“Think they’re here?”

“They’re supposed to be waiting down in the boiler room. You can still back out.”

Oskar shook his head.

“I want it. I’ve wanted it for a long time. I just didn’t realize until recently how much I wanted it.”

He had wanted it, but not with the intensity he wanted it now, not since he’d discovered that Eli had once been a boy, and she had hers cut off.

Until now, it had just been his cock he wanted cut off, but after seeing how Eli looked with neither cock nor balls, that’s what he wanted for himself. He wanted to be like her.

When they walked into the boiler room, a boy, his face covered with a ski mask, stepped out from beside the door and grabbed Oskar. He struggled – just a little for show. Another boy grabbed Juhan, waved a knife in front of his face and told him to sit down on a box toward the center of the room. A third boy stepped out from behind the old boiler.

“What have we here, a little piggy?”

Stupid, thought Oskar. I recognize your voice; and who else would call me, “Piggy?”

The boy Oskar knew was Jonny turned to the boy that had grabbed Juhan, who was, now, sitting on the box. He was the tallest of the three, and for that reason must be Mika.

“Take off his pants.”

Mika pulled down Oskar’s pants. Tomas held his arms.

“Do you know what they do to little piggies?”

Oskar shook his head.

“They cut off their nuts.”

At that, Oskar’s dick rose, becoming erect.

“I think Piggy wants it cut off. Do you want it cut off, Piggy?”

Oskar wanted it. He couldn’t even pretend he didn’t. He nodded.

“Yes.”

“Your balls and your dick?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, Oskar,” Juhan said.

“Do you know who we are?” asked Jonny.

“Yes,” said Oskar.

“Are you going to tell?”

“No. I want you to do it.”

“If you tell, I’ll kill you.”

“I won’t tell. I want you to do it.”

“Why?”

Oskar shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

He couldn’t tell them about Eli, of course.

“I just do.”

“You want it enough to suck me off?”

“Yes.”

And Mika and Tomas?”

“If I have to.”

“Did you blow Juhan?”

Oskar shrugged. He had promised not to tell about blowing Juhan.

“It’s gonna fucking hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t have to blow them, but you have to blow me.”

“OK.”

Tomas spoke up.

“I want one, too.”

Jonny answered:

“I don’t want to wait for him to give you one. I want to cut off his nuts. You can get one from him later. I think Miss Piggy will give us one anytime we want.”

Like hell I will. This time, and no more.

Jonny and the others removed their ski masks. Jonny dropped his pants and underwear down around his ankles. His cock, hard, was a good eight inches.

Oskar couldn’t get it all into his mouth, but it wasn’t long before Jonny came. Oskar swallowed Jonny’s spunk. He couldn’t tell any difference between the taste of it and the taste of Juhan’s.

They had Oskar take off his jacket, lay it on the floor, and lie down on top of it. Mika took off Oskar’s boots and slid off his pants.

“He doesn’t have underpants on.”

“He’ll need girls’ panties pretty soon.”

Pulling a knife out of his pocket, Jonny unfolded the blade.

“Let me Jack off first.”

Dropping his hand to his cock, Oskar started pounding it.

“Fuck! I’m jacking off, too.”

Tomas pulled out his cock and started jacking off. Mika didn’t say anything, but he pulled out his and started jacking off. Oskar slowed, watching them. It was too much for Juhan. He joined in. Not to be left out, so did Jonny.

Tomas came first, followed by Mika and Juhan. Jonny came next. It took Oskar a while. He’d already jacked off four times, anticipating this moment.

He came, and his dick subsided. Soft, it wasn’t quite three inches long.

Jonny bent over him.

“Which do you want me to do first?”

“I don’t care, as long as you do both. You won’t chicken out, will you?”

“Not me, Piggy. You’ll be the one that will be begging me to stop.”

“I might, but don’t, no matter what I say.”

“I won’t. I’m nutting you like the pig you are.”

“And my dick, too. Cut it off close – next to the skin. I don’t want any of it left; and you have to throw it down a drain or something. I don’t want them to sew it back on.”

“I’ll keep it as a souvenir.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t leave it here.”

“And you’re not going to tell – no matter what?”

“I won’t tell; I promise.”

“You know what will happen, if you do?”

Oskar nodded.

Jonny picked up Oskar’s ball sac. He turned to Tomas.

“Do I cut the whole thing off, or do I split open his ball sac and pull out the balls?”

Tomas had grown up on a farm. Of the three of them, he should have been the one to castrate Oskar, but Jonny wanted to do it. Before he could answer, Oskar spoke.

“Cut the whole thing off.”

“OK.”

Jonny grabbed Oskar’s balls, splitting them apart with his fingers, and pulled, stretching Oskar’s ball sac. He put the edge of the sharp knife at the base of Oskar’s balls and pulled the knife toward himself. Oskar’s balls came loose in his hand.

Oskar screamed and retched, turning his head in time, so that the puke flowed onto the floor, not onto his chest.

He had been hit in the balls before, and he supposed having them cut off would feel like that; and it did, but worse, so much worse. If felt as though Jonny had plunged the knife deep inside him.

Jonny waited while he finished puking. Oskar’s heart raced. He panted, almost like a dog. He looked down to see blood pouring from his groin: so much blood; why was there so much blood?

Hearing a noise, he glanced toward Juhan. The front of Juhan’s jacket was covered with puke, Juhan’s puke.

Jonny dropped Oskar’s balls onto the floor.

“Fucking hot.”

He held the knife to Oskar’s cock.

“No!”

Oskar didn’t think he could stand any more pain. He’d rather keep his cock than withstand any more pain.

Too late; no matter. Jonny sliced it off, up close, as Oskar had asked, next to his groin.

Tomas was jacking off. Mika looked sick. Juhan had been. Jonny grinned.

“Fucking cool.”

He looked down at Oskar’s bloody cock in his hand. Taking a handkerchief out of his pocket, he wrapped Oskar’s cock in it and placed it in his coat pocket.

Tomas came.

“Better tape him up.”

Mika handed Jonny a roll of duct tape they’d brought and an old wool sock. When Jonny couldn’t get the tape to stick – Oskar’s groin was covered in blood – he made Mika take off his t-shirt and give it to him. Using it, He wiped off the blood enough to tape the sock to Oskar’s groin.

“Ow – ow – ow – ow.”

Oskar cried, tears running down his face. Jonny had to swat his hand out of the way. He kept reaching for his groin. The tape seemed to hold. Perhaps, the sock slowed the bleeding.

“Let’s go,” Mika implored.

Jonny’s pants were still down; his cock was hard; but he could jack off later. Maybe, he’d have Mika give him a blowjob. Mika would do it, if Jonny made him. He said he didn’t like it, but Jonny thought he did. Why else would he do it?