It was parked in the parking lot, when I got off the bus, a large silver-grey tractor trailer rig with USEA in large, block, letters on the side. Beneath the letters was the slogan, "Improving society through eugenics."

I'd been dreading this day. I'd known it was coming, but didn't know when exactly. They never announced it ahead of time. Otherwise many of the boys wouldn't have showed up. I know I wouldn't have, if I'd known it would be here today. Fuck! If they'd done it last year, I wouldn't have cared. I hadn't started puberty and didn't know how good it felt to beat off. Now that I did, I didn't want to have my balls cut off.

Oh, everyone said it didn't hurt, and I'd seen other boys that had had their cuts off. They had come back to class as if nothing had ever happened, come back to class, but without their balls. One of them showed us younger boys at lunch, after he'd visited the van, what he looked like without balls. As we gathered around him, he dropped his pants. They had cut off his balls and ball sac. Beneath his dick, he had a pink scar where his ball sac had been. "The scar will be gone in a week," he had said.

As I stood, staring at the van, I felt someone clap me on the shoulder. "Guess they're going to cut off you balls today, Kovach," Casey Stempel said, laughing. One of the boys in the top ten percent of the class, Stempel wasn't having his balls cut off. Now, I'm not stupid or anything like that, but I'm not in the top ten percent. I'm not even in the top twenty percent, not that it would have saved my balls. Only those averaging at least ninety percent on their exams over the last three years got to keep their balls.

"Fuck you, Stempel," I said.

He laughed again. "Did you jack off this morning, Kovach? If you didn't, you might want to stop by the restroom and do it. After you've been without balls for a while, you probably won't want to." He glanced down at my crotch and laughed again. I had a boner and it was pressing against my jeans.

That I had one wasn't anything unusual. My dick was hard more often than it wasn't. Today, though, it was especially hard, throbbing, as it pressed against my jeans. As much as I hated the idea of having my balls cut off, the thought of it turned me on. Funny how weird shit turns you on.

He brushed my crotch with his hand. I could see he had a hard-on, too. Fuck! That's all it took. I came, creaming into my shorts. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. He knew what was happening, because he said, "You horny little bastard, Kovach. You need to have your balls cut off. Come on. Let's go to the restroom and we'll do each other."

Even though Casey Stemple is keeping his balls, he's my best friend. I knew he was just giving me a hard time, but then, if the situation had been reversed, if I'd been keeping my balls, and he'd been losing his, I would have been the one giving him a hard time. I must admit I was more than a little jealous of him. He was keeping his balls. In a few hours, I would no longer have mine.

The bathroom was full of boys; every stall was full; and in one or two there were two sets of legs. A couple of boys in the corner, their pants down around their ankles, were jacking off. That wasn't an everyday occurrence. but this wasn't an everyday type of day. It wasn't everyday that a boy had his balls cut off.

We stood and watched until the boys shot their wads. Each of them had a stupid look on his face, eyes scrunched up his mouth set, one showing his teeth. I wonder if I look as stupid when I cum.

Casey nudged me when a boy came out of one of the stalls. We went into it and shut the door behind us, dropping our pants once we were inside. I glanced at Stemple's cock -- at his balls, now tight against it with arousal. Then, I glanced at mine. They hung lower than Casey's. Easier to get at and cut off, I thought. I hefted them, feeling the weight of them in my hand. What was it going to be like to reach below my cock and find nothing, not even an empty ball sac. Hell, they would even cut that off. At least, they'd leave me my dick.

Stemple was watching me. "Fuck," he said. "I'm glad I'm not losing mine." Extending his hand toward my crotch, he said, "Let me hold them," then, "Your balls are bigger than mine. I guess that's why they hang down so low."

"Yeah," I said, with a false laugh, voicing what I'd been thinking, "It'll be easier for them to cut them off."

He looked me in the face, grinning, "Yeah, I guess it will. Shit, I'm glad they aren't cutting off mine."

I just about lost it then. "Shut the fuck up. You don't have to keep reminding me."

"I'm sorry; I'm sorry," he said. "It's just that when I think about all the boys that are going to lose theirs today, I can't get over how lucky I am to keep mine."

"It's not luck. You're just too fucking smart. That's why you get to keep your balls. Luck has nothing to do with it."

I guess the resentment showed in my voice, because he shrugged and said, "I guess. But don't get pissed at me. I can't help it that I'm smart; and I didn't write the castration laws. I don't want you to lose your balls. We've had too much fun jacking off together. Who will I do it with now, not Stanley Kosolos, the only other boy in our class to keep his. He's a fucking nerd."

"Yeah," I said. "If anyone should lose his balls, it should be him. He probably doesn't even know what they're for. I doubt that he's even jacked off."

"Well, we'd better get at it," he said, moving his hand from my balls to my cock, "The bell's going to ring soon."

"Will you give me a blowjob?" I asked.

"You know I don't do that shit," he said.

"I blow you all the time."

"Yeah, and I jack you off while you do," he said.

"Maybe so, but you've never blown me. I've never had a blowjob. I'd like to have one while I still have balls." They give you a shot when they cut off your balls that prevents you from ever getting hard again. It completely wipes out your libido. Although I couldn't imagine it, after they cut off my balls and gave me the shot, I wouldn't even want to have sex.

He looked at me for a long hard minute. "OK, but I don't want you cumming in my mouth. You have to promise to tell me when you're about to shoot."

I promised; but I didn't keep my promise, of course. I intended to when I gave him my word; but when I came, my only thought was about how nice it would be to shoot into his hot mouth. God. It felt good, the blowjob, I mean. Well, shooting into his mouth, too. Hell, it's only fair. I've swallowed enough of his cum.

"Fuck," Casey said, pulling his mouth away from my dick, the next spurt from it catching him beneath the eye, "you promised."

I couldn't say anything at first, still in the throes of my orgasm, missing the feel of his hot, soft, mouth on my dick. When I could speak, he was wiping the cum off his face and spitting onto the floor. "Sorry," I said. "It caught me by surprise. I didn't know I was about to shoot." It was a lie of course. How could you not know you were about to shoot?

"Yeah, right. OK, you've had your blowjob. Now, give me one." He was still spitting, trying to get the taste of my spunk out of his mouth.

I gave him one. When he came into my mouth, I swallowed it, as I always do. I don't know why he was making such a big deal about it. I like the taste of his spunk. About that time, the bell rang. We pulled on our pants and went to class.

* * *

Later that day, in the gym, all the boys that were to get cut were assembled. Our PE Coach said, "I know that probably most of you are upset that you're losing your balls today. It's not as bad as you might think. I had mine cut off when I was your age, and I'm glad that they were. I don't miss them in the least. I've watched you boys. All you think about is sex, about your cocks and your balls. I've seen you look at each other, comparing the size of your cocks to the size of the other boys' cocks I know that most -- if not all -- of you are masturbating. Some of you are probably having sex with each other. I'm certain that sex is causing you more anguish than it is giving you pleasure. Puberty is a rough time for boys. You are fortunate that puberty ends for you today. You'll walk out of that trailer without your balls, without any desire for sex, without the ability to obtain an erection. After today, you'll be in control of your lives. You won't be controlled by your cocks and your balls. I know you don't believe me; but you are about to be liberated, freed from an oppressor, the testosterone produced by your testicles. Don't envy the boys that get to keep their balls. Feel sorry for them. They won't experience the freedom you're about to experience."

One boy raised his hand. "Does it hurt?" he asked when Coach called on him.

"No," said Coach, "not in the least. As you probably know, the procedure is done by surgical robots. They'll inject you with a fast acting anesthetic, split open your scrotum with a laser, extract your testicles from it, cut them off with a surgical laser, cut off any excess scrotum, seal it, and irradiate the entire area with a healing ray. There will be no pain, no blood, and no swelling. At the most, you'll have a thin, red, line down the middle of what used to be your scrotum, and even that will soon disappear. Within a week, both you and your body will have forgotten what it was like to have balls. The whole procedure will take no longer than ten minutes. To expedite the process, I want each of you to undress, including your socks and underwear. You can put you clothes in those lockers." He pointed to some lockers that had been set up at one end of the gym.

"There are portable toilets at that end of the gym." He pointed to the other end. As you can see, there's no doors on them. That's so you don't spend your time in them masturbating before your name is called. As you can see, there's only ten toilets, and until we've processed some of you, that's hardly enough to go around. If you feel you have to masturbate, you can do it out here. I'm not encouraging you to do it, but no one -- none of the teachers or security guards -- will say anything, if you do.

"Once you're all naked, we'll call off your names five at a time. There are five surgical robots in the trailer. They can handle five boys at a time. Given a little slippage, the time it takes to get you in and out of the trailer, they'll do forty or fifty boys an hour. There's two hundred seventeen of you, so it's going to take some time. Once you've had the procedure, you can get dressed, and you can go back to class, if school isn't out by that time. Busses will take you home once all of you have been castrated."

"We have to go back to class after we're castrated?" asked a kid up front, close to the coach.

"Yes," said Coach. "You'll be fine. You won't feel any discomfort. After the shot they'll give you, you'll probably feel great, no longer anxious from the effects of testosterone."

"But, they'll all know we've been nutted, all the kids in the class."

"Everyone knows who's having the procedure. What does it matter that you face them today or tomorrow? Trust me. You're going to be glad you're rid of your balls. After a few weeks, you'll feel sorry for those boys that had to keep theirs. You're the lucky ones, not they.

I stripped, putting my clothes in one of the lockers, hesitating before taking off my underwear. I had a hard-on. About to get my balls cut off, I was both frightened and aroused. I wasn't the only one. Looking around, I saw that most of the other boys had erections, too. Seeing that, I slipped off my boxers, throwing them into the locker with the rest of my clothes. My dick stuck straight out from my crotch. "Nice cock," said Jamie Ryan, looking at mine. His was erect also, but it was a short, stubby, little thing, probably no more than four or five inches long. Mine measured seven and a quarter inches. I should know. I'd measured it often enough. It was a good inch longer than Casey's. Or at least it was now. After the procedure and the shot, it would never get hard again. What was it soft -- three, three and a half inches?

"Thanks," I said to Ryan. "You have a nice cock, too." It wasn't really, small as it was, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. But then, what did it matter? In a while, our cocks would only be good for pissing.

"You want me to jack you off?" asked Ryan.

"They didn't say we could jack each other off, just that we could jack off," I said.

"My brother had the procedure last year," Jamey Ryan said. "He said the teachers and security guards turn a blind eye to just about anything that goes on, as long as it's consensual, as long as no one is being forced into something."

"Sure, then," I said, "if you want."

"You want a blowjob?" he asked.

"You mean they will even let that slide?" He nodded. I looked around the room. One boy was already on his knees blowing another boy. Several were already jacking off. Nothing like the prospect of losing his balls to turn a boy on. Some weird shit, huh, that knowing you're about to lose your balls turns you on? But it does. I'd been aroused since I'd first seen the van parked behind the gym. "Want to do a sixty-nine?" I asked.

"Shit yeah," he said. We lay down on one of the mats that had been spread of the floor. As we did, I heard the coach call out five names: Adel, Alexander, Amir, Andrews, and Anthony. They were starting at the first of the alphabet. Suddenly, I wished my last name was Zebrinsky or some such name. It would take them no more than an hour or so to work their way down to the Ks. An hour -- fuck. An hour -- two at the most -- to have balls, to have a cock that would get hard. Shit. Better not waste it. I slid around, taking Ryan's little cock into my mouth. It seemed small after having Casey's cock in my mouth. It didn't even hit the back of my throat. But then, he took mine in his mouth. That he had a small cock no longer mattered. He was good, better than Casey had been. The kid knew how to suck cock. In no time, I came, shooting into his mouth. Almost simultaneously, he shot into mine."

I couldn't tell any difference between the taste of his cum and the taste of Casey's. I'd wondered about that, whether one boy's spunk would taste different from another's. Mine seemed to taste different, but I'd always tasted mine after jacking off onto my hand. I'd never had it hot out of my dick. Perhaps, that makes a difference.

I heard them call out five more names. Five more boys lined up at the door. The first five were already in the van. Perhaps, their balls had already been cut off. Recovering from my orgasm, I watched them. In a few minutes the were led outside. In a couple more minutes, the first five came back into the gym through another door. "Let's go see," I said to Ryan, as other boys gravitated toward them. By the time we got there, boys were crowded around them.

"Did it hurt?" I heard one ask. Even though Coach and told us that it didn't, I guess we still needed to be reassured. I know I did.

"Nah," said one of the five. By that time I had worked my way to the front so I could see. He lifted his dick. It was flaccid, of course. It would forever be flaccid, now that he'd had the procedure. I could see a pink line down the middle of some puckered skin beneath his cock, the skin that had once been his scrotum and had contained his balls. He sure as hell didn't have any now.

"How do you feel?" another asked.

"Fine," he said. "Kind of good, actually. I think I'm going to like not having balls." He hesitated for a minute. "Yeah, I feel great. Damn, I wish they'd cut off my balls a long time ago."

"How about you?" we asked the other boys that had just been cut.

They all said they felt great, that if this is how it felt to no longer have balls, they were glad they were gone. We were still talking to them when the next five returned from the van. Of course, they no longer had balls either. And they were glad they didn't. "I feel great," each of them said. "I'm glad they're gone."

I thought they had to be lying, but the boys in the third and fourth groups all said the same, that they felt great and were glad they'd had the procedure. When one of them saw one of the watching boys begin masturbating, he said, "What a waste of time. I'm glad I don't have to to that anymore. Shit, I used to jack off five or six times a day. It's all I thought about. Now, I won't have to."

"You don't want to jack off anymore?" I asked. My cock seemed harder than usual. It was Todd Briggs. I'd jacked off with him before. He jacked off all the time.

He picked up his limp cock. "Nah," he said, dropping it. "I don't need to. I don't even want to." He wrinkled his nose, looking around at those boys still masturbating, a few giving each other blowjobs, "it's disgusting. Even the idea of it is disgusting, all the mess, the need to do it. I'm glad they cut off my balls."

And that's what we heard from each of the boys returning from the van, that they felt great, that they were glad to be finally castrated, that they wish it'd been done long before.

Then, I heard my name called. It was my turn; and I'd only ejaculated once, when Jamey had given me the blow job. I'd intended to have as many ejaculations as I could before my name was called, but I'd waited at the door for each group of boys returning from the van, wanting -- I guess -- to be convinced that it would be OK to be a eunuch. They'd all -- each and everyone of them -- said that they felt great, that they were glad to no longer have balls, but I still wasn't convinced. I loved having balls. I loved jacking off. I couldn't imagine life without the ability to do it.

I lined up at the door. My cock was still hard. I wanted to jack off one last time, but didn't, not standing next to the security guards at the door. Maybe they wouldn't have said anything, but I didn't do it. "All right," one of the guards said, "your turn, boys." We walked out the door. At least, they'd put up screens between the door and the van, so we didn't have to walk to it in plain view of the whole school, which was across the parking lot from the gym.

A technician sat me down in a chair, somewhat like a dentist's chair, but with more metal and protrusions on it. Clamps positioned themselves around my wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist, locking me in place. I couldn't move. It scared me at first, but then a hyper spray device, gave me several injections around my scrotum. All I felt for the first one was a puff of air. I didn't even feel that when the next ones were done.

Suddenly, I felt good. I was no longer afraid. I wanted the procedure done. I couldn't wait for my balls to be cut off. It was like I was about to be reborn.

The laser cut a line down the middle of my scrotum. Metal fingers extracted one of my balls -- the left one I think -- from it, clamping down on the cords. Strange, but I was almost euphoric with the realization that it was about to be cut off. Then, it was. The laser cut through the cords, the fingers clamped around the cords to it, dropped it down a chute, then came back for my other ball. Just as quickly, it was gone. The healing ray played over the wound. Even as I watched, it started to heal. The laser cut off the excess skin from my scrotum, sealed it, then irradiated it with the healing ray. Other than a pink scar and a little loose skin below my cock, I might never have had balls. Another hyper spray, and I was finished. The chair released me. The technician led me from the room. I felt great, better that I ever remembered feeling. What had I been afraid of? It was great to no longer have balls. God! I wish they'd done this a long time ago.

"How do you feel?" Ryan asked me, back in the gym.

"Great," I said. "They were right. I love being a eunuch."

"I don't know," Ryan said. His cock was still hard, and with the last name of Ryan, it would be a while before he was castrated.

"I didn't think I'd like it either, but it's great. I'm glad I no longer have balls."

"And you don't feel like jacking off any longer?" he asked.

I thought about it for a minute, looking within for a spark of desire, for a need to masturbate. I found none. The other boys had been right. After the procedure, I didn't want to jack off. I didn't want to have any kind of sex. When I thought about how both Casey and Jamey had ejaculated into my mouth, I almost threw up. Gross, I thought. How could I have let them do that? My cock was limp. Even without trying, I knew that no amount of manipulation would get it hard. And I was glad that it wouldn't. I would never again be embarrassed by having an erection at an inappropriate time, while dressed in a swim suit, or in some other attire that would show off my erection. It had happened to me more than once in the past.

I got dressed and went to class. I had thought I would be embarrassed to go back, with the other kids, the girls and the boys that weren't having the procedure, knowing that I no longer had balls, but I wasn't. I wanted everyone to know that I no longer had any. I was proud that I was ball-less. I felt sorry for Casey now, sorry that he had to keep his. How silly it was of me to be envious of him earlier, to wish that I was keeping mine. The coach was right. They had all been right. I loved being a eunuch. Smiling, I walked into the class and sat in my usual seat next to Casey.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked. "Did you get out of it? Did they let you keep your balls?"

"No, I had the procedure," I said. "I'm rid of them. I no longer have balls."

"And you're happy about it," he asked.

"Yes," I said. "I was worried about nothing. It's great not having balls. I've never felt better."

"Do you want to go to the restroom later and fool around. Even if you don't want to jack off, I'll let you jack me off. You can give me a blowjob, if you want."

I shook my head. "Sorry," I said, "sex no longer interests me. I don't think it ever will again."

"How can that be?" he asked. "It hasn't been a half hour since you had your balls cut off."

"It's the shots they give you, I guess. Even before the machine cut off my balls, I knew I wouldn't ever want sex again. You know, Casey, I feel sorry for you that you have to keep your balls."

"Don't feel sorry for me, Man," he said, "I'm glad I'm keeping my balls."

I smiled, but didn't answer. How could he know? He still had his balls. When I had mine, I felt the same way.

* * *

It's been a year now, since I had the procedure. I've learned since that the euphoria I felt at the time was from the shots I had, not from having my balls cut off. The shots wore off, and I experienced some rough times, experiencing some regret at having been castrated, but no longer really. I've forgotten what it was like to have balls, and although I have sex with Casey from time to time, even let him fuck me when he wants, it's more to please Casey than for any desire on my part. I can't jack off. My dick never gets hard. Whatever they did to it, destroyed all erectile function. It's useless as a sex organ. It's shrunk, too, at the most two, two and a half inches long.

But, all in all, I don't mind being castrated. I guess I was a slave to my balls before. I am no longer.