Registered Sex Offender Part 11: Chip's Final Treatment

"I hear you think you're pretty good with a knife," Chip said as soon as he'd caught up with the older kid.
"Not pretty good," the other replied. "I’m the best!"
"Oh yeah? So what have you done?"
"Who are you, some sorta investigating committee of one?"
"I'm someone who needs a job done - a very special job. But I gotta find the right one to do it."
"Oh, yeah? And what's that you need doin'?"
"I'm not sure if you're the right guy. How do I know you're any good?"
"Trust me. I'm good!"

Chip had the kid's interest now, so he decided to draw him a little closer. Obviously Doc thought he wanted someone killed or disfigured; which of course was correct in a way. "Ever castrate anybody?" Chip asked.
"Before or after I took 'em out?"
"Neither. Just cut the nuts off. Then leave the guy to recover. Ever do it?"
"Nope. Sounds crazy to me. How would I do it anyway, without the guy bleeding to death?"
"I can show you, if you're interested. Are you?"
"Maybe. Who you want de-manned?"
"Me."

Doc looked sharply at Chip, then looked around to see if there was anyone listening. He had concluded that he was the brunt of some kind of joke, but he didn't know how or where or why. "You mess with me," he threatened, "and I really will cut your nuts off."
"Good," Chip replied. "That's what I want."
"Why?"
"I got my reasons. You interested?"
"Sounds crazy to me, and kinky. Why don't you just do it yourself?"
"Cause I don't think I can. If I thought I could do it myself it would already be done. But I guess you can't either, right? Sorry to bother you, Doc."

By now Chip had been in this prison almost two years; two years in which he had learned a lot. He knew now that his intelligence was far superior to most of the boys in here, and particularly superior to that of Doc, the knife boy. He knew how these kids worked now; he knew that the most important thing to them was the respect they commanded of others. Guards, officials, even the warden meant nothing to them. The respect of their peers meant everything! Chip knew that this kid would be putty in his hands once he convinced him that he thought the “knife boy” was not up to the task at hand. Chip didn’t even know it himself yet, but he had learned well the manipulative powers his sister had held over him for years; now he was using those powers, enhanced by his incredible intelligence, to get what he wanted from those who had the skill to do it.

"I didn't say I couldn’t do it," Doc answered quickly. "Suppose I did it. What's in it for me?"
"I'll be honest," Chip said, "I don't have anything. No money, no radio, no nothing. So I'm offering me."
"You?"
"Uh-huh. You do this for me, and supply me with smokes, and I'll be your own private cocksucker and fuck buddy as long as you're here. You can fuck my brains out as long as we’re both in here."
"Yeah? Until you get tired of me."
"As long as you're here! I've seen some of your friends, and I'm not gonna mess with them, or you either. I’m offering you on a silver platter what a lot of guys in here would kill to do. Do we have a deal?"

"We're in different dorms," Doc protested.
"You know that's not a problem," Chip answered. "At least for me it isn’t."
"But how..."
"I told ya, I'll show you how, where to cut, everything! I've been studying about it."
"But there'll be a lot of blood. Where'll we do it?"
"The way I show you, there won't be that much blood. Besides, we'll do it in the infirmary."

"You're outa your fuckin' mind! We're just gonna walk in there and tell everyone to leave, cause I want to cut your nuts off?"
"We can do it," Chip assured him. "I've checked it out. I know how to get in and out. There's an examination room that has no windows. We can go in at night and work all night. We can use a couple lookouts, and if anyone comes, just turn out the light. It's pitch black in there at night."
"But how d'ya get in?"
"Oh, no! That you find out only by having me get you in. Let's just say that's part of your payment: After you agree to do it, we'll all go in together. After that you'll know how, and you can go in any time you like."

"How you gonna show me where to cut?" Doc asked. His increased respiration rate told Chip that he was getting aroused by the prospect.
"Tonight okay?" he said with his most seductive look. "I thought I'd show you the spot on your body, just before I give you a sample blow job."
"B-blow job?" Doc wheezed.
"Uh-huh. That is, if you're interested, and not... uh... chicken!"

Chip was somewhat amused to find Doc very ill at ease when he made his visit. This macho seventeen year old, who was outwardly afraid of nothing, was not at all comfortable with the prospects of having his genitals manipulated, touched, or even seen by anyone else. Of course there were the community showers the boys all shared, and Chip knew from that little piece of jail society that Doc had nothing to be proud of in the endowment department. But what Chip didn't know was that Doc's equipment, when fully erect, was downright pitiful as far as size was concerned. Chip's penis, on the other hand, had been growing steadily since he was twelve. At this point in his life, anyone who considered size to be important would call Chip's wang downright magnificent, hard or soft! So when Chip crawled in with Doc and began sliding his hand down his front, Doc stopped him at the waist."Tell ya what," Doc suggested. "Just finding out how to get in that infirmary is payment enough. You're a kinda OK guy, so we'll just forget the other, okay?"
"Okay," Chip pouted. "But... well... I've never been turned down before."
"You WANT to do it?"
"Not exactly. But I've got so I don't mind. And I do want to pay you somehow."

"I told ya, you're payin' me enough. I'm gonna learn how to castrate guys, and I'll be able to get into the infirmary. That's enough."
"And," Chip reminded, "you'll have a friend - if you want one."

"By the way," Chip said as they got ready for their first lesson. "I'm gonna call you Sean, okay?"
"Everybody calls me Doc."
"I know. But I got this thing about nicknames. Your name's Sean, and that's what I want to call you."
"Okay," Sean said doubtfully. He was quite surprised that this unlikely kid was taking control, calling the shots, and in spite of himself Sean was letting him. Chip had also learned in his two years’ incarceration that he should take control whenever and wherever he could. Doc frightened him, but it would be deadly to show his fear. Chip knew that his best chance of survival was to appear brash and daring, fearless even. One way to do this was to reject the name that was generally accepted and choose his own. He was absolutely delighted and relieved when his plan worked.

Chip had a small flashlight that he used for reading after lights out. With that in hand, he pushed his shorts to his ankles and the two boys covered their heads with the blanket. Chip described the internal makeup of the male scrotum, pointing out this and that on his own body. He invited Sean to touch and feel, not in any erotic way, but just as a means to discovering what Chip was trying to demonstrate.

"Why don't you just cut your dick off?" Sean wanted to know.
"I'd love to," Chip answered. "But there'd be too much blood. I'm afraid we might not be able to get the bleeding stopped, and it'd show and get us both in a lot of trouble. This way it'll be hardly noticeable for a long time. I’d also like the scrotum gone, but I can’t for the same reason. Even empty my bag will show that something’s there, and as long as I have to shower here that’s important. I’m thinking of you, Sean!”
"But what's it gonna do? To you, I mean?"
"I'm not sure. But from what I've read, my dick'll shrink a little, I'll lose some body hair, and I certainly won't grow any more. My voice won't get any deeper. In other words, I'll become a lot like I was when I was ten, except that I'll be bigger, and I won’t be able to get hard any more."
"And that's what you want?" Sean asked incredulously.
"That's what I want."

Chip saw a side of Sean the Doc that no one else, at least in their world, had ever seen. Chip was anxious to get on with the project, but Sean said absolutely not! He was committed to going through with it, he said, but only after he was sure he had all the details right. He wanted to know about pain and how to alleviate it, how to avoid infection, and of course how to be sure Chip wouldn't regret the whole thing six months later. And so the whole thing got delayed while Chip taught Sean everything he'd learned, and then the two boys undertook to learn more. It wasn't easy getting the books they needed in the setting they found themselves without arousing suspicion, but with the help of a lot of friends they managed. And they became very good friends in the process.

"You seem a lot more reserved," Ed said to Chip in mid January, "since Andy got..."
"Murdered?" Chip spat back at him.
"Chip, he wasn't murdered. He was climbing the fence, and the guards were very nervous. It shouldn't have happened, but it wasn't murder."
"No? Why the hell was he on the fence, Ed?"

"From what I heard, and from what you yourself said, he just got claustrophobic and panicked. Then things got a little crazy."
"Yeah, he got claustrophobic all right! After he'd been teased and driven to it."
"You blame the guards?"
"No, Ed. And I don't blame the guys either. I blame myself."

"You? Why for God's sake? You were the only friend he had!"
"Uh-huh. And the only lover. That's why the guys were on him all the time. They didn't want me messing with him, they wanted him for themselves to abuse! That's how it is when you're fat; or skinny; or gay; or big; or little; or anything else unusual."
"But you saved him from..."
"I saved him from a lifetime of abuse. Yeah, that's true. But I also got him killed. Two ways of sayin' the same thing, right?"

"Chip," Ed said uncomfortably, "I was hoping that you..."
"What, Ed?"
"Chip, Andy's parents have asked to visit you. I told them that he only had one real friend, and they immediately wanted to see you. I'm afraid I hid behind the policy of no visitors without the inmate's consent. You don't have to if you don't want to, but they would really like to see you. I can’t allow it if I think you’re gonna go off on them like you just went off on me."
"But I do want to! I want to a lot!"
"Are you sure? In your present frame of mind..."
"Ed, if I ever learned anything in here, I've learned that I can't undo things. It's done and it's too bad. I can't undo what I've done, only take steps to prevent it from happening in the future. And I'm working on that. So if I can ease their pain a little, I wanna do that. I won’t tell them what I just told you; I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I'm just glad he had parents who cared, and I’m not gonna hurt them."
"Okay," Ed said doubtfully, "I'll set it up. But I wanted to give you your picture back."

"Thanks. But maybe you shouldn't."
"Why not? From the way it's worn, you seem to look at it a lot."
"Yeah, I do. And that's the problem. I keep looking at it, staring at it, and wishing. But I wish for things that can never be. I'd be better off not having it."

"What do you see when you look at it, Chip?"
"No you don’t! You first! What do you see?"
"What I don't see is a rapist, nor a slut! I see two young kids, both absolutely beautiful in their own way. I see a pretty typical boy next door, albeit a little more handsome than most, and a pretty little girl whose radiance reveals her happiness. The kids are very, very happy, and very much in love. I see two kids who, like all kids who are experiencing something really special, think life as they know it right now will go on forever. I see two people who are extremely lucky to have each other. She's really lovely, Chip; but so are you! You're both absolutely gorgeous! And I believe your love for each other shows, even makes you both more gorgeous!"

Chip eyed Ed suspiciously. "Unless I missed something," he observed, "you just told me you find me attractive."
"Extremely!"
"So you're gay?"
"No, Chip, I'm not gay; nor do I want to jump your bones. But that doesn't mean I can't see beauty where it exists. You've gotta know by now that you're one fine looking guy! I could sit and look at you all day, especially the way you're dressed in that picture. You have to learn, Chip, that relationships can be built on more than sex; and one person can admire another without desiring them sexually."

"You really see all that stuff in that picture?"
"I really do, Chip."
"Even the stuff about us being so happy?"
"Uh-huh. Especially that."
"We'd been lovers, I mean, we'd been having sex for about two months when that was taken."
"I know, Chip. You told me you'd had sex the very first time you met. But why this picture? Why was this one so special?"

"I dunno, really. I guess when I look at it, I see the same things you do. But I see more. I see myself as Kim's protector; her knight in shining armor, maybe. I remember the day it was taken. We hadn't been in bed together for about three days, which in itself was a first. But we had just come to the realization that we had so much more between us than a cock and a vagina. Oh, we had that, and we both loved it. But there was so much more! I think that day I was almost wishing I could go on as a kid forever. And I didn't want to screw her any more, because that was an adult thing, and I wanted to be a perpetual kid. And I wanted to be with Kim, and stand over her the way I was in that picture, and protect her, forever!"

Chip’s last comments about the picture Ed had handed him ended their session. They still had almost half an hour to go, but Chip had totally lost it again. Actually in Chip’s mind he had lost everything: his parents, his beautiful, albeit rather young girl friend, his sister, his lovers, his friends. But most important, and unbeknownst to Ed, he was very close to losing the cause of it all.

"You all set for Saturday night?" Sean said excitedly.
"Yeah," Chip said. "I was beginning to think it was never gonna happen. Man, I'm so excited I can hardly wait!"
"Well, ya gotta wait. And I got a little treat for ya, too!"
"Treat? What kinda treat?"
"Cocaine! Real good stuff! We'll get you high so you won't feel the pain."

"I don't wanna be out! I wanna watch."
"You won't be out. But you'll be high so you can enjoy it without screamin' yer head off."
"I don't like it."
"You never had drugs before?"
"Nope. Never did, never want to."
"Well, you're gonna. Saturday night!"

"Chip," Mrs. Whitcombe said as they shook hands, "it was really good of you to see us."
"No problem," Chip said self-consciously. "Andy was a good friend."
"Andy?" she echoed, "You called him Andy?"
"Yes, ma'am. That was his name, wasn’t it?"
"But everyone called him Tubby!"
"Not me, ma'am. I don't do nicknames, especially ones like 'Tubby'. That’s just plain cruel!"

Chip walked with his guests across the grounds, looking for a vacant picnic table to sit at. They chatted about Andy, his likes and dislikes, his aspirations and desires. "It's odd," Mrs. Whitcombe said, "you seemed such good friends, yet Andy never mentioned you in his letters, and never introduced us when we visited."
"It's not odd," Chip answered. "In fact it's pretty common. In here we're in another world - a world that is quite apart from the outside, and lots of guys like to keep the two separated."
"But Andy wasn't like that! He had so few friends, he was always very excited when he made a new one."

Chip didn't respond for a moment. It was Saturday afternoon, mere hours before he was to become a new person - a eunuch - one that would no longer be a threat to anyone. Should he tell them why Andy had kept their friendship a secret? He decided that he should. It was unlikely that they would understand, or that they'd like it, or Chip for having been a part of it; but he suddenly had this thing about telling the truth. And besides, it had turned out that Andy was to be Chip's last lover, ever! So that meant something, didn't it?

"Mr. and Mrs. Whitcombe," Chip said as he looked into their eyes, "you asked me what happened. Well, I can't tell you the whole story without hurting you, but I think you have a right to know. A lot of it you won't understand, and you'll probably want to have me arrested after I tell you, but I gotta tell you."
"It's okay, Chip," the lady said. "We need to know the truth. Andy had his problems, but he never deserved to be put in here."

"The truth is," Chip said as he swallowed hard, "Andy and I were a whole lot more than friends. It started as a self defense maneuver, but before we knew it we were full fledged lovers. We really loved each other."

"You..." Mr. Whitcombe stammered. "You and my son..."
"Yes, sir, we were."
"But the rules! We thought..."
"You're right, sir, the rules say no sexual contact. But it goes on all the time. In here, we get a choice. We can get raped, or we can pair off with someone and be left alone by all the others. That's what Andy and I did. But with us, it very quickly became more than just a defensive move. We truly loved each other; as much as two cons can love."

"But... What about AIDS?"
"There's lots of it in here. That's another reason for having a steady. If you’re being raped randomly, sooner or later you’re gonna catch AIDS because those who have it just don’t care. They’ll rape any and all, but there’s a code of behavior too. If you’re paired off with someone, the rest of the inmates will leave ya alone. "
"And Andy went along with this?"
"Yes, sir, he did. He was reluctant at first, but when he realized how it was he chose the lesser of two evils: Me!

"After it became obvious that Andy and I were going to stay together, some of the older guys got jealous. As you probably know, lots of boys think they have to tease kids who are different in some way. Well, it's no different in here. But Andy and I were usually together, so they never got a chance to rape him or beat him, so they did the only thing they could: They took advantage of his emotional state. They got him into such a state that he panicked and tried to climb the fence."
"And that's when he was shot?"
"Yes, ma'am. I feel responsible in a way, because if I hadn't attached myself to him..."
"Then he'd have been raped by all the others, and probably die of AIDS, right Chip?"
"Maybe yes, maybe no. But he'd most likely not have been shot."

"Chip, you made his stay in here a little more comfortable. That's really all you need to consider."
"Thank you, ma'am. But you also need to know, Andy was the last straw for me. Sex has caused me nothing but trouble since long before I even knew what it was. But I'm taking steps to correct that. I will never have another lover. Andy was the best, and the last. And I really did love him. You have to know that Andy had a lover when he died. We really did love each other, Ma’am, Sir. I know that’s not the best news you’ve ever heard in your life, that your son died with a gay lover, but at least he didn’t die alone."

Of course Mr. and Mrs. Whitcombe concluded that Chip was undergoing some sort of therapy which was possibly true; but the nature of that therapy was quite different from what anyone would assume. Their assumptions were further reinforced by Chip's single word answer to their question about why he was in jail. "Rape," he said. There were no explanations, nor were any needed.

Sean had given Chip a very mild hit of cocaine just after lunch, and Chip was beginning to feel it. Or was it just the euphoria of knowing he would soon be free of his affliction forever? Chip didn't know, nor did he care, really. The important thing was, he would soon be able to talk of his sexuality as past tense. He was tempted to tell Sean to simply cut everything off, but he knew he would have a serious bleeding problem, not to mention being found out immediately. The latter caused him no problem; the former, a decreasing one. What the hell, he thought, Maybe if I get high enough, I'll just go for it!"

Supper was a painful time, seemingly taking forever to finish. Chip didn't eat anything for fear of getting sick; no problem, though, he was far too excited to eat anyway. "It's a fuckin' shame, that's what it is!" Sean exclaimed. "You got that beautiful big dong, perfectly formed and everything, and I got this little thing I'm so ashamed of I never use it. And you're gonna ruin yours!"
"That why you wouldn't let me blow you?" Chip speculated.
"That's why. Fuckin' thing's only four inches, and then I'm stretching things. I sure wish there was a way we could transplant 'em."
"Trust me, Sean, you're better off without it. My anatomically perfect dick, as my sister calls it, has caused me nothing but grief, not to mention everyone else who has ever come in contact with it."

“That's why you're doin' it, isn't it?" Sean more stated than asked.
"That's why. After I got Andy killed, I'd had enough! I don't wanna be a boy any more, or a man, or a fucking machine. I just want to find out what else there is in life besides sex."
"But why don't you do like me? Just don't do it!"
"Can't, Sean! Once I started, I've never been able to stop. So it's time for drastic measures. You're not backing out on me are you?"
"No, Chip, I'm not. But I'm glad you told me. Somehow it's gonna make it easier, maybe even more enjoyable. Which reminds me, here's your second hit of coke."

Chip and Sean spent the evening together, just walking around outside. Sean wanted to talk about everything else besides the task at hand, but Chip could think of nothing else. They had three other boys in on the adventure as lookouts, but they sensed the surgeon and his patient wanted to be alone. As the two boys walked into a particularly dark corner frequented by lovers, Chip suddenly wanted to fondle Sean. At first he resisted, but Chip pointed out that after tonight he probably wouldn't even want to, so Sean consented. Even after being prepared, Chip was surprised at the smallness of what he found. But he didn't let on to Sean, telling him that it was indeed small, but size wasn't as important as use. That was the first time Chip had ever touched Sean in intimate places, and he somehow knew it would be the last.

Lights out, bed check, and finally meeting and sneaking to the medical building seemed to Chip to take forever. Saturday night had been chosen because Chip could stay in his bunk most of Sunday without raising suspicion. There would be no one in the medical building all day Sunday unless there was an emergency, and the entire population had been warned that they were not to complain of any ills until they were sure the self-appointed surgical team was out. Then to Chip's great relief and excitement, he was naked and being helped into the stirrups of the examination table. "Last time I was in this thing," Chip commented, "I got raped. You gonna rape me, Sean?"
"I dunno," Sean grinned back, "I get hot enough cuttin' you, I just might."

Chip's last dose of cocaine was taken in a vein. He really didn't need it, he said, but Sean insisted. "I don't wanna hurt you," he explained. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I'm gonna." So Chip submitted to the needle, Sean's skillful use of the syringe evidence that he was well practiced in the art. As Chip lay in his semi-conscious state, getting used to being very high, Sean busied himself shaving the site. To his relief Chip could still see and feel. He could even feel pain, but it was strangely dulled so that he really didn't care.

"Okay, Chip," Sean said as he returned from checking with the lookouts, "last chance. One more time, you sure?"
"Do it, Sean!" Chip answered hoarsely. He was watching intently as Sean grasped his scrotum and pulled it taught. He maneuvered the testicles upward into the pelvic cavity, then made an incision about an inch long. "Jesus!" Sean exclaimed. "This scalpel is sharp!"

Chip felt the prick as the scalpel first touched his skin, but no more. He watched in awe as the blade separated the tissue in its path, leaving a line of red and three rivulets of blood flowing from it. "You okay, Chip?" Sean asked.
"Fine. It doesn't hurt at all."
"Yet! Sean added. He placed the scalpel down and started to push Chip's left testicle toward the incision. Now it was beginning to hurt. At least Chip thought it was until there was a slight POP and his left nut was exposed to the air. NOW it hurt!"

"Oh, sweet Jesus Christ!" Chip whispered breathlessly. He wanted to scream so bad he thought he would die, but of course he couldn't.

"Here," Sean directed. "Put this in your mouth and bite." Chip accepted the tongue depressor and promptly bit it in two. He felt himself starting to pass out, but fought the feeling. Sean wanted to stop and put the organ back in the sac from whence it had come. "NO!" Chip hissed. "We gotta do it! We've come this far, and..."

"Someone's comin!" Mark said from the door.

This contingency had been planned for, even rehearsed. But it required split second timing, with no time to prepare or make alternate arrangements. It involved throwing a sheet over Chip and leaving him in the middle of the room, opening the door to make it look normal, then hiding in a closet. If a direct light were shone on Chip he would of course be discovered; but they were counting on the assumption that no one would be expecting anyone to be on the table. What they were not counting on was for Chip to be in the position he now found himself at the instant the alarm was sounded. With a whispered apology, Sean covered his patient, lowered the stirrups, and headed for the closet.

Chip lay on the table underneath a white sheet, enjoying the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced or even dreamed of experiencing in his life. He wanted to scream, but he didn't even dare breathe! He heard the door open and footsteps approaching. Had they been missed? Would the guard come directly into the room, or was this a routine search? He had tried to determine when and how often this building was checked, but it had been too sporadic to draw any conclusions.

He saw light now. The angle of his head was such that he couldn't see directly what was happening, but he saw the reflection of a flashlight on the ceiling through the sheet that was covering him. The footsteps advanced, then stopped. Chip held his breath. He could feel blood flowing from his wound. He was bleeding heavily now, but he didn't dare move. But what if the blood was dripping on the floor? Of course he knew it was. It seemed to be coming in a torrent now. Would he lie here and bleed to death while the stupid guard roamed around?

Chip ventured a look down. In the dim light of the flashlight he could see his testicle, a small bluish white sphere, as it lay grotesquely protruding from the small hole in his scrotum. He could see the darkness that he knew was a river of blood flowing from the incision. He wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare move. He knew if he could just pinch the opening the bleeding would at least slow; but he was frozen where he was.

The light got stronger, then intense. The footsteps advanced again, then stopped. Chip could tell he was in the doorway. His bleeding sex organ was screaming pain at him, but he refused to breathe. He bit down harder on the tongue depressor. The light disappeared and the footsteps withdrew. Three more rooms were checked, then Chip heard the footsteps going back toward the door. The door opened and closed again. All was total silence for what seemed like hours. Finally Chip heard two knocks, a pause, then two more. The all clear!

"Holy fuck!" Sean exclaimed after the door was closed and the light turned back on. "You're bleedin' like a stuck pig!"
"Tell me about it!" Chip said ruefully. The pain had dulled considerably, but the bleeding had intensified. Sean’s eyes popped to twice their normal size when he saw all the blood. The look on his face frightened Chip. His anxious mind drifted back to when he’d first come here. There had been another kid, Chip couldn’t even remember his name, who was fascinated by knives and cutting people. That kid had gone totally berserk and began slashing with his knife like someone possessed. He’d had to be taken out by the guards because no one could get near him without getting cut. Was that what was in store for Chip now? Was he about to be cut up like a turkey? Even Sean’s breathing had become rapid and labored, and this time there were no guards to intervene.

"No problem," Sean said as he opened a drawer. "I noticed this little number in here the other day." To everyone's astonishment, Sean took a weird looking device from the drawer and turned it on. Soon the room was filled with the smell of burning flesh - Chip's flesh - and the bleeding stopped.

"What the hell is that?" Chip asked, "and where'd you learn how to use it?"
"You think you're the only one that reads?" Sean grinned. "It's a cauterizer. It burns off the blood vessels. Neat, huh?"
"Yeah," Chip said. "Neat! But would you kindly quit with the gadgets and get on with it!"

Sean obeyed, knowing that he had to hurry now. He skillfully and gently pulled the exposed testicle away from Chip's body, causing him to gasp with fresh agony. He paused and looked at Chip's perspiring face. Chip nodded. Getting help from John, one of the sentries, he made a loop of suture thread and drew it tight around all the cords that connected the small sphere to Chip's body. "Gotta tie it off," he explained, "or you'll see some big time bleeding!"

That done, he looked at Chip one more time. Chip nodded again. He picked up the scalpel and made a quick slice, and the cords were severed. Chip made a low whimpering noise as the stub of a cord slithered back inside his scrotum. Sean made six quick stitches to close the incision, then began the process again.

The second testicle seemed much easier than the first. Chip accepted another small hit of cocaine, but it was probably the adrenalin that did more good. Chip was very, very high, but at the same time very excited. So close now to total freedom! "Last chance, Chip." Sean muttered. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"I'm... uh... Yeah, Sean! Do it! Cut off that fuckin' nut!"

Chip watched with delicious anticipation as he saw his remaining testicle extracted from its home, pulled away from his body, then tied off. He could feel almost no pain now, only elation that he was soon to be no longer a sexual entity. "Yessssss!" he whispered as the scalpel came closer, made contact, then passed through the cords as if they weren't there at all. Chip was a eunuch!

They didn't have to tell Chip twice to lie still while they cleaned up. He was weak and in a lot of pain. He'd lost a lot of blood - far more than the boys had planned on - so they thought it best that he gather his strength for the trip across the compound. He knew it was his imagination, but Chip actually felt lighter at the crotch. He could almost feel the manhood, the sex drive, ebbing out of him as he lay recovering. He had never in all his life endured such agony, yet he had never felt so elated! He repeated his thanks to Sean at least half a dozen times. Sean, he knew, was having thoughts of guilt now that the deed was done. But Chip assured him that he was delighted.

Chip would have preferred to stay in bed all day Sunday, but that was not to be. He went to breakfast as usual so as not to arouse any suspicion, then planned to spend the rest of the day horizontal. It was a warm sunny day in February; the very kind of day that Chip used to love when the kind of day made a difference to him. He could play tennis, shoot baskets, go for long walks, fly a kite, or just bask in the sun. But now, it made very little difference. It was just another day, except this one was special; today was his first full day as a eunuch.

"You look fuckin' awful!" Sean remarked as they sat down with their trays.
"Thanks," Chip answered grouchily. "I feel about the same."
"Chip, if I'd had any idea..."
"What, Sean? What'd you expect, fer Christ sake? Of course I'm sore, and sick, and weak! I just got my nuts cut off, fer God's sake! But quit with the guilt, okay? I asked for it, begged for it, demanded it, and I'm glad! Or at least I will be if I ever stop hurtin'."
"Hurts a lot, don't it?"
"You wouldn't believe, Sean! I wasn't sure I could walk over here by myself. But it looks good. There's no sign of infection, and the bleeding's stopped. You're a good surgeon, Sean. And by the way, thanks. And I mean that!"

"I just wish I coulda done it without hurtin' you so much," Sean said sincerely.
"Bullshit!" Chip managed a grin. "You were just wishin' you could cut my dick off and glue it on yourself."
"Yeah," Sean agreed. "That too. Man, when it got hard I almost lost it. I wanted it for my own so bad! What a waste!"

"Hard?" Chip questioned.
"You... you didn't know?"
"Know what?"
"Goddammit, Chip, I thought you'd seen the whole thing. When I started to cut the second nut, you got a big boner! You have any idea what I'd give for a tool like that?"
"Yeah," Chip answered wistfully. "Probably about the same price I'd pay to be rid of it. And I will, too. It's just gonna take a little time."
"What a waste!" Sean repeated.

To be continued...