For Your Own Good 3


By: ^Paolox3_ ([email protected])

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[GAY] [TESTICLES] [NULLIFICATION] [MINOR]


Michael finds out what he's in for, and what kind of friend Sam 
really is.

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For Your Own Good 3

     Harvey was dead.  
     Quite dead.
     The implications of his death were spinning through Michael’s 
head as he finished his shower and put his bloody gym clothes into 
a laundry chute.  He wasn’t even aware of the fact that he was the 
only intact boy in the dividerless gym showers, nor did he care.  
He didn’t even sneak any glances around at his classmates to see 
who had balls, or lack thereof, or who had a penis and who didn’t.  
He put his white sweatsuit back on, and feeling very self-conscious 
about his closely buzzed head, pulled the hood up.  There were no 
strings to tighten it, so pulled it as close as could and kept 
looking down at the floor.  There were specks of red here and 
there, and his stomach was turning.
     He felt something touch his shoulder.
     Michael came up off of the bench between the rows of lockers 
and screamed.  He made for the door, not bothering to try and dodge 
the puddles of water on the floor.  When one of the burly black 
guards who were helping to clean up the mess caught him, his socks 
were very wet.  “Put him down, man,” he heard someone say.  It was 
Sam.
     Sam, his roommate whose order had killed Harvey.
     Sam, the very strong, well built black kid who thought he was 
a cute, if not puny, white boy.
     Sam, who, thankfully, didn’t have a penis.
     Michael stared at the slightly hairy and dark legs in front of 
his downward gaze.  A bit of water dripped now and then, and his 
socks were uncomfortably wet.  He felt the strong hands holding him 
up off of the floor begin to release him, and felt another hand on 
the back of his neck.  “Mikey,” he heard Sam say softly, “you OK, 
man?”
     The next thing he knew, Michael was in Sam’s arms which held 
him tightly against the muscular youth’s wet body.  He drew in a 
sharp breath, and then his slight body was wracked by painful 
sobs.  Suddenly he felt himself spun around as Sam pushed his head 
towards a trashcan, pulling his hood back at the same time.  
Somehow Sam had sensed that Michael’s mystery lunch was about to 
make an encore appearance.
     “C’mon, get up,” he heard Sam say when he was finally done 
vomitting, “Lemme get dressed and we’ll go.”  
     Michael felt Sam’s arm tighten around his slight shoulders.  
He obediently followed Sam back to the bench, keeping his eyes 
closed.  After what felt like forever, he heard Sam say, “C’mon” 
again and felt the pull of his strong arm.  He kept his eyes shut 
as they walked, his wet socks leaving small footprints on the 
polished hardwood floor.  He let Sam lead him, not trusting 
himself.  It was too much to believe.
     “All I did was steal some stuff,” he choked.
     They stopped.  “What?” Sam asked.
     “Why’d they put me in here?” Michael sobbed.  Then he pulled 
away from Sam’s grip.  “I stole stuff.  I didn’t rape anyone, I 
didn’t really hurt anyone, all I did was steal ‘cause no one would 
take care of me.  And I sure as HELL didn’t KILL anybody!”  And 
with that, Michael broke and ran.  He had no idea where he was 
going, he simply ran.  His mind raced from image to thought to 
idea.  There probably was no way over the fences.  If a door were 
locked, it would have to scan his ID.  But he didn’t know where 
anything was.  He wasn’t even sure he could find his room.  
Suddenly he wanted to be in his bed, where it was warm and safe and 
behind a locked door and he wouldn’t have to know anything.  Then 
he heard him again.
     “Goddammit, Mikey!”
     It was Sam.  
     Sam, whom he thought, would protect him. 
     Sam, who had just killed Harvey.  Michael froze.
     What if Sam told the Mainframe to detonate him?
     Then he was there.  Right in front of him.  There was a 
familiar guard behind him as well, the guard who had duty in their 
dorm.  They were both looking at him.  Sam’s face was pained.  They 
stared at each other.  Sam reached out a hand, but Michael took a 
step back.  A stab of pain shot through his forehead, driving the 
slight boy to his knees.  His hands were on him then, pulling him 
up and into a tight embrace.  “N-n-no,” Michael choked, as Sam 
pulled him close again, “Don’t hurt me.  P-p-lease don’t b-blow my 
head off too!”
     “It’s alright, man, I got ‘im now,” Sam said to the guard.  
The guard nodded and said something unintelligible to his handheld 
radio.  The pain stopped.  Michael’s knees buckled, and Sam swept 
him up in his arms.  “Let’s get you somethin’ and put you to bed, 
Mikey.”  Michael didn’t answer.  “Where’s he gonn’ go anyway?”
     “True,” the guard agreed.
     
     When they arrived back at the dorm room, Ned was there 
waiting.  Michael opened his eyes as Sam placed him on his feet.  
He stumbled over to his bed, and Ned began to undress him.  “I hear 
you had a bit of excitement,” the physician’s assistant 
bantered, “a run in with Harvey.  Asshole.  I won’t miss HIM.  Now 
then…” But Michael pulled back as Ned absently folded the white 
sweatshirt and handed it to Sam.  “What give, Mikey?” he asked.
     Did they not know?  How could Ned not know, if they’d summoned 
him here?  Then Michael heard a small sound.  He turned and saw 
Cheng, sitting up in his bed.  His eyes were bright, and looked 
happy.  His short, black flat-topped hair was a bit smashed down, 
but there was a definite sparkle to his strangely colored 
eyes.  “Didja really SEE it?!” the Asian eunuch suddenly piped up.  
Michael began to tremble.  He looked back and saw Ned filling a 
hypodermic with something from a small bottle.  He took a step 
back, and yelped as Sam’s strong hands closed on his bare 
shoulders.  “Did Sam really do him in?” Cheng demanded, with a 
broad grin on his face.  
     Michael nodded.  He couldn’t find his voice.
     He felt as if he were dreaming.  Sam pushed him gently back 
towards Ned, who caught his wrist and pulled him back to the bed 
where he sat.  He could hear Cheng chattering about Harvey, but he 
couldn’t make it out.  He felt dizzy and his stomach was churning 
again.  Fast as it came on, Ned was faster.  The needle fell to the 
bed and in an instant, Michael’s head was in a small bucket.  He 
retched for quite some time.
     “Always be prepared,” Ned muttered, pulling the badly shaking 
boy back up into a sitting position.  But he then pushed Michael 
back over onto his back and rolled him.  He pulled Michael’s white 
sweats down and stuck the needle into his left butt cheek.  A 
strange feeling of warmth and relaxation spread quickly through the 
boy, and he felt himself going limp.  Ned continued to strip him, 
then tucked him into bed.  He found that he couldn’t move, but that 
his head seemed to be clearing a bit.
     “You can talk about it tomorrow, Mikey,” Ned said, absently 
rubbing a hand over his stubbly scalp.
     “Mikey,” Sam offered, “You don’t know the WHY on why I did 
it.  Harvey had it comin’.  Been comin’ a long time.”  There was 
anguish on the black youth’s face, and his eyes were 
sincere.  “Before you judge me, hear it out.”
     Michael nodded, feeling his bed warm under his skin.  He was 
relaxed.  The trembling had stopped, and Ned offered him a drink of 
water.  “Why, then?” he asked.
     Sam sighed and sat down on his bed.  He glanced at Cheng.  “It 
all started when me and Harvey got here,” he began, “We came at the 
same time.  You know what I did, well, Harvey did more.  See, he 
didn’t use to be like he was.  He got put in here for rape.  He 
liked boys – a LOT.  After a while, we got to be buddies.  The 
problems started when they told us about our cuttin’ options.”  Sam 
paused and wrung his hands.  He was beginning to sweat.  “Anyway, I 
was better built.  Harvey was solid, but he wasn’t as strong as 
me.  We had a while, we did some tests, took some exams.  I 
qualified for guard training and early graduation, Harvey didn’t.  
That pissed him off, but, when he found out that he was gonna get 
castrated, he freaked out.  Guess he didn’t believe the stories.  
He wanted the early graduation thing bad, but then when I told him 
what they were gonna do to me, he really lost it.  See, Mikey, 
that’s why I don’t have a penis.  To stay strong and grow up into a 
big man like they wanted, and the docs said I would, I had to keep 
my balls.  Harvey kept his cock, for all the good it did him.  I 
got a penectomy, Harvey got castrated.”  Sam paused again.  He 
glanced from Michael to Cheng then back down at the floor.  Michael 
noticed that the guard had left the room and closed the door.
     “Go on,” Cheng added anxiously.
     “It took me and Harvey a while to heal up.  I mean, once you 
get your cock cut off, it’s pretty much over.  No sex, no matter 
how bad you want it.  Like I said, it used to get me in a lot of 
trouble.  But Harvey had just lost his balls, and the effects of 
that weren’t right off, you know.  He healed up fast, but he could 
still get it up and all.  You know, he liked boys.  For a while he 
could still whack off.  He got caught fuckin’ other guys a few 
times, got punished, but it didn’t seem to phase him.  Then, ‘bout 
two months or so later, he started havin’ hot flashes.  He couldn’t 
get it up good very often, and he got mean.”
     Ned’s laughter interrupted Sam’s story.
     Michael felt himself beginning to drift, but he forced his 
eyes open.  He wanted to hear it all.  A terrible suspiscion was 
beginning to dawn on him.
     Sam continued.  “He couldn’t understand why I’d wanna get out 
early, since my sex life was over.  He was jealous of that, but 
pissed ‘cause no one warned HIM.  He could have been in the same 
way, and that really got to him.  But when his cock started to fail 
him, he got even harder to get along with.  The flashes got worse, 
and he started gaining weight.  You loose your balls at our age, 
and things start to go backwards, man.  He lost a lot of his body 
hair.  He started to get fat after a few more months.  He was 
always lookin’ for a fight, it seemed.  He was always reminding me 
that I didn’t have a penis, I think, ‘cause he was jealous of my 
body.”  Sam flexed his biceps, and Cheng laughed.
     “I gotta pee,” he added, climbing out of bed.  To Michael, he 
looked a bit unsteady as he made his way to the bathroom.  His eyes 
sought out the Asian eunuch’s smooth and empty groin, and looked 
back at Sam.  He also caught the haunted look in his eyes, as Sam 
watched Cheng as well.  Ned placed a hand on the blanket over 
Michael’s chest.  They waited until Cheng had come back and settled 
in, then Sam continued.
     “Over time, he got fatter and weaker.  And frustrated.  I got 
frustrated, bad, but I had other things to vent on.  Harvey just 
got fat and stupid.  It was, I dunno – a few more months – hell, 
you can’t keep track ‘o time in here.  I’m just goin’ on what Ned 
told me.  I was thinkin’ about going into medicine, and spendin’ 
time with him.  That’s when Cheng showed up.  After he’d been here 
a while, his time came up.”  Sam paused.  It was almost as if he 
couldn’t go on.
     “Then what?” Michael murmured, forcing himself to stay awake.
     “Ned checked me over after I’d been here a while and told me I 
had to be castrated,” Cheng supplied, “And Sam was studying with 
him.  He helped Ned castrate me.”
     THAT got Michael’s attention.  Sam was now looking down at the 
floor.  He felt his head growing fuzzy again, but he had to hear 
more.  What all was Sam into?
     “So, we castrated Cheng.  He didn’t say anything, but it 
turned out that on Harvey’s good days, he was – uh – FOND of 
Cheng.  He went wild when he found out what I’d talked Cheng into 
later, after he healed up.”  Again, Sam paused, and rested his head 
in his hands.
     “And?” Michael probed.
     “Sam was my roommate,” Cheng supplied, “and he wanted me to 
get ‘finished.’  You know, cut it all off.  He said I wouldn’t ever 
be able to use it, so why keep it?  So I let him.”
     Michael’s mouth dropped open.  He stared at Sam.  Ned placed a 
firm hand on his chest, but Michael found that even though he 
wanted to, he couldn’t sit up.  He was too limp, and the bed was so 
warm and soft.  He thought of how Cheng looked down there, with 
only very light and small scars.  The Asian eunuch had 
nothing.  “You let him?  And you didn’t have to?”
     Cheng nodded.
     “He was young, he didn’t know.  Hell, ‘I’ didn’t know.  I did 
most of the job after he healed up from his castration.  Ned let me 
do most of the cutting.  I took care of Cheng while he healed up.  
I worked out, studied, but Harvey just got more and more mean.  We 
got in one hell of a fight when he saw Cheng after I cut his cock 
off.  Harvey got demerits, punished, and I got higher marks and 
more credit.  He couldn’t take it.  I guess he saw the same thing 
comin’ wit you, white boy, and he just went over the edge.”
     “But you killed him,” Michael choked, shocked to the core that 
Cheng had surrendered his genitals so calmly, AND even now he 
didn’t seem to mind.
     “YES!” Cheng said fervently, “and none too soon.  I HATED 
Harvey.  I wish I’d seen it!”
     “No, you don’t,” Sam said softly, “It was awful.”
     “I don’t get it,” Michael admitted, fearing what they were 
going to tell him, “Sam, you got your penis cut off, not your 
balls, so you could go into early release as a guard?”
     Sam nodded.
     “But Cheng, you got castrated.  They didn’t MAKE you get your 
penis cut off, but you LET Sam do it anyway?”
     Cheng nodded.
     “WHY?”
     “Because I talked him into it,” Sam admitted.  “I told him he 
wouldn’t even hit puberty, he’d never have a sex drive, and no one 
was ever going to let him have HRT after they found out he was an x-
IO boy.  He was marked for life by his record.  What I didn’t know 
was why he was here.”  Sam sighed, and paused.  Perhaps 
subconsciously, a hand went to his own crotch.
     It was Ned who concluded the story.  “Cheng was placed here 
because he was an orphan.  No one wanted him, but he was up for 
adoption.  Oh, he had some petty theft and curfew violations, but 
nothing too severe.  Somehow, an error in records put him in this 
ward and we couldn’t straighten it out fast enough.  We knew he was 
in danger from some of the other boys, so Sam was supposed to 
protect him.  Cheng got into some trouble here, but nothing too 
serious.  His castration order came via regular channels, since he 
had spent so much time here already.  BUT, unlike Harvey and most 
of the boys here, Cheng would have been eligible for release and 
specialized adoption anytime.  Even though he had to be castrated, 
he would have been allowed HRT qualification in later life.  He 
could have been released and had a relatively normal sex life, just 
no children of his own.  He wasn’t really dangerous or anything, 
you understand, just a victim of circumstance.  If we’d gotten it 
straightened out in time, it’s also possible that he wouldn’t have 
had to be castrated.  Then he and Sam got close…”
     “And you talked him into it?” Michael asked Sam.
     The black boy didn’t look up, but nodded.  “I didn’t know.”
     “Then Harvey found out and he said the same thing,” Ned 
finished, “and he flipped.  He spent a lot of time asleep and 
undergoing some – uh – shall we call it ‘therapy.’  He just 
couldn’t stand the fact that someone other than him would have been 
allowed to develop normally, be adopted, and leave.  Cheng’s choice 
on a full nullification made him crazy, especially since Harvey was 
impotent then and couldn’t do him any more.  He made it a point to 
remind Sam what he had done every chance he got.  I guess he 
figured Sam would try the same with you, Mikey.”
     Michael was stunned.  Cheng had had it ALL cut off.  Sam had 
not only talked him into it, but he had helped to do it as well.  
And Cheng didn’t HAVE to.  That was what confused Michael.  Sam had 
befriended him in much the same way.  It was because Michael was 
still intact that had set Harvey off.  In a way, as the fog in his 
head grew thicker, Michael realized that he was somewhat 
responsible for Harvey’s death as well.
     “I won’t hurt YOU, Mikey,” Sam said, “I promise.  Man, Cheng, 
I didn’t know.  I really didn’t.  I thought you were like everyone 
else.”
     “It’s OK, Sam, I don’t mind,” the Asian eunuch replied.
     “You know I think about it every time I see you,” Sam 
retorted, his voice full of shame, “I guess since I didn’t have a 
penis anymore, I thought you shouldn’t either.  I … I dunno, maybe 
I figured if you were a total eunuch and not a … a real boy no one 
would want to adopt you, ever.  I … I di’n’t want you to leave.”
     “And it took you this long to admit it, Sam?” Ned asked.
     But Sam didn’t reply.
     “It’s alright, Sam,” Michael heard Cheng say, “It doesn’t 
matter.  You don’t miss what you never had.  I’m OK with it, 
really.”
     “Ned,” Michael whispered, his eyes falling shut, “am I gonna 
be castrated too?”  It was a struggle to stay awake, but he had to 
know. 
     He had to hear it.
     “Yes, Mikey, you are,” he heard Ned reply from far away, “Very 
soon, in fact.  It’ll be for your own good, you know.  Now go to 
sleep like a good boy.  You’ve had a rough day.”
     And then the darkness took him and Michael knew no more.







     


      

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