Chapter 1; Day 1

As we approached 13, my friends and I where told we would be leaving Silverdale, they told us we where getting “too old”. I was sad to leave, and we had no idea where we would be going. “Perhaps we’ll be released into the world!” suggested my friend Tom as we boarded the bus. If only. We traveled a few miles down the road, and approached a high-walled facility. An automatic gate rolled open to let the bus through, followed by another gate that allowed us to pass through a chain link fence topped with barbed wire that served as an inner perimeter for the facility.

Stepping off the bus, we where guided into one building, where a large man was sitting at a desk, smoking cigars. Without a word, he handed us each a leaflet and a pen.

“Welcome to Fairoak Facility for Teenage Boys, here a strict program is adhered to. For your own benefit, a strong regimen of structured learning, exercise and recreation is compulsory. Bedtime for all boys 13 to 21 years of age is 8pm. At 5am every morning an alarm will sound that will prompt you to get up. You are expected to be at inspection in the yard at 5:20am. Failure to arrive at inspection will result in punishment. All boys are expected to be clean-shaven at all times, and all boys are allotted 1 disposable razor per week to facilitate this. Unlike your previous facility, here we have a code of uniform. Winter uniform will be issued to you shortly. Under no circumstances may non-uniform clothing be worn at any time, and your non-uniform clothing will be confiscated when your new uniform is issued. On the 1st of April you are expected to take all clothing to the uniform office and it will be exchanged for Summer Uniform.

The Supervisors manage the day to day running of the facility and they are overseen by the Warden. You will have lessons at different times of day and these will be conducted by teaching staff. If you have an issue within this facility, contact a supervisor. The teaching staff are only responsible for your education, not your welfare. The highest authority within the facility other than Staff is the Head Boy. The Head Boy can be identified as he is the only boy that may wear a blue uniform. The Head Boy is appointed by the Warden, and given special privileges. He may select 4 other boys to act as his personal guard, which can be identified as boys in black uniform (these boys also have special privileges). The Head Boy and his guard have a separate dormitory to other boys and should be obeyed. All boys should address all staff, the head boy and his guards as "sir". Failure to do so will result in punishment.

Almost all areas of the facility are subject to heavy surveillance. Behaviours such as physical violence, homosexual behaviour or self-abuse is strictly prohibited at this facility, and violators will be subject to very severe punishment.

Below is a contract allowing the staff to make medical decisions on your behalf and allows the staff to keep you in good health and perform any operations that may be required for any reason. The form below acts as a consent form for all future medical procedures that are deemed necessary, and it's signing is compulsory.”

Many of the details within that booklet sent chills down my spine, I wasn’t sure what “self-abuse” was but I had a good guess. Reluctantly, I signed the form and handed it to the man at the desk, who I could now identify as “the Warden”.

Once all of our group had finished thoroughly reading the leaflet, signed the form and handed it in, we where headed off to another building.

The Uniform room was a surprisingly large warehouse-like building with a line of industrial washing machines against one wall, along with driers and other white-box machines associated with laundering. The majority of the room was made up of shelving units similar to those found in wholesale stores, upon which pile upon pile of white clothing stood, neatly folded. A corner of one shelving unit was labelled "Head Boy & Guards" and contained deep black and royal blue clothing.

Another man came over to us, quickly assessed what our likely sizing would be, and proceeded to circle around the room collecting appropriate uniform. Eventually, he handed us each a small pile of clothing.

"That’s your winter uniform. You'll find its quite minimal, only 2 sets of t-shirts and trousers, 2 pyjamas, and 1 sweater. Our laundry system is efficient, simply put dirty laundry in the shoots and come to collect it the next day. If you'd please go to the next room where you can get changed. Also, i'm afraid a supervisor must accompany you this time, to make sure you don’t leave with any prohibited garments." My eyes rolled, I was already tired of this pathetic uniform system. What harm could any of my normal clothing do?

We filed into the next room, and reluctantly pulled off our clothes. Clad in boxer shorts I reached for a pair of white denim-like trousers. A whistle blew. "Boy, underwear as well." barked the supervisor. Bloody pervert to have picked this job. I looked back confused, then went to my pile and found numerous pairs of white briefs. "Ugh, you gotta be joking" one of the guys complained. Trying not to think of other humiliations they could put us through, I dropped my boxers, and pulled up the pearly white briefs. "Jeez, these are tight" I squealed as I tried to adjust myself. "They’re fine. Stop complaining". These so-called "supervisors" where not the agreeable tutors we had been used to at Silverdale, they where prison-guards, plain and simple. We pulled on the rest of the uniform, and then where left with our spares and the footwear they had provided. Plain white sneakers, they weren’t bad to be honest. "What about socks?" one boy asked, receiving the barked reply that they "clogged up the machines" so boys at Fairoak didn’t wear them. I wasn’t bothered.

The supervisor explained that all the other boys where in class, and that it gave us an opportunity to get a tour of the facility. The facility on the whole was bland, but tidy. Dormitories contained 30 beds on average, with little storage (although there was no need for it). The canteen was pleasant enough, and the sports hall was well equipped. We got a small shock when we went to the shower rooms. At first glance, their where no cubicles, just a long corridor with shower attachments down the sides. The corridor ended abruptly with one solitary cubicle. On it was written "head boy" and it was locked. I was expecting a bit more privacy, public nudity wasn’t common in this part of the world.

After the washroom, we headed up some stairs, passing more dormitories, each exactly the same, until we reached a door with familiar gold lettering on it. The supervisor knocked on the door, and was answered by a boys voice giving permission to enter. The supervisor opened the door, to reveal a tastefully decorated room that was sized similarly to the other dorms. A sofa and an armchair where situated around an open fire on one side of the room, and the other was filled by 4 normal single beds and one king-sized four poster on which lay a boy of 17 by my guess. He was lying there reading a magazine, wearing only a pair of royal blue trousers, showing a set of ripped abs and pecs. "Did you want something supervisor?" he said, not bringing his eyes up from the magazine. "No sir, I was merely showing the new boys around" replied the supervisor, who was told to "shut the door" when he left.

Chapter 2; Day 2

My first night at Fairoak was a restless. I couldn’t get the image of the head boy out of my head. My prick kept getting painfully hard, and I couldn’t get to sleep. I wanted to jerk it off, but I was quite sure that's what they meant by "self abuse" and I didn’t want to be in trouble in my first week. Did this mean I was gay? Id never even met a girl before. I did get to sleep eventually though, and was abruptly awoken at what seemed like a minute later by a shrill high-pitched alarm telling us to get out of bed. I rolled out of bed, and pulled off the white sleepwear singlet I’d been issued. It was like a pair of pyjama shorts and t-shirt rolled into one, it was weird but I kind-of liked it.

Soon we where outside on the concrete in our uniforms. It was too early for stuff like this. We stood in rows, and then they came. Clad in black, 4 boys with bleached blonde hair stormed down the row in formation around the black haired Head Boy dressed in the uniform blue attire associated with his position. I looked down the row and saw that the boys almost stood to attention as he passed, and I guessed I should do the same. My dick jumped. The head boy and his guard stopped at the end of the row and turned around facing inward. 2 supervisors then slowly walked down the rows, inspecting the boy's uniforms for stains, keeping an eye out for illegal clothing, stubble, or stains. They reached the end of the row, and we all departed to breakfast.

The canteen was packed, but Tom and I found a table free, with another guy that I guessed was around 15. "How's it going guys, like it here?" asked the acne ridden youth. "Want me to be honest?" I replied, "I didn’t like it when I got here either, but its not to bad after a while. I’m Brad, by the way." "I’m Ed, and this is Tom" I replied. Tom lost his control, dropped his spoon and grabbed his crotch. "Having trouble with the briefs, Tom?" asked our new friend. "Yeah, they’re so fucking itchy, and I think i’m getting ball ache", replied Tom, who had begun franticly scratching his privates forgetting he was at a breakfast table. "You'll get used to them after a while" replied Brad, "and scratching really doesn’t help." The Head Boy strolled past our table, accompanied by his entourage. "Who the hell does that guy think he is anyways?" said Tom. Others on the table turned and stared. "Ease off guys, he’s new!" shouted Brad, and the others returned to their cereal. "He’s the Head Boy, and he commands allot of respect around here. You can’t afford to get on the wrong side of him. If there is any advice I should give you about life here, it's to watch yourself when you’re around him. Treat him with respect, and don't get in a position where his guards have to punish you." Brad sounded deadly serious, but I was taken-a-back. "Are you serious? Those guards run punishments?" I asked. "Physical violence is prohibited, but there are worse things they can do. Especially don’t get caught jacking off, and don’t let the guards see you with a hard on when they’re around." "What are they likely to do, and why don’t the supervisors intervene?" I asked. "The supervisors don’t intervene because the Head Boy's regime keeps the other boys in check, so it’s less work for them. One of my mates got shaved last week. The guards took away everything from the neck down. He’s smooth as a baby now, and allot of guys wont be seen with him till its grown back" "Why?" Tom asked, still scratching. "Around here, manfur is a status symbol, you want to keep hold of it.

After breakfast we had lessons. It was pretty much a continuation from where we left off back at Silverdale. Maths, English, all that stuff. The day dragged on, until we where allowed to go back to our dorms, chill out, get showered and ready for bed. I wasn’t looking forward to it by any means, but I knew I would have to brave the shower room. I wasn’t very self-conscious about my body. I was skinny, with a small patch of pubes and underarm hair, but I didn’t feel comfortable stripping off in the changing room, then walking down the row to a free shower. I'd picked a buy time of day, and had to walk butt naked past all the other boys to a free shower towards the end. The shower was warm enough, but then things took a turn for the worse. Also naked, 4 bleached blonde well-muscled figures paraded down the row around another with jet-black hair, swimmers build and chiselled features. The guards, even without their clothes where uniform. Each was muscular, but totally shaven all over except for a triangle above each of their cocks that was left neatly trimmed, and dyed blonde. It was a hot sight, but not as hot as the Head Boy himself; well hung, with a thick but neat spread of jet-black hair around his crotch. My cock jumped again. Shoot. The head boy approached the cubicle, inserted a key into its lock, and began to shower down. The guards took the showers nearest to the cubicle, and began showering and shaving. I couldn’t help it, my cock was solid and sticking out like a diving board. I prayed they didn’t see, trying to hide myself, facing the other way. "Hey, sir! This boy has a hard on!". The showering stopped, the Head Boy stepped out of his cubicle, and the guards closed in. Everyone stared. "Do I turn you on boy?" the Head Boy asked. I didn’t know what to say, I just hung my head, my dick still throbbing.

He didn’t need an answer. "Shave him" he ordered, and my fate was sealed. Two of the guards held me while the other 2 descended on me with the razors that they had previously been using to keep themselves groomed. There was nothing I could do, and I didn’t want to be cut, so I co-operated. I watched as the razors glided over my shins and the new growth of leg hair disappeared. I watched it pass over my forearms removing a layer of white fuzz I had never even noticed before. Then, they shaved my pits, and I watched the straight brown fur fall to the ground. Finally, my crotch. They painstakingly and laboriously shaved away the small masculine growth above my now small soft cock, and finally took away the hair on my balls, leaving them totally bald. I was humiliated, and from what I had heard from Brad this was going to make me unpopular with the others as long as I was hairless. One guard took a shower attachment and sprayed me all over on the coldest setting, and then they dragged me to the changing room past the rows of jeering lads in the other showers. They threw me onto a bench and stood and watched as I redressed myself, before throwing me out of the changing room to return to my dorm.

Chapter 3; Settling In

When I told my friends about my ordeal in the shower room they where sympathetic. There was a mirror in our dorm and when no-one else was about I stipped off and stood infront of it. Someone said shaving made your cock look bigger. Its bollocks as far as im concerned, I looked like a 6 year old all over, and my parts looked tiny. At the same time though, it was strangely exciting to me, looking like this when all the other boys where wearing thick manfur. I popped another hardon. Shit, I knew if I diddnt get to jerk off soon id go crazy. I went to the toilet, locked the cubicle door, and beat my meat. It felt soo good releaving that pressure, I squirted all over the seat. Shit, I was in extacy. Afterwards though, I felt nervous, what if id been cought on surveilance? I guess the supervisors couldnt have done any worse than what the Head Boy had already done to me. I wasnt turned on by that bastard anymore.

Later that day, we had a "Relationships Education" session. None of us knew what to expect. The teacher turned on a projector and a picture of something appeared. It was like us, but with long hair, smooth skin and no...parts. It had a slit where they would have been, and 2 large growths on it's chest like giant pecs. The teacher gave us a minute to take in what we saw. "That.."he said "is a woman". I could see some of my classmates where transfixed by the creature that sat infront of us. I could tell allot of them where turned on, but I wasnt. Truth-be-told, I felt a bit ill.

At lunch that day all that was talked about was the woman. "Did you see the jugs on that!?" one boy asked me. I was trying to forget about it. Atleast the hot topic of conversation was no longer my lack of pubes.

Afew days passed, and we settled in to the day-to-day routine. I found a time of day in which I could shower without too much attention, and the hair that was robbed from me soon began to regrow. It allowed me to lie low for a while, and keep out of the Head Boy's way.

Sunlight streamed into the dormatory and awoke me. The bell was later on weekends. It must have been 6am, day 10 maybe? Sheesh, I cant remember, what was the point anyway. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, than the rest of my face. What? I felt something on my upper lip. I was getting hair there too, wow. Unfortunately inspection that day noticed too, and so I was marched to the Uniform Room, given a razor and shown how to shave my face. In future, the collection of a razor would be a weekly routine for me. Its a shame, as after getting my man hair taken on my second day, a bit of facial hair would have helped to prove those I diddnt know so well that I wasnt prepubecent like the Head Boy's guards had tried to make me look.

That was a good day, hanging around, playing basketball a bit, much better than my previous days at Fairoak. But basking in recreation cost me shower time, and I realised I had missed my normal window. Urgently, I rushed to the washroom, stripped off, and headed for the nearest free shower. Shoot! The head boy was there in his cubicle, and his guard where outside also washing themselves. As I walked to my shower, I cought a glance at another boy, no hair atall, not even stubble, and...wait...was he missing his balls? No, couldnt have been. I was seeing things, and diddnt risk a second glance for fear of being branded a homo and possibly shaved again.

The door to the Head-Boy's cubicle swung open, and he stepped out. I begged my dick not to get hard, and...it diddnt. That bastard wasnt going to have another chance to shave my pubes now. He was still standing, just outside his cubicle, though. What was happening? He nodded to one of the guards, whe walked infront of him, knelt down and took the Head's cock into his mouth. Wasnt that "Homosexual behaviour?", that bleeding hypocrite. The guard sucked the Head Boy off till he was satisfied. I could tell by his face that the guard had done it out of duty, his cock diddnt even move as he was sucking, and it was with clear reluctance that he swallowed the head boy's juice and walked back to the changing room with the others. For the first time I realised that perhaps the guards where not sadists like the Head Boy, and that perhaps some of them where serving him out of fear that they would be punished. There where allot of things I still diddnt understand here, but things where falling into place.

Chapter 4; Click

I asked Brad at breakfast about what I had seen that night in the shower room. "The Head Boy doesnt have any special permission to engage in homosexual behaviour" Brad said "hes taking a big risk doing things like that." I also asked him about the other boy, "Brad, how often do the Head Boy's guards shave other boys as a punishment?", "'cause I saw another in the shower, totally smooth, no stubble or anything" I elabourated. "Not very often actually, they mostly do it to first-years, and of-course they dont want to waste their razors. Was there anything else wrong with the guy?" he asked. It was as if he had already guessed what I was talking about. "Yeah, for a moment I thought he had no balls". "Oh...hes been neutered and bathed. Poor sod." was Brad's reply. I wasnt sure what he was talking about, and asked him to explain. "Did you fill out that form when you arrived here?" he asked. "That form bullshits about medical procedures deemed necesary. They use it as a means to neuter boys that have "behavioural difficulties"" he said. "They cut off the lad's balls and sack. After that his prick doesnt get hard, and he cant jerk off. He loses his muscles, and energy. They do it to someone to stop homosexual behaviour, self abuse or violence" said Brad sorrowfully, "but they sometimes do it to boys who tick the Head Boy off. I heard that a surgeon comes every 3 months to do it to any boys that have been sentenced to it." This was outrageous, cutting off boy's balls for misbehaviour, all the rest was bad enough but this..."They cant get away with that!" I protested, but Brad knew the ins-and-outs of the system. "They can, to anyone who signed that form...which is all of us, so keep out of trouble." "You mentioned ..bathing..?" I asked, pressing for more info. "Yeah, thats only a rumor though. I heared that before they neuter you, they bath you in this liquid that destroys your hair and the things that make the hair. It would expain why the neutered boys are all permentantly smooth. "And there are more of these boys?" I asked. "Yeah, loads, about 10 every year get snipped. You might not have seen them because they try not to shower at the same time as the other boys, and other than in the showers its not always easy to spot them. They dont like to talk about it, thats why we can only guess about the bathing."

This scared me, what if I accidentaly got hard around the guards, and the Head Boy ended up asking for me to be neutered? Damn, id been masturbating in the toilets, what if the supervisors knew and where waiting till the next time the surgeon visited?

I was consoled by the fact that I knew the Head Boy himself could also be neutered and would be already if people wherent so afraid of him.

The days rolled by and my hair continued to regrow. It was about a quarter of the length it had been proviously now, but seemed thicker. I kind-of liked the smooth feel, but if I shaved off my regrowth everyone would know and think I was a fag.

I was in the changing room one day, around day 20 I think, when I was approached by one of the guards. It was odd for a guard to be seen alone, but his reason was clear. "Kid, the Head Boy would like to see you." he said. Shit, what was going to happen? I followed the guard up the many flights of stairs to the door that was marked with gold lettering that spelled out the words "Head Boy". The guard walked in and beaconed me to follow. 2 other guards where sitting naked on the sofa. Another was lying on his bed, already changed into one of the pyjama singlets ready for bed. A chair was positioned beside the Head's 4 poster. I was told to sit, and I did. I waited there for 5 minutes, afraid to speak. From what I could see, my theory that the guards where as much slaves as the rest of us seemed all the more likely. They where so much more human with the Head Boy absent, completely normal teenage boys. Then the Head Boy stormed in, they all stood up streight, and I felt pressured to do the same. "For god's sake, sit down" was the Head Boy's response. He was in his full blue uniform, except that he was not wearing shoes.

"Ed, it is Ed, isnt it?" he said as he sat down on the bed infront of me. "Yes sir" I replied. "A supervisor told me today that you have been abusing yourself". Shit, my number was up. Chances are he was about to give me the news that I was about to be neutered. "Are you going to have me snipped?" I asked, trying to be polite but deep down desperate to show my contempt for this asshole. "No" he replied. "The situation isnt that serious yet" he said. "The supervisors have asked me to take charge of your punishment and correction. Jones, strip him". Before I knew it my clothes where being torn off and I was being forced onto one of the guard's beds. "Now first, I think another shave is in order" said the Head Boy, a sickening grimmace on his face. "Fuck you!" I shouted, but immediately regretted it. "Oh, in that case we'll have to add to the punishment" he taunted. They shaved me again, and I had to say goodbye to the regrowth I had been waiting for for weeks. Smooth as a baby once again, they tied me to the bed. "This will punish you at the same time as helping you to stop abusing yourself. The warden provided it for cases like yours" he said, opening a small box and taking out a transparrent plastic contraption that made the hair on my neck (the bastards had missed those) stand on end. They first opened a platic ring that looked a bit like a handcuff and clipped in in place around my cock and balls. They then slid the rest of the device on. A padlock on the device was shut with a loud "click". "There are only 2 keys to this. One is kept by the warden, and the other shall be kept with me at all times. The device will make it impossible to masturbate, and very painful to become hard, so we wont have to look at your pinner in the showers as you eye up my guards".

He tugged my ballsack to make sure it was all through, then let me get up and put my trousers back on. "That would have been all, but you shouldnt have cursed at me. For that, we will be keeping these" he said, picking up my trainers. "Youre so much like I was afew years ago" said the Head Boy "They shaved me, locked me in that very same device, and confiscated my shoes too. But I learned my lesson. You wont be unlocked for 2 months, and you wont be getting the trainers back so you will be footlose till summer uniform when you get new footwear. You may hate walking to lessons barefoot a real chore, or you might find it liberating. The uniform store isnt going to give you another pair and its doubtful anyone will ask questions. See you in 2 months."

That bastard, I was shaved again, with a plastic shell over my dick that was already giving me grief, and no shoes. I walked back to my dorm, barefooted, chastised, hairless.

Chapter 5; Summer Freedom

I took to showering very early in the moring, before the bell when absolutely no-one was around to see my locked up cock. My nights where largely sleepless as my dick strained against it's cage trying to harden, causing me considerable pain. I only told my best friend Tom about what had happened, to everyone else I just said I had been shaved, and had my shoes confiscated. Walking around barefoot wasnt as bad as I thought it would be, I couldnt play sport so I hung around in the weights room pumping iron and using the treadmill. To make me feel less isolated, Tom abandoned his shoes and went around with me barefoot too. It was stupid, I know, but it was a nice jesture. If anyone asked him he'd say hed lost them. -boys that lose clothing and footwear dont recieve new till the next uniform switch.

I counted down the days till my plastic prison would be taken off and my cock could be released. If I could I would jerk off like crazy when the day came, but I knew that would only land me locked up again, and maybe snipped. The first of April came, and all the boys queed up outside of the Uniform Building. I wasnt sure what to expect from summer uniform, some guys had told me it was better, others had told me it was horrible. Compared to the bland monotony of white trousers and t-shirts, I was happy to wear anything.

Tom and I walked in to find numerous supervisors rushing around collecting items, and handing them to the waiting lads. Like 3 months ago, the supervisour quickly assessed my sizing in his head and then presented me with a pile of clothes.

The summer uniform was more varied than the winter one. Each of us where given a new t-shirt similar to the winter one but thinner, 1 muscle shirt sleeveless t-shirt and 1 A-shirt vest. We where also given 2 pairs of shorts. One was just above knee length, and the other pair was considerably shorter. The sleepwear we where given was...interesting. It was another singlet, but unlike the old one (a shorts and t-shirt combo) the Summer sleepwear appeared to be an amalgumation of a pair of briefs and an A-shirt vest, like a swimming costume one of those "women" where wearing in Relationships lessons. The ones they gave us looked waay too small.

As for footwear, white flip-flops. Not bad in my opinion, I could grow to like this summer uniform. But wait a second...there was more...a pair of small low rise white speedos? "Why look so shocked? Theyre only swimwear, sure, theyre a bit revealing but everyone wears them" said the supervisor replying to my confused look. "Oh no sir, its not that, I diddnt realise there was a pool!". The supervisor smiled. We went streight back up to our dorms to try on the new attire. I never knew I could get so excited over a new set of clothes. Then I realised that if I wore the singlet or the speedos, my secret would be out. That in mind, I put my winter clothes in the chute and donned my shorter shorts and A-vest (it was hot today). The rarely used speaker system echoed through the hallway outside our dorm; "The pool is now open". Tom knew I couldnt go swimming, so we put on our new sandals and went to check it out. It was an outdoor pool in an area seperate from the rest of the compound by a wall equal in hight and structure to the wall that marked the perimiter of the faclilty, which explained why we never noticed it before. We stepped through the gate to find a huge pool that must have been the size of 3 olympic pools together (Afterall, it had to accomodate most of the boys in the facility on weekends). I was sure in other circumstances none of the boys would be seen dead wearing white speedos, but here everyone was wearing them, so no-one felt selfconsious. There where of-course the odd few that stuck out. 4 boys in black speedos and another in blue had a corner of the pool to themselves, and where practicing diving.

As we walked past a guard shouted after us.."Ed, come to the Head Boy's room at 6pm tomorrow." I smiled, I new my release date was coming up.

Tom and I gave up on the sandals. We'd been walking around without for 3 months, and decided we'd rather carry on. We wherent the only ones as afew other boys had taken to barefooting, and the Head Boy and his guards appeared to be doing it too. Without trainers, no-one could play football anymore. The new favoured sports where basketball and rugby, both of which where played barefoot becuase the sandals where largely useless for anything other than walking short distances to and from the pool.

My time to be unlocked finally came. I walked up the many flights of stairs to the Head Boy's room, and knocked. I heared noises from inside, frantic breathing and the odd grunt. I knocked again louder and realised I wasnt going to get a response so waited. Eventually the Head's voice gave me permission to enter. As I opened the door I saw that the Head Boy pulling on his sleep singlet. The only other inhabitant I could see was one of the guards, who was lying naked on his bed looking exhausted and in pain.

"Ah yes, Ed" he said, setting himself down on his bed. "How have things been for you?" that smug bastard. "Fine" I said shortly. "I see the shoe confiscation wasnt much of a punishment, youre still walking around barefoot" he said. "So are you sir" "well, I like it better. Now, I'll unlock you if you make sure you dont abuse yourself in future" he said, playing with his keys. Without a word, I dropped my shorts. The key fitted into the padlock, turned, and clicked open. The Head Boy then proceded to remove it from my neglected penis, pulling off the tube and unclipping the ring that encircled my testicles. "I can see your man hair is back, perhaps we should give it a trim while youre here." he said, with the same grimace he had had when he locked me up 3 months ago. "Sir, why?" I said, but knew the sadistic bastard would do as he pleased no matter what I said. "Because I want to". My cock hardened for the first time in months. "Now you have given me an excuse. Erection in my presence." he said as he ordered his guard who was begining to recover from whatever had been done to him before I entered to shave me. Once again, I left the Head boy's presence smooth as a 5 year old. Atleast my dick was free, although I was afraid to do anything with it.

Chapter 6; Fired!

This time I managed to lay low. I kept my hands out of my pants, and Tom, Brad and I enjoyed a summer hanging out at the pool. Once again I watched my hair regrow, and began to look like a teenage boy again. We kept out of the way of the Head Boy, and I made it through summer without jacking off or getting in trouble, and soon we where back in winter uniform. Despite this, Tom and I refused to wear the regulation white sneakers until the falling temperature forced us to. Life continued, and we began to enjoy ourselves at Fairoak. Our lessons where ever dull and boring, and made worse by an increase in work leading up to our national exams that would be taking place soon. The old exam system had been replaced when it became compulsory for all boys to live in Developmental Facilities from the ages 5 to 21 to prevent crime and with the hope that boys raised in these institutes would make better citizens. We worked tirelessly to get good grades, becuase we knew our quality of life outside the Facility walls would depend on good results. Before we knew it, we where 16 and had been at the facility for 3 years. Then a shock came.

Brad was now living in the senior dormatories, but we still met up at mealtimes and during time allotted for recreation. We went to breakfast that day to find the canteen buzzing with rumors. The story on everyones lips concerned the Head Boy. "He's gone missing." Brad told us. "His guards suggested hed been taken in the night". Our table consisted of a mix of yeargroups, including some newboys that had recently been transferred from Silverdale, who had already learned to fear the Head Boy. The warden walked in and the room went silent. The warden had very little to do with any of us, and it was a shock to even see him among us. "First of all, I would like to dispell the rumors surrounding our former Head Boy" he said "yesterday I recieved photographic evidence of Mark Andrews, former Head Boy taking part in homosexual activity". No-one was suprised, we had all seen that bastard force his guards to suck him off in the shower room. I had even heard him fucking one of them. "Naturally, Mr. Andrews has been releaved of his position. I am deeply dissapointed in both Mark, and his guards for allowing him to be lead astray. He is currently being kept in the cells, and will remain there until the surgeon's next visit, at which point he will be neutered and bathed. We feel this is a necesary measure to prevent him from abusing himself or other boys in the future. Because of this, it is necesary that a new head boy be appointed. We feel it is also necesary to appoint a head boy who will be able to fulfil the position for a considerable length of time in the future. To that end, we are appointing a younger head-boy this time around. To be specific, a 16 year old one. I would like to be the first to congratulate Tom Wakefield reguarding his new position as Head Boy of Fairoak Developmental Facility for Teenage Males!". Our table exploded, the whole canteen applauded as my best friend stood up, shook the Warden's hand and recieved the key to the Head Boy's dormatory and cubicle. We where all suprised, afterall Tom got good grades, but wasnt anything more than average in any other reguard. Hed never been in trouble while here though, which must have helped, and I guess in a place like this where we are all matriculated severely, and made to conform completely, no-one was anything special. I was really happy for him though, and he looked like he was in shock. The Warden cleared his throat, and the canteen returned to silence.

"Although younger, Mr Wakefield will be treated with the same respect that all Head Boys in the past have been treated. However, we feel it necesary to specify that the Head Boy's Guards must be over 18. My heart sank slightly, I wasnt going to be a guard, Tom and I would be seperated. "Tom, its time for you to choose" said the warden. I knew Tom's first choice before he even spoke. "Brad" he said, as a smiling muscular senior boy stood up and joined Tom. Tom leaned over and whispered something to Brad. I diddnt hear, but I guessed what he'd said. Tom and I diddnt know many senior boys, so I guessed Tom had said something along the lines of "who should I pick?". Brad whispered something back, and 3 more senior guards where selected, Brad's friends that he knew would be loyal to Tom. "Very well then. I suggest the rest of you return to your business, meanwhile you 5 should move your things to the Head Boy dormitory. In there you will find all that you need. I have also asked one of our former guards to help train the new ones." he said, leaving the canteen. Tom came back over to me. "Can you believe it!?" he said, grinning. "Its awesome" I replied, a little jealous. "I wish I could have picked you, Ed, but in 2 short years you'll be old enough and you can be a guard. In the meantime I'll make sure you benefit from this too." "Its ok", I said, "go to your new room, I expect theres allot of stuff you'll need to sort out".

With that, Tom left, his guards following in a huddle, chatting, excited about their new position.

We met up again after lessons, and he took me to the Head Boy dormatory. Tom was already dressed in his blue uniform, wearing it proudly. "Where are the guards?" I asked, looking around. Tom told me they where training with the old guard. Neither of us where exactly sure what they where being taught, but we took time to examine all the kit around the room. "What's this?" I asked, holding a bottle of pungent smelling liquid. "Im pretty sure thats what the guards use on their hair and..other places" he replied, trailing off. Underneath Tom's 4 poster was a box of maybe 50 disposable razors. "A supervisor brought them up earlier" Tom said, "he said the guards will need them". There where also other objects in Tom's area that had been provided by the supervisors. One metal box contained the hated contraption that had once encased my dick and kept it painfully soft and untouchable. There was also a box containing...drugs. The box must have contained thousands of medicine capsules, all unmarked. "What the hell are these?" I asked. That question Tom couldnt answer, but the box labelled "for the guards".

Soon it was summer again, and we spent lazy days out at the pool, or just hung around the Head Boy dorm. Of course, things haddnt changed. We still "lost" our flip flops as soon as they where issued, and Tom made sure his guards did too. But I knew Tom, and I knew it wouldnt be long before he began to throw his wait around. I saw him watch with pleasure as the guards shaved one of the younger kids in the shower room last night. Still, he wasnt a tyrant like Mark Andrews had been. That plastic contraption was still in it's box, and as far as I know he hadnt requested any neuterings yet.

A new boy had replaced Tom in our dorm. He was taller than the rest of us, but with a rounded face (almost chubby) and had a shaven head. I saw him in the showers once and descovered he had no hair anywhere on his body, and had no stubble on his lips or chin. I never got a good look at his parts, but id wager he was missing a set of balls. He was a recluse, none of us had even heared him speak. I felt sorry for him, but there was litte I could do. One day, I walked past him as he was lying on his bed. "Still barefoot I see?" whined a familiar voice. My stomach turned. This was the remains of the bastard that had humiliated me months before. I couldnt speak, I was horrified. It was like i'd seen a ghost. Look what had become of him. "Come on Ed, you've got to recognise me" he said, almost begging for me to acnowledge him. I looked back in disgust, and walked away.

That night, I listened to frantic slapping from a bed nearby. I dont know how, but I guessed what it was. The slapping of a soft cock against the rounded stomach of a neutered boy trying desperately to cum. I listened as the slapping became more frantic, and the breaths became more irratic. I listened as the slapping was replaced by a desperate whimper, and lay there as the boy 5 years my senior cried himself to sleep.

Chapter 7; The Changing of the Guard

Before I knew it, I was approaching my 18th birthday. Tom's had already gone, and we were looking forward to our last 3 years at Fairoak. Another perfect summer day, the sunlight streamed in from the window, prompting me to awaken, sit up and rub my eyes. My eyes, blurred with sleep focused on an object on the left side of the room. My eyes began to focus. Oh my god. I sounded the alarm, 3 supervisors rushed in. They tried CPR for 20 minutes, but he was long gone. That poor bastard had killed himself. My first sight that morning was the hanging body of Mark Andrews. I could have befriended him, I could have helped him, but now hes gone. That image will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Another year passed, and I tried to forget. Then the day I had looked forward to for 3 years came. The changing of the guard. Brad and his mates would be leaving at the end of this year, off into the world. With that in mind, it was decided that Tom should select new guards and relieve the others of their duties. This time, Tom could choose his own mates, and I was the first. I was so proud to finaly be at his side. Our training began in earnest, lead by Brad.

"As guards you will be expected to satisfy the Head Boy's every need. You are also responsible for carrying out his orders, and protecting him. When escorting the Head Boy, you should walk in formation, one to each side of him, rear and front. You are also to set an example for the other boys. This means no masturbation, unless you are ordered to by the Head Boy. There are only 2 rooms in the facility that do not contain surveilance cameras; the Shower Room and the Head Boy's dormatory. Certainly within the Dormatory you may engage in sexual acts and not have to worry about the supervisors, but only with permission of the head boy. You are expected to keep yourself tidy. Keep your body shaved, this includes the face, arms and legs, around the genitals, the anus and the scrotum. A triangle of short pubic hair should be left above the penis and dyed blonde." some boys where shaking their heads. "There is no shame in this. It sets you apart from the other boys, you are better than them, and you need not cling to your hair desperately as if trying prove you are male. You have nothing to prove, you are guards, the top of the food chain." He seemed to have convinced the others, and so we stripped, and began to shave. "In future this will be done in the public showers, but you must be shown how first. This skill will also come in handy if your master requests you shave another boy." I watched as 3 years of leg hair growth, armpit hair, and a good fraction of my pubes where sliced off by the sharp razor. We then went to the dormatory's en-suite and dyed our hair, and the triangles we had left. It was a seriously hot look, hairless except for blonde on our heads and a small patch above our cocks.

"At any point, the Head Boy may ask you to pleasure him sexually. You must do this without question. It may be against the rules of the facility, or contrary to your sexuality, but the Head Boy is your master and his satisfaction is your primary goal." We where then made to suck off the old guards as practice. I diddnt mind, I knew I was gay anyway, but some of the other boys found it deeply distasteful. Normally, the Head Boy is displeased to see any other boy erect in his presence. These pills" he said, holding up the box Tom and I had found when he first arrived at the Head Boy dorm "are pills that will help in that reguard. Take 1 a day and it will help you stay soft, abstain from masturbation, and will make it easier for you to accomplish tasks such as oral or anal sex if the Head Boy requests it." So these pills where how the guards could stay soft when naked around the head boy, even when sucking him off. "If 1 a day doesnt help, take 2 a day, and up the dose till it works for you."

We all took one of the pills, then sat back in the sofas in the Dorm, and looked forward to our time in service of the Head Boy, enjoying our newly smooth bodies and hot blonde hair.

I awoke the next day...wet? Shit, I'd spunked all over my pijamas. But...I diddnt remember going to bed last night..Tom got up, naked, in all his glory and sat on my bed. "I came in to find you all sound asleep in your beds" he said. "The old guards must have sorted this out."

The other guards where waking up too, to find they had also had wet dreams. It must have been something in the pills, but we all decided that if the pills where going to make us black out we would be best to take them as we went to bed.

That day I felt more contented, and guarding Tom, I felt even more attracted to him than normal, but I diddnt get a hardon all day. The pills where working.

Chapter 8; Tom's bitch.

Days passed. I really enjoyed being a Guard. I loved the new look my body had and I loved the respect I gained from the other boys just by being a guard. I loved the deep sleep we had every night due to the pills, the wet dreams, and the contented feeling that seemed to fill my mind throughout the day. I loved the way my cock was soft until Tom told me to get a hardon, at which point it shot up.

We accompanied Tom to the shower room every day. He would go into his cubicle and wash himself while we did the same around him, being careful to keep ourselves shaven too. Sometimes we would have other duties besides following him around though. One day he made us shave a first-year for getting a hardon as he was walking to his shower. The poor guy had probably only just sprouted hair and we had taken it away from him. After showering, Tom stepped out and looked at me. I knew what to do. There in the shower room infront of 50 other boys I knelt infront of Tom, took his beutiful cock into my mouth, and sucked. I sucked harder and harder until he delivered a thick wad of boy-cum into my mouth. I swallowed it down, not wasting a drop. Everything that was his I treasured, even his semen.

Every night I would go to bed at the same time as the other guards, we would take the pill at the same time, and fall into a deep sleep that every time would lead to a wet dream. It felt so good...so right.

One summer day we all walked in from a day at the pool. We haddnt even bothered to get dressed, and had just walked back to the dorm in our speedos. Tom had a look in his eye as if he was planning something. The other guards pushed me onto a bed and then sat around. I lay there, naked but for my tight speedo, as Tom, my king, descended onto me. He tore my tiny speedo from me and forced his man cock into my tight hole. God, it was painful but so good. My own cock stayed totally soft, it diddnt even move as he began thrusting, sending waves of deep pleasure through my body, but my cock diddnt stir. Then I felt a warm flow as squirt after squirt of his cum filled my arse. He fell back onto his own bed, breathing heavily, as I lay there on my own, exhausted, with 3 other guards rimming me, trying to get some of the Head Boy's precious cum.

When theyd finished, they washed 4 of the guard pills down my throat and watched as I fell into deep slumber.

Chapter 9; Blackmail

I awoke, it was morning. I was dressed in one of those summer sleep-singlets, lying ontop of my bed. There was a supervisor there. "Hi" I said. "Wha..wh.." I tried to ask what was going on. "You've been asleep for 5 days, the doctor said you have a fever" the supervisor said, helping me get dressed. "I feel fine" I said, but as soon as I was dressed (my favourite black short-shorts and mustcle-t) they had the doctor examine me again. He determined that i'd make a full recovery. I went back to the dorm and lay down. I..couldnt feel my cock. Shit.. it was numb. What had happened? Tom came in, looking godlike as always. After a long conversation we established that I had an overdose of the guard drug, and should lay-off them for a while. Then he dropped a bombshell. He said that the boy I had shaved afew weeks ago had gotten pictures of Tom recieving a blowjob and had offered the ultumatum that unless Tom sent me to be neutered, he would send the photo to the warden and possibly all the guards and of course Tom would be nutted. "We cant let this happen" he said, "im going to have to ask the supervisors to have you neutered". I was confused, I diddnt understand, the drugs where effecting me again. My head spun. "Will you do this for me, Ed?" he said. I couldnt think streight, all I knew was that I loved Tom. "I..I'd do anything for you." I said, before collapsing on the bed. As far as Tom was concerned, the matter was settled. From what I heared, Tom went streight to the Warden and asked if I could be neutered and bathed. As I regained my composure, supervisors burst in and brabbed my by the arms and legs. I screamed, but it did no good. They carried me down the stairs, past the swimming pool filled with watching kids shocked to see a guard beeing carried away. I was taken into a small building on the opposite side of the complex, which I learned was infact an elevator that lead to a sub level. They pulled off my shirt and shorts, and flung me into padded cell in nothing but my white briefs. A small window in the sceling showed the sky. The sun rose and fell, again and again as I lay there, tryin to fight the drug that had made me helpless, trying to understand my situation. I lay there, thinking about Tom, about the sex, about Brad and his lessons, about the drug, about the pool, the shaving, the humiliation, the chastity device, the day I rejected Mark, the day I found him hanged, my classroom at Silverdale, the bright green walls, my teacher, the incubator that served as my first home, my parents, the midwife that delivered me.

The door opened. My head for the first time in months was clear. Blinding light streamed in from the skylight. A supervisor was standing in the doorway. I stood. "How long has it been?" I asked. "2 months" he replied. "And what now?" "Bath, then you are to be neutered."

My fate was sealed. They lead me to a room within which a giant steel basin stood. "Please get in." he said. I took off my briefs, and stepped in as a thick pink fluid flowed in from a tap in one side of the basin. From the other side, water came to meet it. "The fluid will dissolve your hair and destroy the hair folicles, you will be incapable of growing hair on your body from now on." "But why?" I asked.

He diddnt reply. I felt the fluid do its work. I scratched my now fuzzy triangle, only to see it fall away at my fingertips. After a while, I felt it working on my skin, a sort of gentle burning, like mint shower gel. They took me out, hosed me down, then lead me to a room with an operating table. I lay down, and they injected me with a sedative.

Chapter 10; Eunuchs

"It's been a month since your operation. You have healed up nicely, but we kept you sedated throughout that time to avoid trauma". "So it's done? Im neutered?" I asked. The doctor nodded. "You'll be happier this way" he assured, but I was not so sure. I had seen a neutered boy commit suicide. "Would you like to go out and see your friends?" the doctor asked. I wasnt sure what he meant. I was 20 and not due to be released from the Development system for another year. Could I call Tom and the other guards my "friends" after what they had done to me? Despite my confusion, I nodded, and the doctor helped me up and showed me to an adjacent room. I was dressed in a simiar outfit to the summer sleeping singlets we had become so accustomed to. In the room, I saw Tom and the others, all dressed the same as me, all looking confused.

"They neutered you guys too?" I asked, as the others stood up and hugged me. "Yeah. After we did as the blackmailer said, he sent the photo anyway. Were all neutered." "But why did you drug me?" I asked. "We had to know you would go quietly" Tom replied. He diddnt understand. "I would have given up my balls for you anyway" I said.

The warden stormed into the room. "Ah, youre all awake. Good. Can I first just say I am deeply sorry for what you have gone through, Ed. The others deserved to be neutered, as proven by the photograph I recieved, but you did not, and for that im truly sorry. Dont worry Tom, we know all about the blackmail. The boy in question was found with the offending photograph and subsequently neutered for possession of pornographic materal." He assured. Tom seemed slightly comforted that the bastard that had put us through this had got the same himself.

"As compensation for your loss, Ed, im allowing all of you to keep the Head-Boy dormatory and other privelages. Im afraid you will never regain your testosterone, but try to enjoy your last year here. You will find the outside world will be more welcoming to you than you think."

We returned to the Head Boy dorm. The golden lettering had been removed and transferred to an adjacent room that was being refurbished especially for the new Head Boy. We all guessed that he would be a scrawny stuck up dickwad like all Head Boys where. Even Tom agreed he was a bastard while in the position. We continued to go to the pool, allot of the time we hung around our dorm naked. We had nothing to hide, we where hairless and ball-less. I found the feeling of being a Eunuch similar to being on a low dose of the Guard Drug, but to this day I never found out what the drug was. A couple of times we tried to jerk off, failing miserably. We did discover we could gain some pleasure by anal stimulae, but without a hard cock between us it seemed like a waste of energy. We kept working out and managed to prevent the mass redistrobution that had ruined Tom's predecesor. I often used to lie on my bed, thinking about what might have happened to Mark, the old Head Boy, if I had befriended him, perhaps he would still be alive, successful, out in the world. We would be released soon. What would my parents think of me? Would they be dissapointed to have a Eunuch as a son? I would never bring them grandchildren.

The day came for us to leave. We where allowed to keep our uniforms and left in our white summer outfits, I was barefoot as usual. We entered the minibus and waited. It passed through the gates and barbed wire, and we watched as our former home shrank and dissapeared on the horizon. Eventually we arrived at the nearest city, Birmingham, I think it was, if my Geography lessons where correct. We stepped out into a square. For a city center, it seemed quiet, till I realised it was 7am and most normal folk would be at home at this time. A large screen stood on a pedistal for all to see. We then understood what the warden had said to us after we had been neutered.

" In an attempt to reduce the population to a sustainable level, compulsory neutering of boys aged 5 to 21 for behavioural problems was introduced 20 years ago, but a Cambridge study has suggested that whilst reducing crime rates, the neutering system was not doing enough to combat the population crisis. In response to this, the government announced today that all boys from today until the end of 2038 will be neutered before or upon release. The first group of boys to be released since this announcement arrived in Birmingham today. But is this enough to..." The news program trailed off into speculation about future population rates. Suddenly we understood. All boys released would be neutered, we where not alone.