"You mean it?" I asked wondering if Grant had really found another nullo boy for me to meet.

"Why not come over and see for yourself." he said. "What have you got to lose?"

I rode my bike to Cody's house eager with anticipation. What would I find? I guess I was pretty lonely for a friend who was like me, a eunuch. I didn't want to feel like I was the only kid nullo in the neighborhood.

I arrived a Cody's house at 3 PM, an hour ahead of time. Cody's mom greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. I hugged her back. It felt good, really good to hug her. "Max," she said, "you are more handsome every time I see. If it wasn't for Grant I'd run away with you and the two of us would build a life together."

I smiled. I liked Cody's mom. We had grown very close since she had started giving me "after care". After care is the love and comfort a kid needs right after a spanking. After I've been spanked by Grant Mrs. Johnson takes over and takes care of me. She rubs ointment on my burning butt, holds me in her arms and dries my tears. She tells me what a great kid I am. I'm grateful for the good care she takes of me but at the same time I'm sort of embarrassed by it as well.

During my after care I'm completely naked with a bright red butt and I'm crying like a baby. Most kids don't really like being seen like that; helpless and scared. It's hard to feel cool when you are strapped to a spanking bench with your butt sticking up. When Mrs. Johnson sees me naked I'm sort of proud because I know I'm a very attractive child (everyone says so). But at the same time I'm also ashamed to have her see my empty crotch. I wonder what she thinks of me being a eunuch. Does she see castration as an improvement as some do, or does she think of me as nothing more than a crippled boy, a bird who has had his wings clipped to prevent it from flying away. Mrs. Johnson is one of the very few people who knows I'm a eunuch but has never asked me about it. I'm glad about that. I don't like to have to answer questions about my castration, it's too personal. But someday maybe we will talk about it and I'll ask her if she likes me the way I am. I hope she does.

"Grant isn't here yet sweetheart but he'll be along soon," she said and added. "I'm glad you came early though, I'm afraid Cody is a bit upset and there is nothing I can do with him. He won't talk to me or come out of his room. As his best friend I'm hoping that you might be able to cheer him up a bit."

"Sure thing Mrs. Johnson, I'll do my best," I said and I wondered what was bugging Cody.

"Good, if Cody doesn't respond when you knock at his door just let yourself in. There's no lock on the door."

That sounded sort of serious. "What's Cody so upset about?" I asked straight out.

"Perhaps you should let him explain," Mrs. Johnson said. "Even if he doesn't act like it I'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

I found Cody in his room. He was sitting up on his bed reading a book. He glanced up at me for a moment and then went back to the book without a word or a smile. He didn't look happy at all. I drew up an chair next to his bed and sat down. "Hey Cody," I said.

"Hey Max," he replied softly.

"So what's new?" I asked.

"Not much," he said.

"Why you so down?" I asked.

"You woudn't understand," he answered. "It's a boy thing."

"Try me," I said. Cody held out his hand to show me the inside of his left wrist. I looked closely and at first I didn't see anything strange at all. I was about to say so, but then I noticed a small bump on his wrist. It was about half an inch long and as thick as a pencil lead.

"Looks like they implanted one of those time release medication capsules under your skin," I said. If a kid was on daily medication for something like ADD the doctors would sometimes implant something like that to give him a dose of medication continually. That way the kid would not need to remember to take a pill every day.

"That's just what it is," Cody confirmed, "They put me on medication and this thing is isn't going to run dry for eight or nine months yet."

I was really concerned now. Cody was on medication. Was he sick? Was Cody really sick? Was it something like cancer? Was this thing going to make his hair fall out and his skin turn white as paper.

"How bad is it Cody?" I asked.

"Bad enough," he replied.

"How sick are you?" I asked

"Max, I'm not sick at all," Cody replied.

"If you aren't sick what's the medication for?" I wanted to know. "Why did they put that thing under your skin?"

"Don't you get it Max? This keeps me form getting boners," Cody said sounding like he had been beaten.

"That's all?" I asked, "no more boners?"

"School starts again in two weeks and mom thinks I'm being distracted from my school work by spontaneous erections. She says that I'll get better grades if I'm impotent. She thinks a limp dick will keep me out of trouble and give me more time for my homework."

"So that's the only thing that's bothering you?" I asked in disbelief. "All this drama simply because your dick has been rendered temporarily inoperative?" What I didn't say was that Cody's mom was probably right. How can any boy stay focused on his studies when he doesn't know when his dick is going to spring to life and make a tent in his pants? I'd hate that!

"Yeah," Cody said.

"Well so what?" I said "Does having a limp dick for the rest of the school year really matter?"

"It matters because now I can't whack off."

"You masturbate?" I asked. I had been fully castrated at eight and so I had never tried jacking off and I never missed it. Had Cody been doing it and if so for how long?

"Of course I beat off Max," Cody said. "And I'm not the only one. All our friends do it as well. How could you be so stupid that you never knew? All boys jack off."

"Our friends all do it?" I asked stunned. "But how would you know that? Do you guys talk about it?"

"Talk about it?" Cody repeated me. "Max I know because we jack off together and we do each other. We take turns holding whack off parties at our homes almost every week since the 5th grade."

I was flabbergasted. It sounded so dirty, so boyish, "Who comes to these parties?" I asked.

"Lot's of guys. Joey Taylor, Kevin Thompson and Ralph Smith to name a few."

"Ralph Smith? You let Ralph Smith jack you off?" I hated Ralph, he was always such a dick to me. That Ralph and Cody had been beating each other off seemed the worst sort of betrayal. Cody was sharing something with Ralph he was not sharing with me. It wasn't fair!

"Ralph gives great blow jobs," Cody said matter of fact.

"Why didn't you tell me about this before?" I demanded.

"Max you're a eunuch, not a boy," Cody answered, "Whack off parties are what boys do. You wouldn't be able to understand. You don't have the same needs that me and the other guys have. In a way I guess you are lucky, but I'm not. I have a limp dick now and it's going to stay that way for the better part of a year. You don't know what that means to a boy because you are not a boy. You don't have any dick at all. You don't really have anything."

"That hurt Cody," I said, "That really hurt."

"I knew this would happen," Cody said. "I knew you were going to side with my mom."

"What? I asked, "Are you jealous of me and your mom?"

"Do you know what my mom says about you when you're not around?" Cody asked. "She says you're a sweet little guy who has been made safe. That's why she likes you so much Max. She likes you because you were made safe."

Just then I heard a car pull up the drive and come to a stop in front of the house. I looked out the window to see who it was. Sure enough Grant emerged and with him was a blond kid about my age. This was the eunuch I had come to meet.

(To be continued.)