simon, let's get you sorted, shall we. Hop up onto the table." My bad feeling started to get worse. This was taking longer than it should. Simon hadn't taken this long. Simon.... Oh no. This couldn't be happening. What were they talking about - "screaming", and "not the brightest bulb". And why had Simon walked out of here with his balls.... Surely, they couldn't have, wouldn't have.... Oh my God! They'd mixed up the two Simon's! They thought I was the stupid one. They were going to cut off my balls! I had to tell them! I had to get this gag out of my mouth before they made a terrible mistake. I reached behind for the straps, but the assistant slapped my hands away. "No you don't, mister. We don't want you making lots of noise and upsetting the other children, now, do we?" Yes we did. As much noise as possible - something to bring Miss Stubbs here before they made a dreadful, irreversible mistake. Nurse Beatrice stood up. She was still smiling, but it was a lot less reassuring now. "Come along now. You're not the only boy we have to geld today. Let's get this over and done with. Come on - march. Get your little bottom on that table before I smack it." I ran for it. It was my only chance. I had to get out, naked as I was. If I could just get to Miss Stubbs.... They were ready for me. They were obviously used to little boys who had strong opinions about keeping their balls. I never even made it to the door. The assistant had me by the left arm; Nurse Beatrice had me by the right. I was trapped. But I wasn't giving in easy. I was going to fight for my balls. I struggled for all I was worth. "Stop making such a fuss," said Nurse Beatrice, angrily. "This is ridiculous. You must have known this was coming. Little boys like you can't be allowed to grow up to breed. Didn't your teacher tell you that? Or were to stupid even to understand that?" I tried to speak, to explain, but no sound could get out past the gag. I tried rolling my eyes, making facial expressions - anything to communicate. Nurse Beatrice pursed her lips. "Right, that's it. I'll be putting anaesthetic in your testicles, young man - but not your bottom. And if you don't start co-operating right now, you're going to be one sore little boy by the time we get down to business." A spanking. The prospect was dreadful. I'd never been spanked. Not even once - either because my parents didn't believe in it, or because I was naturally an obedient boy and had never driven them to it. But compared to losing my balls, even a spanking didn't seem like such a big deal. I kept on struggling - and I was so afraid, so desperate to keep my balls that I actually managed to break away from the assistant for a while. But not from nurse Beatrice. She held onto my right arm, even when I brought my left round and tried to punch her. She'd been through this too many times before. No doubt all boys fight hard when they're fighting for their boyhood. As hard as I struggled, the end was inevitable. Within a minute, I was lying on my back on the table. My wrists were secured to the sides of the table by straps which I had not even noticed until too late. My legs were secured at thigh, ankle and knee in the stirrups. I was completely helpless. The assistant was looking daggers at me, and nursing a split lip. Nurse Beatrice was unharmed - but clearly very angry. "Mary, are you all right?" "Yes, nurse. Just a bit sore." "Not as sore as this brat is going to be. I promised you a spanking boy, and a spanking you're going to get." I was fighting against the restraints, but it wasn't doing any good. I was completely immobile. But if there was an upside - at least she could hardly make good on her threat - not with me flat on my back. At least, so I thought. "Okay, Mary, lift the stirrups." "With pleasure, nurse." The assistant went over to the side of me and pressed a button. That was when I understood what the stirrups were for. I felt my legs being lifted remorselessly upwards and outwards. If I thought I had been exposed before, I was wrong. Now I was splayed, helpless. My bottom, my naughty bits, my bum hole - everything was on display. I was also starting to be very uncomfortable. The stirrups kept on lifting, until my ankles were past my head, and I was virtually bent double. I was so close to my penis, if it had been just a little bigger I could have sucked it like a lollipop. I was going to have a real close up view of my spanking - and the deballing to follow. "Put a pillow under his back, Mary. We wouldn't want him to be uncomfortable, would we?" The assistant grinned and did as she was told. In a moment, I was nicely propped up and looking through my spread legs and past my exposed willy and balls at Nurse Beatrice. She was smiling at me, but not in a nice way. The assistant patted my bottom almost affectionately, but the look on her face made it clear that she was enjoying my humiliation, and looking forward to seeing me being spanked. But then, it probably wasn't that long since she'd been subject to spankings herself, and children always enjoy watching when it's someone else on the receiving end. Heck, I'd see a few friends spanked over the years, and enjoyed it every time. Now it was my turn. Amazingly, the immediate prospect of a spanking actually drove my fear of being nutted into the back of my mind. My eyes were focused entirely on Nurse Beatrice's right hand, which was lining up with my exposed bare bottom. I was only small, and her hand covered both cheeks when she rested it on my bottom. For a strange, brief moment it was oddly comforting. Then she drew it way, way back. Her hand came back, quick and hard, smacking me fully on the most rounded part of my bottom, with all the nurse's strength and weight behind it. If I hadn't been gagged, I would have screamed. It didn't just hurt. It was the single most painful thing I had ever experienced. I had known a spanking would hurt, but this was unbelievable. I had no time to get used to the pain before another spank landed, and another. Each one was more painful than the last. My bottom felt like I'd sat down in a scalding hot bath, and could not get up again. And the water just kept on getting hotter. I couldn't scream, but I could cry, and I did. The spanking had barely begun and I was sobbing like a baby - and completely focused on my hot, sore bottom. For the moment everything else, even my impending castration, was forgotten. Every time I blinked away the tears, all I saw was my bald naughty bits bouncing about between my spread legs, and beyond that Nurse Beatrice with a grim expression, her hand descending rapidly towards my exposed cheeks. She was showing no sign of slowing down, let alone stopping. I was making grunting noises through my nose, but otherwise, the only sound was the loud slapping of her hand smacking by bare bottom. Then, at last, she stopped. My bottom was on fire. I had never thought that anything could hurt so much. I just carried on sobbing helplessly, not even struggling against my bonds any longer. All fight had gone out of me. I was a helpless, well-spanked little boy - and I wouldn't even be that for much longer. In a matter of minutes, I was going to be a well-spanked little eunuch. Nurse Beatrice blew on her hand to cool it down. She smiled at me with grim satisfaction. "I bet you're sorry now, aren't you, you silly little boy?" I nodded. I could not help myself. "I should think so. Now let's get on and get these little chaps removed, shall we?" She reached out and caressed my balls. I shook my head, but not very strongly. I didn't want more spanks. My bottom was soooo sore. I don't know whether it was that, the feel of her hand on my naughty bits or just plain fear, but my willy started to get stiff. In a moment it was standing at its full two inches. Nurse Beatrice laughed. "Look at that, Mary. Isn't it cute. It's so tiny." "And it's not going to get any bigger...." "And it won't be doing that much longer, either!" They laughed together, enjoying my shame and humiliation. "Okay, Mary. Let's wash up." The left me there, splayed out, sore - and staring at my stiff little penis. It was pointing at my face accusingly - or maybe looking for comfort. It was so close to my lips I swear I could have kissed it if I'd just lifted my head a little more - but I was intent on other things. I craned my head to the side and blinked away my tears, trying to watch what the grown-ups were doing. They were washing their hands in a sink against the far wall, and chattering to each other happily - completely obliviouis to my shame, humiliation and pain. Then, far too soon, they were on their way back. They were both wearing surgical gloves. Oh my God - they were going to do it, they were actually going to do it. "Ready, Mary," said the nurse. "Prep him." The assistant was carrying some kind of swab. She wiped down the area of operations, paying particular attention to my balls. It was so strange, lying there bent double, my penis and balls only inches away, watching a feminine hand cleaning me up so gently, and knowing that in a moment, another female hand would be gelding me like a young colt. My little penis swelled even more, bocoming so stiff it actually hurt - though the pain was nothing beside the soreness in my freshly spanked bottom. Then the cleaning was finished, and Nurse Beatrice was standing over me, a needle in her hand. "Here we go then. Ready?" I shook my head. She smiled. "No, they never are." She leaned forward and pushed the needle into the skin beside my balls. She had lied about it not hurting. I winced, and burst into fresh floods of tears. "Now, we need to get this little fellow nicely taped out of the way," she said, flicking my penis. "But we can't do it while it's like that. You're a bit young, but needs must. Will you do the honours, Mary." "With pleasure." And then, to my amazement, Mary began to play with my little willy. It was one of the best, and one of the worst, experiences of my life: my first and last wank, and it was done by a pretty teenage girl, while I was spread out, helpless, waiting to be nutted. It didn't take long for me to have the only orgasm of my life - though a dry one, of course - and then Mary neatly taped my shrunken willy out of the way as I lay there gasping. I was almost delirious by now. half convinced this was all just a nightmare. But it couldn't be. The pain in my bottom was too real. There was no pain in my balls, though. In fact, they had no sensation at all. Nurse Beatrice was prodding them, and I couldn't feel anything. She tapped them sharply, and I didn't even flinch. I just stared at my balls, trying to capture this moment, fixing it in my head: the time when I still had balls. They were so tantalisingly close. "Okay, he's ready. Scalpel." Mary's hand came into the little theatre framed by legs, and handed a scalpel to Nurse Beatrice. She nodded thanks, and leaned over close to my balls, the unwilling stars of the show. I'll say this for her: she didn't waste any time. She drew the scalpel right down the middle of my sac. It bled, but not as much as I had expected. Her assistant reached in with some kind of cloth to soak up what little blood there was. She moved back, and the nurse squeezed gently on the skin around my left ball, manipulating it gently. It popped out into the open, a small grey, blood-smeared kidney bean dangling on a little stalk. Nurse Beatrice took it between her fingers and pulled it away from my body. I felt an ache then, but don't know to this day whether it was real or just a ghost pain - only there because I knew that this really should hurt so much. I watched, crying quietly as she tied off the cord with some surgical string. then the assistant handed her a small, sharp pair of scissors, and with a simple little snip I was half way to being un-manned - or more accurately un-boyed. She placed the pathetic little testicle into a small metal dish. "One down, one to go, eh?" said Nurse Beatrice. "Soon be over now. And just think - no need to worry about getting hit there. No need to worry about girls, or getting spots or becoming all hairy. You'll be a nice smooth little boy forever." "With a tiny little winkle," said the nurse's assistant from the side, rather more nastily than was necessary. True, I had split here lip - but what was that, compared to being gelded?. "Mary," said the nurse, frowning. "Sorry, nurse." Nurse Beatrice nodded, then turned her attention back to my balls - or rather, ball, singular. I prayed desperately for an earthquake, a fire - anything. Maybe Miss Stubbs would realise something was going wrong and come to my rescue. I was still a boy. They could still sow me up again. My life could go on as before. I had a few precious seconds left. If only.... She squeezed, and out popped my right ball - more easily than the last. I watched in disbelief as she tied it off, only inches away from my face. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as I prayed for something, anything to stop this. But nothing did. She picked up the scissors again, lined them up carefully above the point she had tied off the cord.... and snipped off my remaining ball. I wasn't a boy anymore. I was a gelding, a eunuch. I burst into renewed floods of tears. "There, there," said Nurse Beatrice. She patted my bottom comfortingly - the same bottom she had spanked so thoroughly a few short minutes ago. "All done now." She dropped the second ball - no longer mine - into the same metal dish, then brought it right up under my nose. The two little balls looked so small and pathetic in the dish. They were so insignificant - but without them I was no longer a boy. "See. Were they really worth making such a fuss over these? You'll hardly miss them. And you'll be happier at the special school, with lots of other little... boys... like you. Now, we'd best get you sowed up. There are other little boys waiting for their turn." And then, too late, there was a loud, worried knocking on the door. Miss Stubbs had finally come to see what was going on. There was a big fuss afterwards, of course. I missed most of it, having been rushed to hospital. Not that there was any point to that. They could hardly un-castrate me. But I didn't belong in the special schools, I was too bright for that, and they didn't know what else to do with me. I stayed there for two week recuperating - and then it was back to school. Everyone was strange around me at first. After all, boys who were gelded normally didn't come back. It was embarrassing, too - not least because I was the only "boy" in short pants. Eunuchs had to wear shorts - it was the law. And while everyone knew I shouldn't have been gelded, they weren't about to change the law just for me. The other Simon wasn't around in school. The van had closed up shop that day, but a different nurse had come back the following day, and poor little Simon who had been so proud of keeping his balls found himself strapped down where I had been the day before, with a close up view of his own gelding. Two others were also done that day - but I only heard about it at second hand, on my return. If I had thought that was the worst embarrassment I would suffer, I was sorely mistaken. My parents sued the school district, and the case ended up getting national attention. We won, of course, and the compensation was generous - but nothing could compensate me for what I had to go through: not just in being castrated, but also in the courtroom. It turned out that all the operations were filmed - and I had to sit there in the courtroom while everyone got to see and hear me being spanked on my bare bottom - and worse, get a grandstand view of my naughty bits, my stiffie, and finally my gelding. Worse still, now that it was in the public domain, the film was shown and reshown on television and circulated permanently on the internet. I no longer had any secrets, or any dignity. Everyone at my new senior school had seen every detail of my most intimate parts, and what had been done to them. Even that wasn't the worst - that came when some of the older boys twigged that as a eunuch, I wasn't really a boy; that my tiny soft penis was easy to ignore: and that a gelding doesn't get pregnant when fucked up the butt. My grades began to suffer as I spent most school playtimes stuffed full at both ends. I swear, between the ages of twelve and fourteen, every time I belched I could taste boy cum. In the end, my parents spent most of the compensation sending me to a private, and very understanding, girl's school. It saved me, but I still cried myself to sleep most nights, thinking of how much better my life would have been if I'd been allowed to keep my balls. |