I rolled off Jez. Spunk was still oozing from my cock. "Dad," Jez said, "he raped me.

My eyes went wide; my mouth dropped open. I knew I was in trouble, but this, I didn't expect. "I never," I protested.

Jez began crying; I didn't know whether she was faking or not; but the tears were real. They flowed down her face. Shit! I felt like crying; I was scared. "He forced himself on me, Dad," she said.

By that time, they were standing over us. The older boy, as did the dad, had a thick bush of pubic hair. The younger boy had none. None of them - of course - had dicks or balls. From the way the older boy looked at mine, I'd swear he was jealous I still had mine. When he spoke, I was sure he was: "Let's nullify him, Dad. I'll get a knife."

Now, I had accepted that I'd be nullified sooner or later, and sometimes, I wanted to be, but I didn't want to be nullified in a barn by an angry father and a jealous kid. I reminded them of what Joshua had said in the meeting: "I'm protected; Joshua said I was."

"Joshua wouldn't protect a rapist," the older kid said. "He would want him nullified."

"I'm no rapist. She wanted me."

"Liar! You forced yourself on me," Jez said.

Conscious of my cock and balls, I covered them with one hand. "She fucked me. The first time we fucked, she was on top; besides, I'm protected.”

“He ain’t protected,” the older boy said. “He ain’t got no rubber on.”

“I didn’t mean protected that way,” I said. “I meant I’m protected by Joshua. He said no one could hurt me.”

“Joshua ain’t protecting no rapist,” the older boy said again. Of the three males, he seemed to be doing all the talking.

“I’m no rapist,” I protested once again. Sitting up, I pointed over to the stage. “My clothes are way over there. She led me over here by my dick.”

“No daughter of mine would do that,” the father said, but the look on his face didn’t affirm that he believed it.

Cashing in on that, I said, “I’m not the first guy she fucked.” I felt like a snitch, but she had started it with the lie about the rape.

Leaning over, the father backhanded me across the face, “Don’t be telling lies about my daughter.”

My face stung from the blow. “Nullify him, Dad,” Jez said. “Send Eric or Davy for a knife. If you don’t want to do it, I will. After all, I’m the one he raped.”

“No, let me do it. She’s a girl.”

I looked at the older boy as he spoke. He wanted my junk cut off, because he was jealous I still had it. I was sure of that. Maybe it was the way he looked at them, at my dick and balls, but I knew he was jealous. He’d been nullified after puberty – and was already jacking off, Jez had said – so he knew how good it felt. I’ll bet he was taken kicking and screaming to the doctor to have his stuff cut off.

“Let Eric cut off his balls, but let me cut off his dick,” she said. “He stuck it in me.”

“What’s with you? You liked my dick.” I flinched as her father drew back his hand, thinking he was going to hit me again.

“Let me do him,” she said again.

“It wouldn’t be right,” her dad said. “Nullification isn’t a punishment, it’s a sacred rite; it remakes us in God’s image. Only through nullification can we enter Heaven. Do you think I had your brothers and myself nullified as some kind of punishment? We did it, so we could be one with God.”

His words were like a lullaby, soothing my fears. If they weren’t going to nullify me, what could they do?

Maybe Joshua would have me nullified for having sex with Jez, but I didn’t think he’d believe I’d raped her; and anyway, I knew he’d have me nullified some day. At least, I’d fucked someone before losing my dick and balls, even if it hadn’t been Andrew.

God! Andrew was hot. I still wanted him. It was probably best that I got nullified. At least, I wouldn’t want him all the time.

“What are you gonna do, then?” Jez said. “You gonna just let him get away with it?”

“We’ll tell Joshua, I guess,” her dad said.

“Joshua is just a kid, and he’s his friend.” She gestured toward me with a tilt of her head. “Joshua might even believe him; then, what would happen to me? You know he thinks about girls, what everyone thinks: girls are the reason sin exists. He’ll believe I seduced him; and then, what will happen to me?”

“You probably did,” the older boy, the one called Eric, said. Turning to his father, he added, "She fucked me.”

My mouth dropped open. Jez had told me she had walked in on her brother while he was jacking off, but she hadn’t said anything about fucking him.

I saw the fear on her face; I heard it in her voice. Looking at her father, she said, “I walked in on him, while he was jacking off. He forced himself on me. It’s a good thing you had him neutered; else, he probably would have raped some girl.”

“Bull!” the boy said. “I never did nothing with any other girl other than kiss them – and maybe feel them up some. Only their tits,” he added. “I never felt no other girl – other than Jez - down there.” He glanced at Jez’s crotch. “And she fucked me more than that once. She came into my room at night.”

Although the father still held me, I felt his grip slacken. Clearly, his attention was focused elsewhere. Things were looking up for me. Unfortunately, all this talk about fucking made my dick hard. “Look!” the younger boy said, pointing at my cock. It stood at full attention.

“Jesus!” said Eric.

“Was yours that big?” the younger boy, Davy, asked. Eric shook his head.

“It’s gross,” Davy said. “Aren’t you glad you don’t have one anymore?”

“Yeah,” said Eric, but the look on his face, one seeped in jealousy, said otherwise. I was certain he’d been dragged, kicking and screaming, to his nullification. I guessed he didn’t believe in the Nutters any more than his sister did. Their father evidently believed, and Davy was too young to know any better, but Jez had told me she didn’t believe in the Nutters, and I didn’t think Eric believed either.

I didn’t know what I believed. At times, around Joshua, I believed. He and his brothers didn’t miss having genitals - I couldn’t even image them having genitals - and being around them made me think that maybe there was a god and that he wanted us to be like him.

Hell, even I couldn’t imagine that God needed a dick or balls.

“We can’t just let him go,” said Jez. “He might tell Joshua.”

“Tell Joshua what?” I turned toward the barn’s door. I recognized that voice.