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Cut Maybe it wasn't so bad being a eunuch. At least he still had his cock. Many boys didn't. That didn't mean he liked it. He'd never really believed that his father would really have it done, but he had. Maybe it was for the best. Even he had to admit that he'd really been a little shit. :Puberty does that to some boys-all those hormones hitting you all at once. He'd started talking back to his mom and dad; and he hadn't been able to leave his cock alone. Once he'd learned to jack off, he'd done it all the time. It had felt so good. That's what he really missed-jacking off. He still tried it sometimes, but not much happened. His cock would no longer even get hard-and it had shrunk. It was almost as small now as it had been before he'd reached puberty-maybe a little bigger, but not much. Sometimes he kind of had a climax, but it sure wasn't like before. He felt tension build up in his groin-then a spasmodic release of it-but, although his cock kind of twitched, nothing came out of it. He used to be able to shoot his come clear over his shoulder. Now, nothing came out. It was almost too much work to do it anymore-and it wasn't that he really needed it like before. Before, jacking off was something he had to do. He was certain he would have gone crazy if he hadn't. Now, he missed it only because he remembered how good it had felt, not because he felt that overpowering physical need he'd had before. He had to admit that his grades had improved since they'd had him cut; and he didn't get into trouble at school as he had before, but his balls? Why had they had to cut off his balls? Wasn't there some other way-shots or something? At least he had hair above his cock. They cut a lot of boys before they ever got theirs; and, at least he wasn't stuck with a tiny, prepubescent cock-one no larger than your little finger-or no cock. At least, he could still pee standing up. Those who had their cocks cut off had to sit down to pee. Was he still a boy-now that he had no balls? They called him a eunuch. Did that mean he wasn't a boy? He had a cock. Boys had cocks. Was that enough? He might agree that the nullos weren't boys any longer. They didn't have cocks or balls-but he had a cock. That was enough to still be a boy, wasn't it? Sure, those lucky boys who still had their balls teased him and the other eunuchs-and they all teased the nullos-but he still felt like a boy. He hated being called a eunuch-and everyone knew he was. He was surprised how fast the word had gotten around school after he'd been cut. He remembered the first day of school. His dad had him cut during summer vacation. It'd been in P.E. The gym teacher had passed out jock straps to the boys who had balls. He hadn't given him one. The school had been notified of his current condition. The other boys had looked at him. They had known, even though he was still dressed that he'd been cut. The only question they had was how much had been cut off? Had he lost both his cock and balls-or just his balls? After the teacher had left, he hadn't intended to strip all the way, just intending to slip his gym shorts over his boxers, but the other boys-the ones who still had their balls-gathered around him and pulled down his shorts. The doctor hadn't cut off his ball sack as they did to some of the boys. He still had one, but it had shrunk a lot. Sometimes, you could barely see it. One of the boys, grabbing it, said, "They're gone alright. Kyle's a eunuch-another ball-less wonder. Well, Kyle, no pussy for you. No hand jobs, either." He laughed. The other boys did, too-some nervously, wondering whether it would happen to them, vowing to themselves that they would behave at home and at school, so their parents wouldn't decide to have it done. Of course, it hadn't just been Kyle's father's decision to have him cut. Because of the trouble he'd caused at school, they had recommended that he have it done. The other kids knew he'd been a troublemaker-even a bully to the other kids. No more of that, though. Cutting a kid always calmed him down. He wasn't the only one who had been cut, of course. Three others had lost their balls-and one had lost his cock as well. That was cruel. Usually only prepubescent boys were nullified, not ones who had gone through puberty. The intact boys, after making them strip, lined them up-the five new eunuchs-and examined them. Sam, the nullified boy, had a triangle of curly brown hair on his crotch, but nothing else. Even a girl had a pussy, but he had nothing other than a small hole down by his asshole. He would have to squat to pee. Randy's ball sack had been removed. He was smooth below his cock. Kyle almost wished they'd done him that way. Sometimes, when it was hot, his sack stuck to his leg. It wasn't like he needed it any longer, anyway. It was empty. His balls were in a jar in his room at home. Since he had his sack, though-maybe-when he was eighteen, he could get some fake balls put in it so others wouldn't know he was a eunuch. But, would it really do any good? Most people could pick a eunuch out of a crowd, without examining his crotch. Eunuchs were built differently from intact men. They were softer-more rounded. Some of them even grew tits. Kyle hoped he wouldn't. Ralph and Fred both still had their sacks. Ralph's was almost as tight as Kyle's, but Fred's hung down a couple of inches from his cock. Empty, though, it looked strange-just a flap of skin hanging from his cock. Adding to Kyle's humiliation, all the boys-by boys, the ones who still had balls-examined each of the new eunuchs, fingering their empty ball sacks and pulling on their limp cocks, trying to make them hard-attempting to see if they still could. Fred's cock got about half hard. Of the five, he had been most recently castrated. Kyle's didn't, though. No matter how much they pulled on it, his cock stayed soft. He had one of his climaxes, though; and the other boys noticed, even though nothing shot out of his cock. He closed his eyes and shuddered when it happened. "Is that the best you can do?" one of them asked. Then, they initiated the five new Eunuchs-just as they always did-just as Kyle had helped initiated other new eunuchs in the past. The masturbated, shooting their spunk all over the ball-less boys. One of them, a boy who Kyle had fought in the past, wiped his come on Kyle's mouth, saying, "That so you'll remember what it smells like-since you cant' make any yourself." Even though Kyle didn't become as angry as he had before, he wanted to hit the boy, but there was too many of them; and he wasn't one of them anymore. It was obvious that he would have to choose his friends from among the eunuchs. Eric had been his best friend, but he was one of those who had spurted all over him. Eric's come was running down his leg. At least he could have done it to one of the other eunuchs. Maybe he'd done it to Kyle to prove that he was no longer friends with a eunuch. Maybe he, and the other boys, were so cruel because they were afraid that it might happen to them. More and more boys were being castrated all the time. It was such an effective way to control behavior-and it wasn't like the world needed more people. It was overcrowded as it was. At least twenty percent of the boys at Kyle's school had-at the minimum-lost their balls, some of them having been cut in elementary school. Some were even being nullified shortly after birth. It might someday become almost as common as circumcision had been in the past. It was against the law to discriminate against eunuchs, but, of course, that meant nothing to the boys. No one was going to arrest them for teasing a eunuch at school. The teachers didn't care, either. Castration was a recent phenomenon. Few in their generation had been castrated.. Only Mr. Ross was a eunuch. It had only been during the last ten years that it had become popular. Perhaps, if Kyle had been born earlier, he would have kept his balls. The five new eunuchs weren't allowed to shower to wash the come off of them. They had to spend the entire gym class with the other boy's come drying on them. Kyle wiped it off with his hand the best he could, but he could smell it all over him-and it dried, matting the hair on his crotch and legs. One boy had even wiped his in the hair on his head. Even though Kyle had been no less cruel to new eunuchs when he'd had balls, he had difficulty holding back the tears. He cried more easily since he'd lost his balls. Why were they so cruel? It's not like he'd wanted to be castrated. They said that some boys wanted it, but he hadn't. The gym teacher knew what had happened. How could he not know? The five eunuchs smelled like sex-but he neither said or did anything. They were eunuchs. He had his balls. His sympathies were with the boys who still had theirs. He wished he could have watched the new eunuchs being initiated, but that wouldn't have been ethical. It was better that he just pretended that it hadn't happened. At least Kyle and the others were allowed to shower after gym class. He could imagine what it would be like to go through the day smelling like come. It didn't matter that he had showered, though, was dressed, and didn't smell like come. Before the day was over, all the kids knew he'd been cut. The worst part of it had been when Karen had come up to him. He'd liked her since the fifth grade, and had been trying all the previous year to get into her pants. He'd thought that he would succeed this year-but now, he never would. Without balls-without a hard cock-he couldn't. He'd never had any pussy. All he'd ever done was beat off. Why hadn't he tried a little harder last year? At least he would have the memory of what it was like to fuck a girl. "They say you've been cut," Karen said after walking up to him at his locker. Kyle could see other girls watching, sniggering behind their hands. Kyle's face turned red. He wanted to deny it, but what good would it have done? Everyone knew. The boys from his gym class had spread the word. Looking down at the floor-not daring to look at Karen-he nodded. "Does that mean you can't do it?" Karen had decided over the summer to let Kyle have some. She had decided to let him bust her cherry. Kyle shook his head. He wanted to do it, even though Karen no longer caused his dick to get hard just by being around. He no longer felt the desire he had before, but he hated admitting that he didn't-not even to himself. He would have given anything at that moment for a hard cock, but his hung limply inside his boxers. Even Karen couldn't make it stir. Karen looked at him like he was an alien from outer space-something that wasn't human. She had seen him naked. She had let him play with her tits and even stick his finger in her hole. She had jacked him off, amazed at how far he could shoot. She had played with his balls, remarking about how big and heavy they had been. She was curious. What did he look like now? "Did they cut off your cock, too?" He'd had a nice cock. She'd had liked the feel of it in her hand-the way it had jumped and pulsated when it had shot. She had almost let him fuck her then, but had been too scared. "No," he whispered. "They didn't cut it off." He didn't add that it was good for nothing except for peeing-that it no longer got hard. Karen didn't say anything else. She just walked away, leaving him standing by himself in the hall. Another boy would bust her cherry-a real boy. She already had one in mind, determined to get it done before he, too, lost his balls. It was happening to more boys every day. Already there were more girls than there were boys with balls. Some girls were having difficulty getting laid. Kyle had watched her walk away. Some of the girls who had been sniggering, were laughing out loud. Kyle knew they were laughing at him. That had been months before. After a while, the other kids had tired of teasing him; although they still had little to do with him-or the other eunuchs. Karen was with Steve. She was all over him, rubbing herself against him in the hall. Kyle knew he was screwing her. Steve, knowing that Kyle had liked her, had even bragged about it to him. "She is so good," he had said. "Her pussy is hot and tight. She even goes down on me and I get to come into her mouth. She swallows it, too." At one time, such a story would have turned Kyle on, but no more. He might as well have been reading a school text describing human reproduction. Oh, it pissed him off that Steve was bragging about it to him, but there was little he could do. Without balls, his muscles had gotten soft. The year before he could have whipped Steve's ass-but no more; and Steve knew it. Kyle finished the school year at the top of his class. He had almost failed the year before. He'd always been intelligent. It's just that he'd been too distracted by his cock to pay any attention to his school work. He got along better with his parents, too. Over all, he was happier, You could say that he was happier without balls. :Perhaps without them he would go to college. There was a good chance he would get a scholarship. He wanted to become a doctor-but he swore that he wouldn't cut off any boy's balls. Maybe it was best that his balls had been cut off, but, if he had a son, he wouldn't cut off his balls, even if it would have been the best thing for him.-what was he thinking? He had no balls. He would never have a son. He became best friends with Fred. He and Eric had often jerked off together, but, of course he and Fred didn't. Neither of them had any interest in sex. The two of them established a eunuch club at school. They provided a support group for new eunuchs, even managing to stop the initiation of new eunuchs. No longer did they have to go though gym class covered in come. The next year they welcomed a new member to their club. Steve had gotten Karen pregnant and had been castrated for it. Kyle treated him just as he would have any other new eunuch. |