Logan had handed Jonathan a stack of pictures, most taken with a telephoto lens, and Jonathan was flipping through them, pausing from time to time to peruse one more closely.

“He’s a looker, that’s for sure. Are you sure he’s an illegal? He really has light skin.”

Logan shrugged:

“I don’t know whether he’s an illegal or not; he may have been born here; but I did some checking – crossed some palms with a little cash – and his parents are definitely illegals. His father is using a fake social security card, one he must have obtained years ago, and his mother does part-time domestic work for a couple of families that don’t give a shit whether she has a green card or not.”

“It would be better if he were an illegal.”

“Why would you give a flying fuck? I doubt that any of the other boys you’ve done were illegals.”

“Yeah, but this is a special production, and it’s better that we can show that the boy we’re doing is an illegal.”

Logan thought for a minute and then shook his head.

“I think you’re wrong. Most of the rednecks that will be buying this video, especially here in the Southwest, want to do away with the 14th Amendment rights of kids like him. I think we should portray him as being one of these fucking kids. What do you call them?”

“Anchor babies?”

“Yeah, that’s it: anchor babies. We could title it: ‘How Texas Handles Anchor Babies,’ or some shit like that.

“He’s not that dark. Are you sure he’s Mexican.”

“Yeah, he takes after his father, who probably mostly has Spanish blood in him, but his mother is mestizo, with more Indian than Spanish blood. The kid is several shades lighter than his mother.”

Jonathan held up a head shot of the kid, who was looking right at the camera.

“The kid is a looker. Fuck! Look at those big, brown, eyes.”

“Yeah, he is. Do you want him or not?”

“Hell, yes, I want him. How old is he?”

“Twelve.”

“Just right. Do you think he’s started puberty?”

Logan pointed to the stack of pictures in Jonathan’s hand.

“You’ve got his pictures. What do you think?”

Jonathan replied:

“I think he has, but probably just. You’ve seen him up close. What’s your opinion?”

Logan laughed.

“He’s started puberty. Hell, he must have a hard on more often than not. He’s always pawing at his crotch rearranging thing. Probably wears briefs, white cotton ones, I suppose, and his dick gets caught, when it gets hard.”

“Good. We want to be able to show we’ve nipped this immigration problem in the bud so to speak,” Jonathan said, grinning, “coming up with an effective way to stop anchor babies from breeding.”

“You’re gonna keep him afterward, aren’t you?”

“Hell, yes. Do you think I’d let a beauty like him get away?

“You’re just gonna do his balls in the video, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. The other has to be done in an operating room, and we’d have some of these rednecks clutching at their own cocks trying to protect them, if we showed him getting his cock cut off. They understand the need to neuter dogs and livestock and would applaud that we neutered an anchor baby.”

“And he’s gonna know beforehand he’s getting castrated, isn’t he, and you’re not using anesthetic?”

“Oh, we’ll give him some of the usual happy drugs; he’ll be high; and he won’t feel the full effects of it; but it will hurt. We need this particular audience to know that anchor babies pay a price for being anchor babies.”

“Cool. This is one I definitely want to watch.”

“Hell, you like to watch all of them.”

“I find them for you, don’t I? I pick them out; if not for me, they would still have their cocks and balls. It’s only right I get to see them cut off – the balls, anyway. By the time they get their cocks cut off, it isn’t good for much of anything, anyway. You’re gonna eventually cut off his cock, aren’t you?”

“Of course. Don’t I always?”

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t you glad I found other uses for you?”

“Yeah. I like the money; and I like having a cock and balls.”

“It was a close thing, but we happened on you, when I needed a Judas goat, and I thought you’d be good at it.”

“I have been, haven’t I?”

“Yeah. You were a beauty at fourteen, and I would have loved to have neutered you – you would have been hot – but it’s all worked out for the best.”

Logan laughed:

“Works for me.”

“How you gonna snatch him? Have you made contact?”

“I would stand out like a sore thumb in his neighborhood or at his school, so I’m going to use the old, ‘Help me find my dog routine.’ As old as it is – but since I look like a kid – I’m sure it will work.” He’s a skateboarder and hangs out at a park that has a setup for skateboarders. I’ve struck up a conversation with him several times, and he’s seen me with my dog.”

“Where did you get a dog?”

“At the pound.”

“Hope you’re not planning on keeping it?”

“Nah. Call it a trade: I pick up the kid and let the dog go free.”

“Fair trade. I like it.”

“I figured you would.”

“What’s his name?” Jonathan asked.

“Sergio – Sergio Garza.”

“Nice enough name; but we’ll probably call him ‘Manuel’ or ‘Juan’ or something like that in the video.”

Sergio Garza, twelve years-old, was an anchor baby, as was his three younger sisters. If he had been born a month earlier, he wouldn’t have been. His mother was eight months pregnant, when Coyotes sneaked her and her husband across the border. As far as Sergio was concerned, he was an American citizen. He had been born in San Antonio, Texas, where he had lived all his life.

Logan was correct, when he said Sergio had entered puberty. He had the previous spring, when he was eleven. Logan was also correct about Sergio always tugging at his pants to rearrange his cock. It was hard most of the time, and a cock as long as Sergio’s, eleven inches hard, needed a lot of rearranging.

Whereas most boys wanted a longer cock, Sergio wished he had a shorter one. His was slender, but it was definitely long, the head of it ending up somewhere above his navel when hard. He always wore his shirts out to conceal it, never going without one, because the last time he had, the head of his cock had peeked out over the waistband of the shorts he had on at the time.

Other kids had seen it, and even if some of the boys seeing it had been envious, they had laughed.

It wasn’t that Sergio didn’t want a cock; he had discovered jacking off, and he loved it. He just wished it wasn’t so long; although it was fun jacking off with two hands wrapped around it at the same time.

In the park, skateboarding was only allowed at the skateboard arena, a construction of concrete half pipes and ramps. The last time he’d been caught skateboarding on the paths, a cop, one that patrolled the park on a bicycle, had threatened to impound his skateboard. His skateboard, a Christmas present, was his prize possession.

He was good at skateboarding, particularly good for a twelve year-old.

“Hey!”

“Hi.”

Sergio had seen the boy several times in the park; he was older, but he seemed nice, always taking time out to say, “Hi.”

Usually, he had a dog with him; but today, he didn’t.”

“Have you seen my dog?”

“No. Have you lost him?”

“Yeah. I let him off the leash, turned around and he was gone. Shit! I love that dog.”

“You want me to help you look for him?”

The boy grinned.

“Hey, man. That would be great. I’d fucking die, if I lost that dog.”

He held out his hand:

“My name’s Logan. What’s yours?”

“Sergio.”

They clasped hands, giving each other a “bro” hug touching shoulders.

“Hey, Sergio. Good to meet you; and I really appreciate this.”

“No prob,” said Sergio.

“You know my dog, when you see it don’t you?”

Sergio had petted the dog on occasion.

“Yeah. His name’s Alex, right?”

“You got it.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Logan pointed at a gray van parked close by on the street.

“That’s my van. Come over to it with me, and I’ll give you a leash; then you can go one way, and I’ll go the other. If you find him just call his name, and I’m sure he’ll come to you; he seems to like you. Put the leash on him and bring him back to my van.”

“OK.”

The boys walked over to the van. Logan slid back the side door:

“The leash is just inside on the floor. Get it, will you?”

When Sergio leaned inside to look, Logan shoved him, and as he fell forward, he was grabbed by someone inside the van. A hand was placed over his mouth and someone wrapped an arm across Sergio’s chest clutching him securely to his chest, pinning both of Sergio’s arms, lifting Sergio off his feet. The boy kicked and twisted to no avail.

Closing the side door behind him, Logan climbed into the van and into the driver’s seat. He started the engine.

“Easy, Kid.”

The man’s voice came from above and behind Sergio’s right ear.

“You’re coming with us. Might as well relax and enjoy the ride.”

Logan made a call on his cell phone.

“Got him. Be there in a half hour or less.”

He listened:

“The dog? Fuck. I don’t know where he is. I dumped him off a couple miles from the park.”

The man holding Sergio, pinned him to the floor of the van, forced a pill into his mouth and held his hand over Sergio’s mouth and nose.

“If you want to breathe, swallow the pill. It’s good shit; you’ll like it.”

Sergio wanted to breathe; he swallowed the pill.

After he swallowed the pill, but man put a piece of duct tape over Sergio’s mouth, flipped him over onto his stomach, and taped his wrists together behind his back.

“You can either lie still and enjoy the trip, or I’ll hogtie you, tying your ankles to your wrists, and I guarantee you don’t want that. You’d be hurting by the time you got where we’re going.”

The best he could, lying on his stomach, Sergio looked around inside the van for his skateboard. It wasn’t there. He had dropped it when Logan had pushed him, and they’d left it behind. His eyes flooded with tears.

He didn’t know what the day had in store for him, but he’d already lost his prize possession. If his day could be measured by a speedometer, one with Totally Fucked at one extreme and Totally Cool at the other, it was now pegged at Totally Fucked. Not many minutes before, when, soaring off the lip of a half pipe, he had done a 360 and stuck the landing, the dial hand been much closer to the other end.

No doubt about it; he was being kidnapped; and it couldn’t be for money. His parents had none.

He had been told to stay away from strangers and to never get in a car with one, but he had thought that only applied to adults; Logan seemed to be a kid, one a little older than Sergio, but still a kid – and he hadn’t got in the car; he was just reaching inside for a dog leash. What had he done wrong?

What did they want with him? Sergio knew about vaginas; he had two younger sisters and over the years had – at times – seen them naked; not recently, of course, not since they were older, but when they were younger.

He knew how babies were made. Sergio knew that the semen he produced when he jacked off, if deposited in a woman’s vagina, could make a baby. He knew that some perverts kidnapped and fucked girls. He just couldn’t figure out what they wanted with him. He didn’t have a vagina.

Sergio’s parents didn’t own a computer, and the only Internet surfing he did was at the library where porn sites were blocked. He probably wouldn’t have surfed gay porn sites, if it had been possible, although he might have taken a peek at some straight sites. There were a few cute girls at his school he couldn’t look at without getting hard; they had nice tits.

He knew about cock sucking; boys were always saying, “Suck my cock,” and he’d said it often enough to others. Despite that, he wasn’t sure how it was done. Did you just suck on a cock like it was a straw?

A good Catholic, Sergio didn’t know a lot about sex; he’d never been an altar boy. What he knew about sex, he’d learned from other boys his age. From them, he’d learned about jacking off and how to do it.

He was ashamed to do it, feeling somehow it was wrong; but he couldn’t seem to go a day without jacking off.

Sergio tried not to use the Lord’s name in vain, but when around other boys, when no adults were around, he liberally sprinkled his speech with shit and fuck. He was a boy, after all. He could even use the Spanish equivalents when with some of his Mexican friends.

The van slowed to a stop. Although Sergio’s speedometer representing his day was still pegged at Totally Fucked, his perception of it had dropped off the peg somewhat, possibly to What the Fuck. Sergio was stoned, high off the drugs in the pill had had been forced to swallow.

He was still scared – terrorized, actually – but it was as if his perceptions had been split, as if there were two of him. It was as if it were all happening to someone else, someone in a movie perhaps. He, the person watching the movie, actually felt pretty good, and was feeling better all the time.

He giggled behind the duct tape at his predicament. It was as if nothing could touch him, not the real him.

Damn! He wanted to jack off. Lying on his stomach, he rubbed his hard dick against the floor of the van. He came, spurting onto his stomach, which caused another giggle. Fuck! It felt good.

There came the whir of a large door rolling up. The van moved forward thirty or so feet. The door closed behind it.

“Welcome to your new home, Kid,” he heard a, now, familiar voice say.

The man slit the duct tape binding his wrists and rolled him over. Grasping an end of the duct tape over Sergio’s mouth, the man pulled it off.

“Ow!”

“Sorry, Kid. We’re home. Can you walk?”

He helped Sergio to his feet. By that time, Logan had exited though the driver’s door, and had opened the side door of the van. He said:

“Sergio! Welcome home. Welcome to our little family.”

Logan helped Sergio down from the van. The kid wasn’t too steady on his feet. He took Sergio’s hand.

“Come on. Let’s go meet your new dad.”

“Where are we?”

“Home.”

Jonathan sat in his office awaiting the new arrival. He had heard the van enter the old shipping bay of the building they had rented a few months before. It had been an old warehouse; it was, now, an improvised movie studio, dormitory, and brothel for a very select clientele.

Robert came into his office followed by Logan, who led the boy holding the kid’s hand.

He was everything the pictures had showed - more even - a beautiful kid, tall for his age, beautiful, brown eyes, black bangs down to his eyebrows, hair long in front of and behind his ears, but short enough over them that his ears showed. He looked more Spanish than Mexican, but he would do.

“Hey, Kid. What’s your name?”

“Sergio.”

“Glad to meet you, Sergio. I’m Jonathan. You’ve already met Logan and Robert. Take off your clothes, will you, Sergio? I want to see the merchandise.”

“Huh?”

Sergio was confused. Thinking had become most difficult.

“I think he needs a little help, Logan.”

Logan pulled off Sergio’s jacket, told him to raise his hands, and when Sergio complied, pulled his t-shirt off. The boy had a small patch of short, black, hair under each arm.

The head of his hard cock protruded beyond the top of his jeans, which rode low on his slim hips.

Jonathan stared:

“Fuck! This kid is hung. Let’s see it.”

Unbuttoning the boy’s jeans and unzipping his fly, Logan dropped the kid’s jeans and pushed his underwear down around his ankles.

Sergio stood looking down at his own hard cock. Other than his mother or his doctor, it was the first time in years anyone had seen him naked. It was the first time ANYONE had seen him naked while his cock was hard.

Jonathan wasn’t the only one that shook his head in wonder. Looking down at the boy’s cock, Logan said:

“Fuck!”

Jonathan replied:

“I think we need a tape measure. Don’t think a ruler is gonna be long enough.”

Robert went after one, coming back with it a few minutes later. He measured the boy’s dick.

“Ten and three-quarters inches. Fuck!”

Like his dick, the boy was long and lanky, long legs, long arms, and long torso. It was as if his body was made that way so it was proportional to his dick – or the other way around. He was long and thin and so was his cock. It wasn’t skinny, but considering how long it was, it was slender.

He had a patch of black hair above it, thick around the top of his cock, thinning as it radiated out from it.

They had expected him to have an erection – an effect of the drug – but they hadn’t expected him to have so long a cock. His balls were tight against the base of his cock, but would probably drop down some, when he wasn’t so aroused.

The kid had what looked like dried cum on his stomach. There was a corresponding wet spot on his t-shirt.

“Do you jack off, Kid?” Jonathan asked.

“Huh?”

“Think the kid’s too stoned to talk,” Logan said.

Continuing to stare at the kid, Jonathan shook his head.

“I don’t think we should rush into cutting off this kid’s junk. We should make a few videos of him paired with some of the other kids, say Dustin and Shawn. We might even pair him with Erin. Of course, we’ll pair him with the new girl, Allison, before we cut off his balls. Anchor Baby Fucks Texas Girl.

“Do you think she can handle him?” asked Logan. “She’s only twelve herself.”

Jonathan replied:

“I’m not even sure Erin can take all of it, and she’s had her share of cocks. It’s not a lot thicker than a regular sized cock, though, so any of them ought to be able to take it, even if they can’t take ALL of it.”

Robert asked:

“Do you want to put together a video, now?”

“Nah. We’ve got plenty of time. We’re putting on a show for some clients tomorrow. Maybe, we’ll put something together for them. Take him to the dorm. Maybe some of the kids can entertain him.”

Logan helped the boy off with his shoes and marched him naked out of Jonathan’s office. It all seemed like a dream to Sergio, like it was happening to someone else.

They came to a room. Boys were inside, some watching TV at the other end, a couple lying next to each other on a bed talking when Sergio and Logan entered the room. Logan called out:

“I have a new one for you; you might find him interesting.”

The boys on the bed looked up; the boys watching TV turned their heads in their direction. The mouth on the closest boy, one of those on the bed, dropped open:

“Fuck!” he said.

It must be a dream, Sergio thought.

All the boys were naked, and he didn’t see a cock or balls on any of them.

Logan said:

“I’ll leave him with you. He’s had some of the good shit, and I think it’s the first time he’s ever been stoned. He’s more than a little fucked up. Don’t think he’s quite figured out what’s going on. A couple of you might entertain him – if you know what I mean. Think all he’s ever done is maybe jack off.”

Logan laughed.

“He had cum stains on his t-shirt. I think he got off on the ride over rubbing his cock against the floorboards. I’ll leave him with you.”

The two boys on the bed walked over. A couple of those watching TV also came over. None of them had cock or balls.

Logan left.

Sergio stood watching the boys approach. His cock was still hard and had been hard since he had arrived. It had to be a dream; he’d had wet dreams before. Was this a prelude to one?

The first kid to reach him was a couple inches shorter than was Sergio, but he didn’t look up at Sergio’s face. He stared at Sergio’s cock.

“That’s the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen thicker ones, but that’s the longest one I’ve ever seen. Did they just snatch you?”

“Huh?”

“Goddamn! You are fucked up. What’s your name?”

“Ser – Sergio.”

“Sergio? Is that Mexican or something? You look a little Mexican. You must be the kid for that new video they’re gonna make. If you don’t mind, I want to touch it.”

Without an OK from Sergio, the boy wrapped his hand around Sergio’s cock.

“Jesus Christ! I’ll bet I can get two hands around it.”

He placed his other hand around Sergio’s cock and stroked it two handed. Even with his cock erect, Sergio’s foreskin still slid completely over the end of his dick.

It didn’t take much. Sergio ejaculated, the first spurts of his cum shooting almost a cock’s length – his cock’s length – from his cock.

His mother had touched his cock, but that had been years ago, and the doctor had examined it, pulling back the ample foreskin to make certain everything under it was fine, but no one, other than Sergio, had ever touched it while it was hard. Certainly, no one had ever jacked him off.

It felt good, but it also frightened Sergio. Every time before, after ejaculating during a wet dream, he had awakened, but this dream continued.

The boy, his hand still around Sergio’s cock, led him to the nearest bed.

“I’ll bet you’ve never had a blowjob, have you?”

He pushed Sergio onto the bed, and said to the others, “This kid is fucked up.”

He pushed Sergio onto his back and scooted him around, pulling his legs up onto the bed. Sergio let him. He seemed to have no will of his own.

Crawling into bed beside Sergio, the boy lowered his head until it rested on Sergio’s stomach, right above Sergio’s cock.

“I’ll never be able to deep throat this mother.”

His hot mouth closed around the head of Sergio’s cock.

It didn’t take long. The first spurt of Sergio’s cum struck the back of the boy’s throat, but the rest spurted onto the boy’s face. He had pulled away for a cum shot, knowing it would be captured on the hidden cameras.

How could he experience things in a dream he’d never experienced in real life? Was this really what it was like to have his cock sucked? Would it really feel this good? Was this a dream?

“My turn.”

Another boy, the other one that had been on the bed with the first boy, climbed on the bed with Sergio, lying on top of him, his face level with Sergio’s. He looked into Sergio’s eyes.

“Damn! You’re pretty.”

Sergio never had a boy tell him he was pretty, especially a boy that had no cock or balls; but then, he’d never before seen a boy with no cock or balls. It had to be a dream.

The boy kissed him. When Sergio opened his mouth – in surprise more than anything – the boy stuck his tongue in Sergio’s mouth.

Sergio knew enough to know he’d just been Frenched – Frenched by a cock-less, ball-less, boy no less. It was shocking, but not nearly as shocking what happened next. Stroking Sergio’s cock until it was hard, the boy sat on it. Sergio’s cock disappeared into the boy’s ass, not all of it, just the first eight or nine inches of it.

The kid bounced up and down on Sergio’s cock until Sergio once again ejaculated.

Finally, it was all too much, too much drugs, too much fucking and sucking, too many ejaculations. Sergio passed out. The other kids put him in one of the vacant beds.

Unbeknownst to Sergio, he’d found a new home. He had a new family with brothers and sisters of sorts. He had a new father, Jonathan, who had more power over him than his real father ever had.

His real father wouldn’t supply him with illicit drugs; he wouldn’t pimp him out for sex; his real father wouldn’t cut off his cock and his balls; but Jonathan could do all of those.

Jonathan had his good side; nothing he did was out of meanness.

The world was made up of the rich and the poor, the haves and the have-nots, men with cocks, and boys that had none. Jonathan was a student of History. For thousands of years men with power had cut off the cocks and balls of those that had none. It had provided a certain order in the world. As far as Jonathan was concerned, it was the way things should be.

A hundred years ago in the USA girls were often married by the age of fourteen. Not long before that, boys were men at fifteen or earlier. Earlier still, the rich and powerful kept young girls and boys for their pleasure and often those boys were missing balls, cock, or both. What right did society have to change the natural order of things?

Jonathan thought it didn’t, and he had become quite rich providing an alternative to normal society. He had expanded his business, providing boys for casual sexual encounters and selling cut boys to rich and powerful men that wanted their own.

His clients weren’t the dregs of society; the dregs couldn’t afford his prices. He counted among his clientele judges, local politicians, a congressman or two, and a US Senator.

Few, except for a parent or relative ever missed the kids he took, and many of them, picked up off the streets, lived a better life. They would have been fucked as it was, and would have probably died of AIDS, a slit throat, or a drug overdose.

All of Jonathan’s clients are thoroughly checked out, and they provided medical clearance or had to use condoms. Jonathan gave the kids enough drugs to keep them happy and horny but not enough to do any real damage, and he had a doctor on call, in case one of them became ill.

Jonathan didn’t treat them like his kids – most fathers don’t cut off their kids’ genitals – he treated them like prize livestock, for which he had affection.

Sergio awoke in a strange bed with a hangover from the drugs. He didn’t remember much of anything. He had met that boy in the park, the one with the dog, but what had happened afterward, was a blur, indistinct images, like a dream one can remember having without being able to remember what it was about.

There were other beds in the room, wall lockers beside them, and small bedside tables on the opposite sides of the beds. At one end of the room was a door; at the opposite end was a big screen TV with a couple of couches and a coffee table in front of it.

He was covered with a sheet. Lifting it, he saw he was naked. He had his usual morning erection, but he didn’t feel his usual need to jack off. It was as if he’d already done it too much the day before.

What was going on? Was he in a hospital or something? Nothing hurt, except for his head a little; but it didn’t hurt badly enough for him to be hospitalized. Why couldn’t he remember?”

He couldn’t very well get out of bed and walk around naked, so he yelled:

“Hello…Hey…Anyone there?”

A few moments passed. Sergio was about ready to wrap the top sheet around him and go looking for someone, when the door opened. A girl came in. She had on shorts and a t-shirt but no shoes.

She was too young to be a nurse, and she didn’t wear the pink pinstriped uniform girls volunteering in hospitals wore. She spoke:

“Hey, Sergio. Glad to see you’re awake. I didn’t see you when you came in yesterday – I was kinda busy – but I’ve heard about you. My name’s Erin.”

Erin had been busy with a client, and she had been chosen to introduce Sergio to the community. She wore clothes, which she didn’t usually wear, because she didn’t want give Sergio too much of a shock by walking in on him naked.

“Where am I? I want to go home.”

“Sorry, Kid. You are home. Your parents were sent back to Mexico, and you’re staying with us for a while.”

“They were picked up by Immigration?”

Sergio knew his parents were in the United States illegally, but so were others in his neighborhood. His parents were careful, and they had lived all his life in Texas without ever going back to Mexico.

He had relatives back in Mexico, but he’d never seen them.

“Yeah. They want to stay with us, until they can come back for you.”

It didn’t jive with what Sergio remembered. What he remembered last was skateboarding in the park and meeting that kid – the one with the dog.

“Get up, and we’ll get you some breakfast. Everyone else has eaten, but I think we can talk the cook into fixing you something.”

“I – I don’t have anything on. Where are my clothes?”

“This is kind of a special place for kids. We don’t wear clothes here.”

“You have clothes on.”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll take mine off. I don’t like wearing them, anyway.”

Sergio watched, his mouth open, as Erin pulled off her t-shirt revealing two, firm, teenage breasts. To his greater shock, she slipped off her shorts. She had nothing under them. In two swift motions, she was as naked as he was under the sheets.

“Is that better?”

Unable to answer, all Sergio could only stare. He was seeing real live tits for the first time; he was seeing snatch for the first time. His cock immediately became erect.

Erin pulled back the sheet. It was her turn to drop her mouth and stare.

“My God! They were right. That’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen on a kid; it may be the biggest cock I’ve ever seen – period.”

Still lying on the bed, Sergio tried to cover himself, but his two hands weren’t adequate for the task. Erin pulled his hands away.

“Don’t hide it; flaunt it; that’s something to be proud of; and around here, you might not have it for long.”

Sergio didn’t catch that part; he was too self-conscious about her seeing him naked and about her seeing his hard-on.

She touched it. Sergio gasped.

Wrapping her hand around Sergio’s cock, Erin started jacking him off. All he could do was watch.

He ejaculated, the first spurt shooting an inch or two, the rest dribbling out. It wasn’t usual for him – he usually spurted more - but he had ejaculated more often than usual the day before, even if he didn’t remember it.

“OK. We got that out of the way; now, let’s go.”

She took his hand and pulled him to his feet.

“I want to go home.”

“Sorry. From now on, this is your home. The sooner you accept it the better off you’ll be.”

“Did Immigration really pick up my mom and dad?”

Erin was leading him by the hand. They were walking down the hallway outside the room. He could have fought her, even though she was bigger, but what would that accomplish? At least, if he went with her, he might find out where he was.

“No. That was a lie. Logan snatched you.”

“The kid with the dog?”

Erin laughed.

“He used the old lost dog ruse, huh? Yeah, that sounds like Logan.”

By that time, they were in the dining room.

“Have a seat – don’t run off; no place to go – and I’ll see if the cook will fix you breakfast.”

The cook came out; he was Mexican.

“Como te llamas?”

“Sergio.”

“Habla Engles?”

“Si – yes.”

Of course, he spoke English.

“You’re a…big…boy,” the man said, looking Sergio up and down.

“If you think he’s big, now, you should have seen him a few minutes ago.”

Erin laughed. Sergio’s face burned. He knew what she meant.

At least, the cook was dressed.

“What would you like to eat, Sergio? Do you like huevos rancheros?”

“Yes.”

“Do you drink coffee, or would you like orange juice?”

“Orange juice.”

“How about you, Erin?”

“Just coffee.”

While they waited, Erin handed Sergio a napkin, so he could wipe his nose and face. He had been crying; his face was wet with tears; and his nose ran.

“Why can’t I go home?”

“You belong to Jonathan, now. We all belong to Jonathan. He owns us.”

“You can’t own other people.”

“Jonathan can – and does.”

The cook, Eduardo, brought out breakfast.

“What does Jonathan want with me?”

“Eat first; and I’ll tell you.”

Sergio ate; he was hungry; Erin drank her coffee. He soon finished.

“OK. What does Jonathan want with me? Why won’t he let me go home?”

“The first thing he wants is your balls. He’s going to cut them off.”

“Huh?”

Sergio’s eyes went wide; his mouth dropped.

Erin loved watching their faces, when they learned they were going to lose their balls. Losing their balls wasn’t that big a deal; they were going to also lose their cocks; and what good were balls without a cock?

She might as well tell him; he’d figure it out for himself, when he saw the other boys. He obviously didn’t remember meeting them the day before.

Sergio’s hand was protectively covering his balls. He was still freaked out about being naked, but she was naked, too, and he didn’t see an alternative. Maybe it was some weird nudist club – or something.

“You’re – you’re kidding – right?”

“No. Let’s go to the Dayroom. Some of the guys will be there. You’ll see for yourself.”

In the Dayroom, several boys – if they could be called boys any longer – were playing games, ping pong, video games, pool, or watching TV. All looked around when Erin and Sergio walked in.

“Sergio!” one said. “Remember me? Guess you don’t,” he added, seeing the confused look on Sergio’s face.

But not remembering the boy wasn’t what confused Sergio. The boy, like the others in the room was naked and like them, he had no cock or balls.”

Sergio looked from him to Erin.

“Yep,” Erin said. “That’s you before long. No boy keeps his cock or balls here, not even a cock as magnificent as yours is.”

They helped Sergio to a seat on a couch. His knees were wobbly. The boy that had spoken to him sat beside Sergio.

“We met yesterday, but you were pretty fucked up; you probably don’t remember me. My name’s Dustin.”

“I want to go home.”

“Yeah, we all did, at first; but it’s not so bad here.”

Dustin looked down at his bare crotch.

“Even that isn’t so bad. You get used to it. Actually, it’s kinda cool not having all that junk hanging between your legs, and by the time they cut off your dick, you’ve been without balls long enough you don’t really miss it except for peeing. It’s kind of a pain, at first, to have to sit down every time you want to pee. I will say, you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen on a kid. You must be proud of it.”

“No! I hate it. It’s too big.”

“Fuck! I guess no one is ever satisfied with his cock. I thought mine was too small. You jack off, don’t you?”

Sergio’s face turned red; but he didn’t answer.

“Yeah. You jack off. You might think you’d miss it; you probably can’t help but do it. I used to jack off three or four times a day; but now, I don’t even think about it. If you don’t have balls, you don’t need to jack off.”

Grasping Sergio’s cock, Dustin began stroking it.

“No!”

Sergio tried to push Dustin’s hand away. He had allowed Erin to jack him off, but they had been alone in the room, and she was a girl, a naked girl, the first he’d seen.

Dustin was a boy – or he had once been a boy – and the room was full of people, who were all watching.

Erin sat next to him pulling his hand away.

“Cool it. People say Dustin gives great blowjobs. I understand he gave you one yesterday. From what I hear, you enjoyed it.”

Dustin stoked his dick. In spite of his embarrassment, Sergio’s cock got hard. When it was sufficiently hard, Dustin leaned over letting Sergio’s cock slide into his mouth.

At first, Sergio tried to push Dustin away, but Sergio was a little stoned from the drugs in his orange juice, which lowered his inhibitions; besides Erin wouldn’t let him. After a few minutes, Sergio no longer tried; it felt too good.

Have to give Dustin credit, six inches of Sergio’s cock slid into his mouth and down his throat; but that left another five he couldn’t manage.

It didn’t matter much to Sergio, the best six inches of his cock were in Dustin’s hot mouth.

He came; Dustin pulled back for a cum shot, but the cameras didn’t catch much. Sergio had shot his load so often the last couple of days, not much was left. He needed day or two to reload.

Dustin looked up at Sergio, wiped a little of Sergio’s cum off the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

“Did you like it?”

Sergio shook his head

Dustin looked at the others.

“I think he liked it.”

Erin stood up.

“I’m leaving you here with the guys. The dorm area is secure; there is no way out; so you might as well relax and try to have fun. If you don’t want any more sex, the guys will leave you alone; but sex is a big part of what we do here; so you might as well relax and enjoy that, too. I don’t know when Jonathan’s cutting off your balls, but I doubt you’ll keep them for a week. Most boys get them cut off the first day. Dustin had his cut off his first day.”

“You’ll keep your cock a while longer, and you’ll probably be capable of jacking off without them – at least, at first. Every kid is different. A month without balls, and some kids can’t even get hard.”

She laughed:

“You’ll be one of the girls, except you won’t have one of these.”

She ran her hand over her groin, letting her middle finger slide into her vagina.

“The bathroom is through that door.”

She pointed at a door on the far end of the room.

“Hang out with the guys; go to lunch and dinner with them; and come back here and hang out afterward. As far as I know, nothing is planned for you the next couple of days. Be cool. The guys say losing their cocks and balls isn’t the worst thing in the world. Most of them no longer miss them.”

She laughed again.

“I wouldn’t know. I can get all the cocks I want without having to grow one.”

She left.

Sergio sat where he was a bit. The other guys left him alone. Bored after a while, he went to the couch by the TV and sat down.

After he’d watched TV for an hour or so, a kid tapped him on the shoulder.

“Want to play a videogame? We have all the latest ones.”

Sergio shrugged.

He spent from then to lunch playing videogames; while he played, he forgot he was naked and he was soon to get his balls cut off.

Days passed. Boys left from time to time to take care of a client. Sergio never had to jack himself off. Drugs lowered his inhibitions, and he learned the joys of having it sucked and of fucking, once even fucking Erin. Someone was always willing to take care of things when he was horny; and when he wasn’t they left him along and he played kid games. Sex became just one of the other games they played.

He cried sometimes, mostly at night, and often Shawn or Dustin, who more or less adopted him, would crawl in bed with him, holding him until he fell asleep.

When he talked about how he missed skateboarding, Jonathan had half pipes and ramps built in an unused portion of the warehouse and supplied them with top of the line skateboards. The boys that knew how to skateboard taught those that wanted to learn. Of them all, Sergio was the best.

Sergio starred in videos. He fucked Shawn and Dustin in some of them; he fucked Erin in one. He had his cock sucked in others. He liked being the star; and no one had said anything else about cutting off his balls.

Shawn often slept in the same bed as Sergio. They had become more than just friends. They were talking one night. Shawn said:

“Maybe Jonathan isn’t going to cut you. That dick of yours and you are stars.”

He had his hand wrapped around Sergio’s cock and was slowly stroking it.

“I hope they don’t, cause I like your dick. I’d hate for it to be another trophy in Jonathan’s case.”

Jonathan had the cutoff cock of each boy he cut plasticized in an erect state and kept them in a trophy case in his office. Shawn had seen his there.

Sergio had another thing on his mind. He clenched his teeth and said through them:

“Oh – oh fuck! I’m gonna cum.”

He turned his face toward Shawn, and they kissed while spunk shot from his cock.

Robert was describing the next video to Sergio and a girl Sergio hadn’t met before. She was about his age; she was naked, had small, pert, breasts, and was a blonde with blue eyes. The color of her pubic hair matched that on her head.

The set was the bedroom of a teenage girl, a bed, dresser, girly things and stuffed animals strewn around, posters of the latest teen pop star on the wall.

“We start with Allison tied up naked on the bed. You’re standing beside the bed with your clothes on; you’ve just tied her up. You take off your clothes, climb onto the bed and rape her. Got it?”

Sergio nodded:

“Yeah. I got it.”

Robert, who directed the videos turned to Allison.

“You scream and try to fight him off, but of course, you can’t. Your arms and legs are tied to the four corners of the bed. You got it?”

She nodded.

One of the prop guys tied Allison to the bed. Cameras, several filming from different angles, rolled. Sergio stood beside the bed wearing clothes typically worn by gang members from the barrio of L.A., clothes unlike any he’d ever worn.

“I’m gonna rape you, Bitch,” Sergio said, using a heavy Mexican accent. Sergio normally spoke English with a Texas accent.

Sergio stripped, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. His cock was hard; she was cute and turned Sergio on. Besides, he had a buzz on from the drugs they’d given him. They always made him horny.

He climbed on the bed. As instructed, Allison screamed and struggled, but she was securely tied down. He climbed on top of her and plunged his dick into her vagina. She screamed again – for a different reason – when his dick struck the other end of her vagina.

Sergio came; a door in one wall of the set opened; a man rushed in.

“Motherfucker! Get off my daughter.”

Grabbing Sergio, one arm around Sergio’s neck and one around his chest under his arms, he pulled Sergio off Allison.

The look of surprise on Sergio’s face wasn’t faked. No one had told him about this part.

A woman rushed in, going over to Allison.

“My poor baby.”

She looked at the man holding Sergio.

“We’re not going to let him get away with this, are we?”

The man shook his head.

“No.”

He dragged Sergio onto another set. It looked like the inside of a barn. Hay was scattered on the floor.

“What’s going on?” Sergio asked, but no one answered.

The man tied Sergio to a post, his arms tied behind it, his feet pulled back beside the post and tied.

Sergio was frightened; as far as he knew, this wasn’t in the script. The man forced Sergio’s mouth open, placing a red shop rag between his teeth and tied it behind Sergio’s head.

The woman, leading a now clothed Allison by the hand, came onto the set.

“Are you going to fix him?”

“Yes.”

Picking up a tool of sorts that looked to Sergio like a big pair of pliers, the man placed a small green band on it, and pressed the handles stretching the band. He walked over to Sergio, took Sergio’s balls in one hand and slipped them through the band, releasing it on his ball sac up close to his cock.

It hurt!

Even with the drugs, Sergio’s cock wasn’t hard; still, flaccid, it was almost six inches long. The man placed another band around it up close to its base. He picked up a knife off the same table on which he had found the bander and turned to Allison.

“You want to do it?”

Allison took the knife.

“Yes.”

With the knife in her hand, she walked up to Sergio until her face was but inches from his.

“Beaner – rapist.”

Sergio felt her hand on his balls. Then, the pain he felt was extreme, like getting kicked in the balls but worse. He felt a sharp, stabbing, pain, as though she had plunged the knife deep inside his abdomen.

She held something up to his face, a bloody fold of skin containing two oblong objects. Sergio didn’t have to be told what they were.

She dropped them onto the floor.

There was another sharp pain, not as bad as before, but bad enough. She held up another object.

It didn’t look quite the same as it had, but he’d never seen if from that angle; still he recognized it. She said:

“I’ll keep this as a souvenir. You’ll never rape another girl.”

Filming the video over, they rushed Sergio to an operating room set up nearby. A doctor was waiting; a nurse inserted a needle into a vein in Sergio’s arm and started an IV. That was the last thing Sergio remembered until he awoke later in the recovery room.

He was stitched and bandaged down there; and a catheter ran from his groin to somewhere off the end of the bed.

He healed. He had a neat, pink, scar running vertically down his groin, but it was mostly hidden by his pubic hair. Some boys had theirs removed, but Jonathan let Sergio keep his.

Jonathan showed him his plasticized cock. It was the biggest cock in his collection.

When he starred in another video with Allison he played one of her eunuch servants. Before filming started, she told him:

“Sorry about that. I was just doing my job.”

But she wasn’t – sorry, that is. It had been her favorite role.