"Would you like to sleepover at my house tonight?" I asked Cody we rode our bikes back from the park. I had already asked my mom and she said it was okay and it was summer so we didn't have to worry about school the following day.

"No, I'm expected at home tonight," Cody answered.

"Then could I sleep over at your place?" I asked.

"Well you could," Cody answered. "But I don't think you'd want to."

"Why not Cody?"

"Max I don't think you'd understand. It's a boy thing."

"Oh yes, a boy thing," I said just a bit sarcastic. "And it's a Monday as well. In fact it's the every other Monday when you get all weird. What's going to happen Cody? Are you going to change into a werewolf and run around biting people?"

"Max, that's not funny," he said.

"Well it's not fair either," I replied. "I never tell you that there are things about me you wouldn't understand just because you happen to be a boy. I thought we were friends."

"Have you ever heard of domestic discipline?" Cody asked.

"I don't think so," I replied.

"Well it's discipline within the household like when a husband spanks his wife or a parent spanks his child."

"I follow you," I said.

"Well tonight I get spanked."

"Really?" I said almost laughing because it was pretty funny you'll have to admit. But then I changed my tone and said, "I mean I'm really sorry to hear that. What did you do?"

"Nothing," Cody replied.

"Nothing?" I asked. "Then why the spanking?"

"It's a maintenance spanking, not a punishment spanking," he explained. "A maintenance spanking is a scheduled spanking for no reason at all except to remind you that there are rules to follow and authority figures to be respected. It's sort of like when you go to church once a week In church you reaffirm your relationship with God. A maintenance spanking reaffirms your relationship with the head of the household. Tonight before bed Grant will spank me."

"Grant?" I said. "Grant is going to do it? But he's not your dad or even your step-dad. He's just your mother's boyfriend and I thought you liked him!"

"First off all Max, my mom, my sister and I all live in Grant's house. That makes him the head of the household. He has some say in how I'm razed. Second, I do like Grant. I like him a lot. Sure he gives me discipline but so what."

"But he spanks you!"

"And I said, so what. Max when I asked you about your little abnormality you said that lots of people didn't understand and that it wasn't for everyone but that it felt right for you and I excepted that. Well domestic discipline feels right for me."

"What I have isn't really an abnormality," I said. "Other kids our age have had it done."

"Well what I have isn't really an abnormality either," Cody said. "Other kids our age have been spanked and besides I really like the part that comes afterwords, after the spanking. After he finishes Grand holds me and says how proud he is of me for taking my punishment so well. He says I'm a brave boy and he loves me. Sometimes he kisses me. A good maintenance spanking is like an enema for the soul. It flushes away all the stress, all the guilt and all the insecurities. It leaves you feeling clean and fresh."

Well that was interesting. I hadn't told anyone, least of all Cody, but I had a huge crush on Grant. I had fantasies about being in bed with him and the two of us kissing. I didn't really understand it. I wasn't suppose to develop feelings like that for anyone. But everyone wants to be loved and I was no exception. Would it be worth it, I wondered. Would it be worth letting Grant spank me for the kiss he would give me after the spanking? I had to find out.

"So what happens if I sleep over at your place tonight?" I asked Cody.

"You'd follow the house rules like everyone else, and the house rules are; this is the night boys get spanked," Cody said. "You get the same thing I do."

"Let's do it," I said.

"You sure?" Cody asked a little surprised as he turned to look at me.

"Yes," I said.

"Okay," he answered back.

That night at Cody's house we had pizza and coke and we swam in his pool. It was a perfect summer's evening. But there was a sort of electricity in the air, an undercurrent that excited me. It was sort of like watching an old horror movie where everything is going well at the start but you know that pretty soon the people in the movie will find themselves in peril and then watch out! You'll find out who is brave and who is a wimp.

No one had said a thing about it but I'm pretty sure everyone was thinking about what would happen later that night. Grant was really nice (as he always was) and so it was difficult to believe that before the night was out he'd be giving Cody and me our maintenance whether we needed it or not.

I had on my speedos with the the padded life like "little boy bulge" in front. I should let you know that I'm not overly sensitive about being a nullo. Really I'm not! Having been cut on my eight birthday I've had four years to come to terms with it and mom says I've adjusted really well. But still, castration was an unusual step for boys my age. Only about one kid in a hundred was like me and I hated being asked the same old stupid questions over and over again. Questions like, "How do you go to the bathroom?" and "Do you like it?" and "Why were you cut so young?"

The answers are as follows;

1) I sit down to pee.

2) It's not bad.

3) My mom is a DA and she has seen way too many boys get into way too much trouble for having way too much stuff in their pants. She didn't want that for me. If you are going to have it done why not do it young? Why wait?

Simple answers but how often do I have to say it? That's the reason why I have padding up front. It's so I can talk about things beside being a eunuch.

Cody's 14 year old sister looked fantastic in her swim suit and she was being extra nice to me, treating me like I was her guest and not Cody's. She was even flirting with me, and calling me "cutie". I wondered if she felt bad about what was to come later or if she really liked me.

When I had a moment alone with Cody I asked, "Does Sally know about me? Does she know I'm a eunuch?"

"No," Cody said. "I know you don't like to talk about it so I never told anyone. No one here knows about that but me. Why?"

"I was just wondering," I said. I knew that some eunuchs married like normal men and when the time came to make a baby they would invite a friend in to sleep with their wives. I wondered how Sally would feel about something like that.

Once out of the pool we dried off, dressed and went inside to play video games. I was having so much fun that I forgot about what was about to happen. At 9:00 PM Cody's mom came in and said, "Well boys, ready or not, it's that time. How do you feel?"

"Good," we both sort of mumbled. I was scared but also very excited.

"Well then," she replied. "Have you remembered to visit the bathroom?" Now that was an odd sort of question. It was the sort of thing a mother would ask her six year old before a long drive.

"The bathroom?" I asked. "Are we going somewhere?"

"No darling," Cody's mom answered with sympathy. "But we don't want an unexpected bowel movement or uncontrolled wetting to interrupt your maintenance. You can't just get up to go when under restraints. If you have any concerns tell me now and I'll have Sally give you a quick enema to flush you out."

"Restraints?" I asked. "But way? I thought this was just a spanking. Is Grant going to tie me down?"

"Of course he will dear. It's for your own safety. If all goes well his attention will be limited to your bottom only. But if you tried to kick or bite or fight him, and that's just what you will want to do, he would be forced to hurt you even worse. The restraints will keep you under his control and that will keep your maintenance under control."

"How bad will he hurt me?" I asked.

"That's entirely up to Grant. He can do whatever he wants to you. Just don't beg for mercy or try to resist. That will only make matter worse. Once you surrender completely to him and are willing to except whatever he does to you your maintenance will be complete."

I felt my face flush in embarrassment and shame. I was afraid I was going to cry. Cody's mom noticed and put her arm across my shoulders. "Don't worry darling," she said. "I know this is your first time and you are afraid but you'll be fine. Cody will show you the loft and make sure you understand what is expected of you. Grant will soon follow and give you what you need. After Grant is finished Sally and I will come and check to make sure you are not in too much pain. We have ointment for you bottoms that will help take away the sting. I'll give you a pill to make you sleep. By morning you'll be as good as new."

Then she smiled at me and added, "And Max, I just had a really good conversation on the phone with your mom. She is very proud of you as am I. You are a very brave young man. What you are about to do takes real courage."

"You mean my mom knows about this?" I asked in disbelief. "She knows that I'm about to have my ass hammered and she said, 'Okay, it will be good for him!' No way!"

"Max your mother knows you are here for maintenance and she knows exactly what that means. But that was not her first reaction at all. At first she was so alarmed that she wanted to drive right over to bring you home. That's the normal reaction. What mother wouldn't want to protect her child from pain? But I explained that you understood what was to happen and that you wanted it. Even so she was reluctant. I told her I understood her concern because it's very difficult for me every-time I surrender my Cody for his treatment. No matter how often it's done, it never gets any easier. But I do so because I see the good it has done for him and because I love him. Your mom agreed for maintenance for you because she loves you."

Cody lead the way as we climbed the stairs up to the loft. Step by step I wondered how I had gotten into this fix. My tummy had butterflies the size of bats. I just wanted the night to be over and to be home again. We entered the loft and I gasped when I saw what was there. In the center of the room stood two strange pieces of furniture and the horrible reality was driven home. I was looking at to beautifully crafted and expertly upholstered, kid sized spanking benches.

"We'll spend the night in this room," Cody said. "We won't be let out until tomorrow morning. Don't let the whips you see on the walls or the butt plugs on that table freak you out. They are mostly just for show. Grant collects them. I've only been plugged a few times and I don't think it will happen tonight. But of course you never know. Once he gets going on us feel free to scream all you like, the room is sound proof so mom and sis won't freak out. That double bed you see in the corner is where we'll sleep tonight. It's sort of nice not to be left alone after maintenance. Thanks for being here."

Cody continued the tour by walking over to one of the expertly crafted spanking benches and placing a hand on it. "This one is yours for the night. Would you believe that Grant builds them himself in his wood-shop and sells then on ebay for $10.000 each? They are considered the finest on the market. We'll be beaten in style tonight. Grant is a man of many talents, as you will soon learn. He's even trying to teach me how to build them but it feels sort of weird, you know building a bench that you'll be displayed on."

"Displayed on?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, Don't be surprised if Grant takes some pictures of us after he lights up our butts. Prospective costumers like to see the product line in use. In fact if you have a look on the table over there you'll see a photo album with some pictures of me in it as well as some other boys our age."

"Other boys?"

"Yeah, Grant sometimes holds workshops up here and every now and then parents too weak to give their boys the treatment will send their little darlings to Grant to do the job for them. Grant probably makes an extra $40,000 a year from that alone. But don't tell anyone. We don't want the IRS to come knocking."

I turned back to the door and saw that it had swung shut behind us. I tried it and found it locked. We were trapped.

Cody went about the room lighting candles and then he dimmed the lights. It was clear that this was going to be some sort of ritual. We were in a torture chamber but it was a torture chamber with the ambiance of a fine restaurant.

Cody then started to undress and as he did so he said, "Listen Max and listen good. A lot is ridding on your behavior tonight. This thing we are doing is all about the transfer of power, the total transfer of power. Grant has all the power and we have none. In here he doesn't have to be fair or answer to anyone. His word is law. Remember that and this might not be too bad. We might be able to walk away with nothing worse than a very bad spanking. But it's all up to him. Don't give him reason to use the whip or the cane or the plugs. Trust me, you don't want to go there."

Cody was standing before me now totally naked. His well tanned lean form was lit by nothing but the candle light. He looked like an angel. He looked like he belonged in heaven. But there was something odd about him. His little prick was standing up at full attention. A part of him liked this!

"Cody, I really don't think I can do this," I said and started to tear up. "This isn't want I thought it would be like at all. I didn't know I was going to have to get naked. I thought that at worst I might just have to lower the back of my pants but keep my nullo place covered."

"Welcome to domestic discipline Max. Now I really need you to strip. Grant will be here soon and he won't be happy if you are not ready."

"I didn't know we were going to be naked," I repeated.

"Max, don't do this!" Cody pleaded. "Don't go all crazy on me! Not now! Not tonight!

"Grant doesn't know I'm a nullo. Your mom doesn't know and Sally doesn't know. But they'll find out. They will all find out that I was castrated."

"Does that matter?" Cody asked. "So they'll find out you're not a boy. Big deal! At the moment I'd say we have bigger problems."

Slowly and silently I stripped. What else was there for me to do? I looked at the floor and tried to forget I was different from other boys.

A moment later the door opened and in stepped Grant. I could see that he was surprised to see what I was but he tried to mask his amazement. "Telephone for you Max," he said and handed me his cell phone.

"Hello?" I said as it took the phone from his hand.

"Max honey, it's mom," the voice at the other end said.

"Oh hi mom," I said trying to sound casual. "What's happening?"

"What's happening with you? Grant says he is going to give you maintenance," mom said sounding pretty alarmed.

"Yeah, he's just about to get started," I replied.

"Max you know you've always been a great kid. You are my angel and the best thing that ever happened to me," she said.

"I know," I said.

"Are you naked right now?" she asked.

"Yeah, I was ordered to strip and, you know, I have to follow orders."

"You don't mind it, I mean being seen like that considering well, you know, how it is with you."

"It's okay," I said.

"I'm so proud of you darling," she said. "I never knew you were such a brave boy." I wondered why she felt she had to call me a boy. I guess she meant it as a compliment.

"Mom I don't mean to be rude or anything, but Grant is all ready to go to work on me. He's waiting to tie me down."

"You mean after I sign off you are going to be beaten?" she asked. "It's going to happen right now?"

"Yeah, Grant's really going to spank the crap out of me," I said praying that this would bring her to her senses. I wanted her to jump in her car and rush over to save me. I wanted her to tell Grant that she was calling it off and to let me go. I wanted her to do something. But instead I heard her say. "I promised myself that I'd be strong. I promised myself that I would not cry. Max as hard as this is for both of us I know that this is what you really need. I know it will make you stronger. and I love you very much!" And the phone went dead. She was gone.

"Ready to start Max?" Grant asked. I nodded that I was. I was too afraid to even look at him. I keep my face down. Grant was very gentle with me. He placed has arms around me and drew me close. He brushed the long hair away from my eyes and placing a hand under my chin lifting my face until our eyes met. I gazed deep into those eyes and I could find no cruelty there. Only concern. "Max," he said, "I'm not going to do anything to you that I wouldn't do to Cody. You'll make it through this."

"She didn't stop it," I said. "I just talked with my mom on the phone and she knows what you are going to do to me and she didn't stop it."

"That's right Max," Grant said. "Your mother knows that tonight you will be stripped and beaten. It wasn't easy for her to agree to this but she did so out of love for you. You will be beaten not for anything you did wrong but only because this is Monday July 6th 2029. And no matter how good you are you will be beaten again in two weeks time just because it will be July 20th."

"What?" I asked.

"Your mother has decided that it's in your best interest to have your maintenance regularly scheduled just like it is for your friend Cody. You are both great kids and we all want to keep you that way." Turning to Cody he said, "Climb aboard. Max will strap you in."

Cody obediently climbed onto his bench and I applied the restraints to his ankles and wrists as instructed. Cody's cute little-soon to be cherry red-ass was propped up in the air the highest part of his body. It was nicely positioned for discipline. But that's not all the bench did. It held Cody's knees wide apart thus providing an unparalleled view of his exposed boy pussy and hanging genitals. I had never seem anyone look so totally helpless.

Grant said, "Now use your open hand to give your friend a good hard smack across his bottom but," he warned me, "be very careful not to hit his balls. You might not understand this because you have none of your own but a boy's balls are tender. Never hit a boy there."

I spanked Cody's butt but I don't think he felt much pain. "Harder Max," Grand said. "I want to see you turn that little ass red!"

I hit Cody again. This time he started to whimper a bit and I noticed a red mark was clearly visible. But that's not all I noticed. Cody's penis, which had deflated when Grant entered the room, was stiff once again. Grant took my hand and guided my fingers to Cody's hard cock and little balls. I felt his tender genitals. I liked that and so did Cody!

"Oh fuck Max," I heard Cody gasp. "It feels really great when you do that! Please don't stop!"

I turned to Grant and I said, "I don't understand. My beating made Cody's dick hard. Why?"

"That's your first lesson of the night Max," Grant said. "Pain and pleasure are related. They are two sides of the same coin. We have aroused Cody but we will not provide relief. That's all part of his punishment, to be teased and denied. Now it's your turn my young friend. Get on your bench."

When I was in position Grant tied me down. I could look up between my spread legs and see my smooth crotch. I realized how I must look. If anyone entered the room they would see the stark difference between Cody's tender young boyhood and my state of emasculation.

Cody and I were side-by-side so close that we could hold hands. We did so to comfort and draw straight from each other. I guess we were quite a sight, stark naked bound and with our butts propped up in the air ready to be beaten. In a rather possessive way Grant placed a hand on my butt as if he owned it and squeezed it gently. He then ran his fingers over it lightly as a grocer might check a melon for firmness and perfection. "Very nice," he said. With a finger he gently probed my boy pussy He then ran his other hand down under and caressed my nullo place. I sighed in contentment. It did feel good! He said, "I see you are still a virgin Max but I don't think you will be for much longer. I'll know when you've been taken."

He then drew his hand back a placed a firm smack on my unprotected and helpless fanny. It hurt bad! Another and yet another smack were to follow. I felt the heat rising in my butt. As he spanked me Grant taunted me. He said, "You came here of your own free will my little nullo friend because deep down inside you knew how much you needed this. And your mommy knows you need it too, just the way she knew that you couldn't be trusted to keep your little balls and dick. That's why she had you castrated."

That struck a nerve. No one had ever said that to me before. Grant wasn't just spanking me, he was stripping me of my dignity, my self respect and my self worth. "You asshole," I yelled. "You leave my mom out of this."

"Leave her out?" Grant asked. "But I wouldn't be doing this without her approval. She agreed to let me spank the snot out of her pretty little nullified boy every two weeks. You know I'm right. You know that you soft little rich kids need to be put in your place. You know that you need me to show you that the world isn't all cotton candy and Sunday picnics."

Grant was right about that part and I hated my mom for it. She never should have let this happen to me. She should have stopped it but she didn't. It almost felt like mom was beating me and not Grant. I hated them both. I wanted them dead. With every last bit of my strength I fought to free myself but it was hopeless I was held tight. And that was a good thing really. Had I been able I would have killed Grant, or at least tried to. And Grant knew I wanted to kill him. "You'd like to hurt me Max. Well I'm just going to have to beat that right out of you," he said.

I realized then that there was one weapon I had at my disposal and I used it. When I had been cut the doctor rerouted my piss hole so that it would shot down when I sat down to go. Well now it was perfectly positioned to take a shot at Grant. I let go and a golden stream of warm piss burst forth from me and hit Grant right in the face! He jumped back in shock. Whipping the piss from his face he said, "Well you're just full of surprises aren't you my little friend."

He then went away and came back with a roll of duct-tape. He used some of it to cover my hole. "I'd like to see you try that little trick again my nullo friend," he said as he patted my fanny. My shame was complete. Grant beat my ass some more.

When I felt I could take it no longer Grant turned his attention to my friend. I could hear the relentless whack whack whack of his hand on Cody's defenseless butt and Cody's sobs and futile pleads for mercy. That added to my feelings of hopelessness. I could do nothing to relieve the suffering of my friend. Nothing but hold his hand and pray that the beating would soon stop.

As Grant occupied himself with Cody I was able to gather my straight and steel myself for the next assault on my tortured ass. Before long Grant did return his attention to me. Although I was helpless I knew that I was not along. Cody was holding my hand trying to pass his straight to me. We both broke at about the same time. Cody and I were both sobbing uncontrollably and incoherent. We had nothing left and Grant knew it.

"Okay you've had enough," Grant said as he rubbed my back. "The two of you did great. I never though you'd last so long. I'm so proud of you both. You are wonderful kids." He leaned down and kissed me on the back of my neck. I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted him to kiss me everywhere!

Grant had the power to strip away all my pride and and self respect. He even had the power to take away my love for my mother. But he also had the power to give it all back. He could take it and he could return it and that was a wonderful thing. You don't really know the value of anything until it has been taken away. You don't really appreciate anything until it has been returned, and you don't really understand yourself until your limits have been tested and broken. I could have spent the last hour playing video games and learned nothing. Instead I spent an hour on a spanking bench and learned so much.

As strange as is sounds, at that moment, I truly loved Grant. There was some unnamed thing that I had needed and he had given it to me. I also loved my mother more than ever before. This was hard for her but she knew what I needed. She knew that I needed an man strong enough to hurt me and strong enough to love me.

Grant opened the door and called down to Cody's sister and mom. "We have two very well beaten boys up here who need to be put to bed."

Cody and I were still tied to our benches, our faces streaked with dried tears, and I knew that there would be no way that I'd be able to hide my empty crotch form Sally or her mom, but I didn't really care. The beating had removed all my vanity. I no longer needed to hide the fact that I was a nullo. Never again would I ask my mom to buy shorts or swimwear with boy padding.

As Cody's mom attended to him Sally took good care of me. She applied ointment to my burning butt and it felt better right away. She also carefully pealed away the duct-tape that had covered my piss hole. She didn't say a word about it and she didn't ask any questions and I loved her for that.

Then I was released from the bench and helped to stand. I was still pretty shaky. Fighting the restraints had really drained me and left me as weak as a kitten. Grant carried me to the bed and with great care placed me down next to Cody who took my hand in his. We were both naked but we didn't care. We looked up at Grant and Sally and Sally's mom and they looked down at one very well beaten nude boy and one very well beaten nude nullo. Cody and I knew that we were now safe and loved and we were happy.

The next day was spent recuperating. But that evening I felt reborn and renewed and well enough to ran up the walkway to my house and throw myself into the waiting arms of my mother. We hugged as if I had been away for years. "Oh Max," she said, "It's so good to have you home again. I was so worried about you and now I'm so happy to have you back. How do you feel?"

"I'll be sleeping on my stomach for the next few nights but other than that I feel good," I answered.

"Well how was it?" she asked.

"It was okay."

"Just okay?" she asked. "Was Grant too hard on you?"

"Grant gave me just want I needed. No more and no less. The thing is, what happens in maintenance is sort of personal."

"Max you do understand that, like it or not, I will be sending you back to Grant in two weeks time and every two weeks after that. It's for your own good."

"A day or two before my maintenance I might sulk. I might act angry. I might even act like I don't want it. But don't worry. I know it's what I really need" I said, "And mom I love you."

(The End)

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