A Dog's Life

Chapter 1: Down by the Creek

"Why don't you go with me? Are you chicken?" Naked, Tyler Kosolas, lay on his back staring up at the clouds, imagining they were sailing ships firing broadsides at each other in the midst of a great sea battle. Needless to say, Tyler had a fertile imagination. He was talking to his new friend, Jerry, who, also naked, lay on his stomach. They'd been skinny dipping in the nearby creek. Jerry lay on his stomach, hiding the erection that the sight of a naked Tyler gave him.

Rather than answer Tyler's question, Jerry rolled over, keeping his hard cock hidden from Tyler's view; standing up, he said, "I'm going back in the water." Jerry couldn't stand it any longer. As soon as his cock was out of sight underwater, he intended to jack off. Of course, he would be thinking about Tyler; since it was Tyler that had caused his erection.

"Admit it. You are chicken," said Tyler, rising to his feet to follow Jerry into the water. He was sweating, lying on the grass in the sun. The cool water would feel good. "Come on," Tyler persisted, "go with me."

His back turned to Tyler, his hand already on his cock, Jerry said, "We might get caught and end up in jail." The truth was, the place scared the shit out of him.

"Who's going to care?" said Tyler. "No one has lived in that old place for years. It's probably not even locked. My dad said it was already deserted when he was a kid. You're just afraid because everyone says it's haunted."

Jerry sat down in the water, and once his cock was out of sight, he began jacking off now, using wrist motion only to keep Tyler from knowing he was masturbating. He turned to look at Tyler. He wanted to be looking at him when he came, which would be soon. Jacking off five or six times a day, it didn't take Jerry long to cum.

He watched Tyler, staring at Tyler's cock. Tyler had a nice cock, not as big as his, but nice anyway. He wondered if Tyler jacked off. Of course, he did. Didn't all boys their age jack off? It's just that they hadn't talked about jacking off yet. Jerry was new in town, and this was the first time they'd hung out together.

In water now almost up to his balls, Tyler looked at Jerry, "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing," said Jerry, stopping in mid stroke, even though he was about to cum.

"Bull shit," said Tyler, "you're jacking off, aren't you?"

"No," said Jerry, showing Tyler his hands.

"Stand up," said Tyler, "I bet you have a hard cock." Tyler's own stiffened and lengthened by the second. "We can jack off together. "You do me, and I'll do you." He walked to where Jerry sat, his cock sticking straight out by the time he reached him.

Scarcely believing his good fortune, Jerry stood up, revealing the hard cock he'd taken such pains to hide. It was two inches longer than Tyler's. Tyler reached for it, wrapping his hand around Jerry's cock, barely able to touch his thumb to his forefinger. "Mother fucker, you have a big cock," Tyler said. He began pumping it. "Well," he said, when Jerry just stood there. "aren't you going to do mine? You're not some kind of prude, are you? It's not like I'm queer for you. We're just jacking off. Haven't you ever jacked another boy off?"

Jerry shook his head, but he reached for Tyler's cock, surprised at how small it seemed compared to his own. His cock filled his hand, while he could overlap his fingers when he grasped Tyler's. "Yeah, like that," Tyler said, as Jerry began jacking him off. "Let's see who cums first."

Tyler bit his lip, shoving his cock into Jerry's hand, thrusting with his hips, as if he were fucking Jerry's fist, pumping Jerry's cock faster and faster as he did. Since he'd already been jacking off, Jerry shot first, his spunk shooting out in spurts, streaming from his cock in long ropes of cum, arching out from it a good two feet, before dropping into the water.

Then, Tyler came, the first few spurts shooting an inch or two, the rest just oozing from his cock, pumped out by Jerry's hand. Tyler milked Jerry's cock, catching the last of his spunk in the valley formed by his thumb and forefinger, closing his fist to keep from losing it. He held it up, showing it to Jerry. "Man, you can really shoot," he said. The top of his fist was filled with Jerry's spunk. "I wish I could shoot like that. Mine just dribbles out. I wish my cock was as big as yours, too." 

He still held Jerry's cum up, presenting it as if it were a chalice filled with holy elixir. "Have you ever tasted it?" he asked. Jerry shook his head. Smiling -- a sly, seductive smile -- Tyler, raised his fist to his mouth. Looking up at Jerry, he dipped his tongue into the cum, collecting a little of it on his tongue. Carefully, he withdrew his tongue and smiled. "Here," he said, holding out his fist, "try it."

"What does it taste like?" asked Jerry.

"Fuck, I don't know. It tastes like spunk. It sure don't taste like anything else I've ever tasted." Hesitantly, Jerry dipped his tongue into the cum, making a face after he had. "Don't you like it?" asked Tyler.

"Taste weird," said Jerry.

"Yeah, I know," said Tyler, "but the taste grows on you. Sometimes, I jack off lying down with my legs over my head, so that when I cum, I shoot into my mouth. I've swallowed my whole load before. It's better hot, right out of your dick. If I had a cock as big as yours, I'll bet I could suck my own cock. Have you ever sucked a cock?" Tyler was getting another erection.

"No," said Jerry, "have you?

"No, but I've had my cock sucked. If feels good. I'd suck my own cock, if I could. I'll bet you could suck yours. Have you ever tried?" Jerry shook his head. "You ought to," said Tyler. "If mine was a couple of inches longer I could suck mine. I can almost touch it with my tongue as it is. Try it. Let's go up on the bank. I'll show you how I do it." He walked toward the far bank. Jerry, his cock hard, followed.

Up on the bank, lying on his back, extending his legs over his head until his cock was pointing at his mouth, Tyler began jacking off. Jerry lay down next to him, imitating Tyler. He was able to get the head of his cock into his mouth. "Cool," Tyler said, stopping to watch. "Now, jack off." His cock still in his mouth, Jerry began jacking off. It did feel good to jack off with the head of his cock in his mouth. Before long, he came, shooting the first squirt or two into his mouth, the rest splashing onto his face and the ground. "No, Man," said Tyler, "you've got to swallow all of it. Man, I wish my cock was long enough. Did you like it? It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," said Jerry, "it felt good."

"Will you suck mine?" asked Tyler.

"Are you going to suck mine?" asked Jerry. 

"No," said Tyler, "I don't suck cock. I'll jack you off though."

"What makes you think I suck cock?" asked Jerry.

"You just sucked yours, didn't you?"

"You said you'd suck your own cock," said Jerry.

"Yeah, but I can't. Maybe, if I could, I'd suck another guy's cock; but I can't. You just sucked your own cock. Why not suck mine? You know Ronnie Garcia, don't you?" When Jerry nodded, Tyler said, "He sucked my cock. Besides, I know you want to do it."

"What makes you think I want to?" asked Jerry.

"I've seen how you look at me in P.E.," said Tyler, lying down next to Jerry, scooting up until his hard cock was positioned by Jerry's mouth. "Come on. You know you want to."

Jerry did want to suck Tyler's cock. He'd wanted to from the first moment he'd seen it in P.E. when they'd showered together. But what if Tyler told someone he had? He'd just told him that Ronnie Garcia had sucked his cock. Mightn't he tell some one else that he had? He didn't want to get a cock sucker's reputation at school.

"You might tell someone," said Jerry.

"I won't tell anyone," said Tyler.

"You told me about Ronnie Garcia," said Jerry.

"Only because I knew you wanted to suck mine," said Tyler, "You do, don't you? I knew you'd never tell anyone about Ronnie. You're the only one I've ever told that he sucked my cock, and that was because I knew you wanted to suck mine. Why do you think I suggested that we go skinny dipping?"

Jerry stared at Tyler's cock A drop of clear, sticky, fluid, leaking from its head, dropped into the grass. Placing his hand behind Jerry's head, Tyler pulled it toward him -- toward his cock. Jerry resisted the pressure, then gave into it, opening his mouth, taking Tyler's cock into it.

Yes, Tyler was right. He wanted to suck Tyler's cock. More than anything in the world, he wanted to suck Tyler's cock. He wanted Tyler to cum into this mouth, to shoot his hot spunk onto the back of his throat. "Careful," said Tyler. "Don't bite me." Thrusting with his hips, he shoved his cock into Jerry's mouth.

It struck the back of Jerry's throat, gagging him briefly, but despite that, Jerry wanted all of Tyler's cock in his mouth. After a few attempts, he was able to slide it down his throat without gagging. "Fuck," said Tyler, cumming into Jerry's mouth. Jerry could feel his hot spunk strike the back of his throat. He swallowed it -- all of it. He didn't want to waste any of Tyler's cum.

Tyler had known all along that Jerry would suck his cock. He knew Jerry was hot for him. Jerry was OK, not as cute as Ronnie Garcia, but he was OK. He had one of the biggest cocks that Tyler had ever seen. Ronnie's was smaller than his, and his wasn't quite six inches long. Oh, he told everyone it was, but at 5-3/4ths inches, it wasn't quite six inches long. Jerry's must be eight inches long, at least.

"Hey," said Tyler, pointing to the corner of his own mouth, "you've got some spunk on your face."

       "Did I get it," asked Jerry, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Yeah." Tyler said.

"Did you like it?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah," said Tyler, grinning widely, "you're a good cock sucker -- better than Ronnie. Do you want me to jack you off?"

"I guess," said Jerry. "You won't suck me?"

Tyler shook his head. "No, but I'll fuck you, if you want. I've never fucked anyone."

Jerry's cock throbbed at the suggestion. He knew he'd let Tyler fuck him. Hell, he'd let Tyler do anything he wanted, even if all Tyler would do for him in return was to jack him off. "Will you kiss me, if I let you?"

"OK," said Tyler, "but no tongue. I don't want you sticking your tongue down my throat."  

"How do we do it?" asked Jerry?

"Raise your legs," said Tyler. Jerry lay on his back. He raised his legs. Positioning himself between them, Tyler spit on his hand.

"What'd you do that for?" Jerry asked.

"Lubrication," said Tyler, smearing the spit on Jerry's hole. "That's what they do in the porn flicks." Then, sticking his middle finger up Jerry's ass, he finger fucked him for a moment, adding his forefinger, once Jerry's hole had loosened. After a moment, he scooted up, pressing the head of his cock against Jerry's hole.

It hurt for a moment -- not much, but some -- then Tyler's cock was inside him. No bigger than Tyler's cock was, it filled his hole, pressing against something: his prostate? Jerry wondered. Whatever it was, it felt good, better than Jerry could have imagined. It must have felt good to Tyler, too, because he said, "Oh, shit!"

Tyler, raised up, resting on his hands, pounding Jerry's hole. Looking down -- fascinated -- watching Tyler fuck him, Jerry saw his own throbbing cock, precum flowing from it, pooling on his belly. With each thrust of Tyler's cock, more was expelled from his cock. Jerry was about to cum. Without touching his cock, he was about to cum. He told Tyler that. "I'm going to cum," he said.

He did, the most intense orgasm he'd ever had; and he'd had a lot. Sucking a cock was good, but getting fucked was better. Seeing him cum, Tyler came. Jerry couldn't feel his hot cum this time, shot up his ass as it was, but he knew from the look on Tyler's face that he was cumming. When Tyler was through, he collapsed onto Jerry's chest, smearing the spunk -- the copious spunk Jerry had just shot --all over both of them. Still panting from his exertion -- the intensity of his own orgasm -- Tyler whispered, "I like fucking. We'll have to do this more often."

"Yeah," said Jerry.

They lay for a while, Tyler on top of Jerry, then Tyler, rolling off, looked at his front. "Shit," he said, "I've got your spunk all over me. I'm going to wash off." Besides that, he noticed that he had some of Jerry's shit on his cock. He headed for the creek. Jerry followed. As they were washing off, Tyler said, "You coming with me tonight?"

"You really going?" asked Jerry. "You really going to break into that house?

"Yeah," said Tyler. "I'll bet there's loot or treasure hidden in it."

"Don't you think someone would have found it, if there was?" said Jerry.

"Shit, no," said Tyler. "Everyone's afraid of the place."

"You're not?" asked Jerry.

"No," said Tyler, "it don't scare me. I'm not afraid of ghosts. Come with me. We'll share the treasure." Tyler didn't know why, but the house seemed to call to him. He couldn't get it out of his mind.

"There's something about that place," said Jerry, "that scares the shit outta me. I'm afraid to walk down that street. No one else lives on that block. Did you ever think about that? Why haven't they torn down that house? It must be well over a hundred years old."

Tyler shrugged. "I don't know. Come on. Don't be chicken. You like me don't you? You'd like for me to fuck you again, wouldn't you?" He wanted someone to go with him, and all his other friends had already refused. Ronnie Garcia wouldn't go near the place.

Jerry nodded. "I like you. That's not it. That place scares me. If that makes me chicken, then I'm chicken. I wish you wouldn't go. I don't want something to happen to you. I do like you. I like you a lot."

"Fuck," said Tyler. "Everyone's a fucking coward. I can't get anyone to go with me."

"Then, don't go," said Jerry.

"I'm going," said Tyler. "You guys are going to be sorry when I find the treasure. You're going to wish you'd gone with me."

"I'll bet there isn't any treasure," said Jerry.

"There is, too," said Tyler. You'll see." With that, he started dressing. Four orgasms in an less than an hour was enough for Tyler. It wasn't enough for Jerry. He knew he'd jack off two or three more times that night, thinking about Tyler, thinking about Tyler's cock being in his mouth or up his ass. He hoped Tyler was right: right about the treasure; about there being no ghosts; but, as much as he loved Tyler, he couldn't go near that house. It would literally scare the shit out of him. He knew it would.

Chapter 2: A Surprise for Mom

At home, Tyler lay naked on his bed, his cock in his hand. Four times in one day was a bit much for him, but he was turned on, thinking about the afternoon at the creek, imagining his cock up Jerry's ass. He'd always wondered what it was like to fuck. Now, he knew. It as better even than having his cock sucked.

He closed his eyes, about ready to cum. He pictured Jerry's cock pumping out his seed, how it streamed out of his cock onto his chest. He wished Jerry was there. If Jerry had agreed to go with him tonight, he could have had him sleep over. Would he dare fuck him, though, with his mom in the other room?

He bit his lower lip as he came; he had a habit of doing that. God, he loved it. Was there anything better than sex? Other than the haunted house, sex is all he thought about. It was unfair. He's the one that should have an eight inch cock, be able to shoot two or three feet, and jack off five or six times a day. Did Jerry know how lucky he was?

His hand still on his cock, Tyler cupped his balls with the other. They used to cut off the balls of boys he'd read, making fuck slaves of them. What would happen to him, if he had his balls cut off? Would his dick shrink up and disappear? Would he grow tits? Would he turn into a girl? He tried to imagine Jerry without his cock or balls. It was difficult, considering the size of Jerry's cock. It was easier to imagine Ronnie Garcia without his. If any of his friends should have been born a girl, Ronnie should have been. He'd make a better girl than he made a boy. That's why he sucks my cock, Tyler thought.  And that's why I

don't suck his.  I'm a boy.

Jerry was a boy, though. With an eight inch cock, he was certainly a boy. Still, he had sucked Tyler's cock.   Jerry's queer.  That's why he sucked my cock. 

I knew from how he looked at me in P.E. that he was queer.  I knew he

wanted to suck me.  So, Tyler had two cocksuckers available to him now, Ronnie and Jerry. If he could only talk Ronnie into letting Tyler fuck him.

Tyler milked the last few drops of cum from his cock. It was pooled on his abdomen, just above his cock. Suddenly, his door opened. "Oh," said his mom. She had opened his door -- as she often did -- without knocking.

"Mother," he said, grabbing a pillow to cover himself; but he knew it was too late. He was naked, on top of the covers, his hand on a half hard cock, with spunk pooled on his belly. His mother -- for the first time -- had caught him jacking off. And, he'd been so careful not to let her know that he did. His mother was a prude when it came to sex.

She walked over to his bed, grabbing the pillow, uncovering him. Although the pillowcase had soaked up most of his spunk, a fresh drop of it was seeping from his cock and some was matted in his pubic hair. "You were masturbating, Tyler?" Although she posed it as a question, it wasn't one. She had just walked in on her son while he was masturbating, a filthy, habit, if there ever was one. How many times had she told him that he should save himself for marriage? "How long have you been doing this, Tyler?"

"Not -- not long," he said. "I've just done it once or twice." Actually, he'd been jacking off for two years, but he'd always been careful not to leave any evidence behind, certainly not any cum stains on the sheets. From tales told by his friends, he knew that was how mothers usually found out their sons were masturbating.

"Get up. Go to the bathroom and wash yourself off."

"Can I put on some shorts or something first?"

"No," she said, "it's a little late for false modesty. From now on, you're not to shut your door. I trusted you, Tyler, but you've showed me I can't. You've just forfeited your right to privacy. I'm disappointed in you."

"But, Mom, all boys do it. In our Sex Ed class, Mr. Roth said it was natural."

"And you know," she said, "what I think about sexual education in schools. That's a subject better left to the parents." Tyler still lay on the bed. She leaned over, grabbing his balls in her hand, and not too gently, either.

"Ow, that hurts," he said.

"I should rip them off," she said. "I should go into the kitchen, get a knife, and cut them off. Then you wouldn't be able to masturbate. How would you like for me to do that? Well?"

"I -- I wouldn't."

"Well, I should. If I catch you masturbating again, I will. Do you hear me?" Tyler nodded. "I should do it anyway. You'd be better off without them. All you boys would be better off without testicles. Instead of circumcising boys, they should castrate them."

She'd had Tyler circumcised. Not many boys were these days, but she'd had Tyler circumcised. Telling Tyler that all boys should be castrated wasn't hyperbole. She really thought they should be. She thought Tyler should be. He would be better off without his testicles. It would calm him down. It'd certainly stop his masturbating. God, what a filthy habit. It's too bad you couldn't have you son fixed, like you could your dog. Wouldn't the world be a better place if men didn't have balls? There would be no rape, and probably not even any wars.

And, they could start with the two males living in her house, Tyler and her husband. They'd both be better off without them. What did her husband need his for, anyway. She hadn't let him touch her since before Tyler had been born, since she'd caught him fooling around with another woman. She didn't want Tyler to grow up like his father, preoccupied with sex. God, she wished she could have him fixed. She squeezed his balls. He yelped, "Mom, please. You're hurting me."

"I will cut them off, if I catch you masturbating again. Do you hear me, Tyler? I'd be doing you a favor. I wish you were a dog, so I could have you fixed. Do you hear me? I wish you were a dog, so I could have you fixed. Now go into the bathroom and take a bath."

"I already took one," he said.

"Take another one. And wash all -- " she looked at the cum matted in his pubic hair -- "that gunk off of you." Getting up off the bed, Tyler scooted past his mother on his way to the bathroom. "Leave the door open. From now on, I don't want you closing the bathroom door either. I might not be able to keep you from masturbating, but you won't do it in my house."

"You mean I can't even close the door when I take a dump?"

"Like I told you," she said, "you've given up any right you have to privacy. You've proven to me that I can't trust you." She watched him walk down the hall toward the bathroom. Had her threats done any good? Probably not. Once a boy started masturbating, it was impossible to get him to stop. If only you could have boys fixed. What if vets fixed boys instead of dogs? Wouldn't that be great? Just take your boy to the vet, say, "This is Tyler. I brought him in to get fixed."

"No problem," the vet of her imagination says, "we'll have those things off in no time. He'll be better off without them. Boys are better off without their balls. He'll be happier once they're off." She walked into the kitchen, taking a knife out of the drawer, then walked into the bathroom. Tyler was just stepping into the tub.

She grabbed him by the balls again. "I should cut them off," she said. "You'd be better off without them. You'd be happier without them. If I don't cut them off myself, I should take you to the vet and have him cut them off. Would you like for me to take you to the vet and have you fixed? It wouldn't hurt if he did it. He'd give you a shot, and you'd wake up without them. Do you want me to take you to the vet, Tyler?"

She was scaring Tyler. He was afraid she might cut off his balls. "Vets don't fix boys," he said.

"Well, they should," she said. "They should fix boys." She turned loose of his balls and left the bathroom.

Motherfucker, thought

Tyler.  I thought she was going to cut off my balls.  If she'd seen him at the creek with Jerry, she would have. Tyler knew she would have cut off his balls. If she would cut off his balls for jacking off, she'd certainly cut them for for fucking another boy. She would have probably cut them off and flushed them down the toilet.

Sitting in the bath, Tyler looked down at his balls, imagining how he'd look without them, his ball sac empty off balls, just a flap of skin hanging from his crotch. Would he be happier without them, like his mom said? Vets didn't really fix boys, did they? He pushed his balls up into his abdomen, leaving his ball sac empty, feeling the loose skin of the sides of his ball sac slide against each other. Vets didn't really fix boys did they?

What if they did? He could picture his dad taking him into the vets. "I've brought Tyler in to be fixed," he says.

What would I do? Would I fight it, or would I accept it as inevitable? Please, Dad, I don't want to be fixed.

"It's for the best," his dad says. "You'll be happier without them." Then the vet takes him in and cuts off his balls.

What would his friends think? "You can suck my cock now," Ronnie Garcia of his imagination says. "You're no longer a boy. It wouldn't be a queer thing, now that you're no longer a boy."

He might as well suck Ronnie's cock. He wouldn't be able to masturbate. Isn't that what his mom had told him, "Then you wouldn't be able to masturbate," she'd said. What would happen to his cock? Would it shrink up and disappear? Would he turn into a girl, if he didn't have balls?

u>Chapter 3: The Haunted House

Waiting until his mom and dad were asleep, Tyler dressed in the dark, then got his bike out of the garage. He had even more reason to go to the house. If he found enough treasure, he'd run away from home. He knew he couldn't stop masturbating; and if his mother caught him, she would have him fixed. Even if vets didn't fix boys, she'd find a way to have it done. Maybe he'd be happier without them and maybe he wouldn't. But, he didn't want to find out.

Tyler leaned his bike up against a tree. The house was dark, the street deserted, the other lots in the block empty. It was strange, given the price of houses and property these days, that no one had built new houses on the block. Feeling a chill, despite the warm night, Tyler shivered, girding his loins as they say, trying to work up the courage to approach the house. Despite his bravado, he was scared. But, he couldn't back out, not after having called the others chicken. Besides, he had even more reason to find treasure now.

He approached a porch on the opposite end of the house from where he'd left his bike. The wooden steps creaked -- as did the boards making up the porch floor -- when he stepped on them. Tyler paused, worried -- ridiculously, he knew, since the house was deserted -- that someone might have heard him. There's no

such thing as ghosts, he told himself, reaching for the door handle. It turned; the door creaked open; the door was unlocked. Somehow, that worried him. Too easy; it was as if someone wanted him to enter.

Dark, except for lights from street lights that lined the deserted street, the house seemed deserted, but it was wrong. It felt wrong. At first, he didn't realize why, but then he realized there was no dust, none on the furniture or on the floors. And, that the house was furnished, was strange in itself. Hadn't it been deserted for as long as anyone could remember? There should be dust an inch thick covering the floor and the furniture. Tyler felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. That wasn't a cliché as far as he was concerned. The hair on the back of his neck actually stood on end. As warm as the night was, he shivered. Fuck, let me out of here, he thought.

But, he was already inside, wasn't he? He'd grab the treasure; then leave. He walked into another room, a study of sorts. There was a desk in it. Mightn't there be something in its drawers? Grabbing hold of the drawer's handles, he pulled. It was stuck or locked. Damn, I

should have brought a screwdriver, knife or something.  Maybe there's one

in the kitchen.

Turning to go to the kitchen, he stopped, frightened by what he saw. It scared the piss out of him -- literally. He pissed his pants; he was that scared. The creature reaching for him wasn't human. What it was, Tyler had no idea; but it wasn't human. His mind, unable to comprehend what he saw, shut down. Tyler's eyes rolled back in his head; he fainted.

Chapter 4: Missing

Tyler's mom noticed that his door was closed the next morning. She was pissed. She'd told him to leave his door open. Though she knew she couldn't watch him all the time, he'd be less likely to masturbate if his door was open. She opened his door. His bed was empty. Glancing around, she saw that the bathroom door was open; the bathroom was empty, too. When she searched the house for him, she determined that his bike was gone. The kid was in trouble now. He knew better than to leave the house without asking her first.

Would fixing a boy keep him at home? Tyler had certainly become more difficult, argumentative and obstreperous, since he reached puberty. He'd been a sweet kid until then, content to stay home with his parents. Now, he was gone most of the time. She wished she could have him fixed. Maybe he'd become the boy he'd once been.

She went to wake up her husband. "Tyler's off somewhere on his bike. I want you to look for him bring him home if you can find him. He didn't ask permission to leave, and after catching him masturbating last night, I wouldn't have let him, if he had."

"You're too hard on the boy," said James Kosolas, "all boys his age masturbate."

"Well, I won't have him masturbating in my house," She said. "I wish I could have him fixed. He'd be better off without balls."

"I'd be better off without mine," said James Kosolas, "for all the good they do me."

"Both of you would be better off without them," said Eva Kosolas. "Like I told Tyler last night, male babies should be castrated at birth."

"You told him that?" asked James. "Is that what you really believe? Would you really have Tyler fixed, if you could?"

Without hesitation, she said, "Yes, I told him that I wished he were a dog, so I could take him to the vet to be fixed. I don't wish he was a dog, but I wish I could take him to the vet to be fixed. I wish you'd take yourself the the vet to be fixed. We'd all be better off if both of you were fixed."

James shook his head. Maybe he would be better off without his balls. His wife hadn't let him touch her since she'd caught him fooling around with another woman, shortly before Tyler was born. Like Tyler, he sometimes masturbated, but done quickly in the bathroom with the door shut, it wasn't satisfying. He did it because he felt the need to do it, not because he wanted to do it. Wouldn't he be better off without balls, without the need and desire he felt, but couldn't satisfy? Had having balls ever brought him happiness? Maybe Tyler would be better off without his. At least, he wouldn't be as frustrated as James was all the time.

But, that was idle daydreaming on both his and Eva's parts, wasn't it. You couldn't have your son fixed. Hell, you couldn't even have yourself fixed. James decided at that moment that he would have himself fixed, if he could. He would be better off without balls. But Tyler? Would Tyler be better off without his?

He thought back, trying to remember what it had been like to be a boy Tyler's age. What would it be like to be Tyler's age and be a boy that had been fixed? What would it be like to be the only boy in your P.E. class that didn't have balls? His cock stiffened at the thought of it. He had seen Tyler naked for the first time since Tyler had reached puberty, the night before as the boy had walked from the bathroom after taking a bath back to his room.

They kid's cock had grown since James saw it last, and he had pubic hair. His balls had grown, too. James tried to imagine how the boy would look without balls hanging from his dick. Would Tyler miss his balls? He'd probably miss jacking off, but maybe only at first. Maybe, without the testosterone his balls produced, he wouldn't want to do it after a while. Maybe then, he wouldn't even miss it. Maybe Eva was right. Maybe both he and Tyler would be better off without balls.

But, it was just idle daydreaming, wasn't it? You couldn't have your son fixed.

He was about to leave when the doorbell rang. Answering it, he found a boy Tyler's age at the door. "Is Tyler here?" the boy said.

Wanting to continue what they'd started the day before, Jerry had come over to Tyler's house.

"Tyler's not here," said James Kosolas, "I was about to go looking for him. Do you have any idea where he might be."

Jerry said, "He was --" then, confused, he hesitated. He'd been about to say something, but he couldn't remember what. A vague memory, lurking in the shadows of him brain, was there for a moment, then it was simply gone, leaving no trace that it had ever existed. He didn't remember how much the haunted house had scared him; he didn't remember the haunted house at all, or that Tyler had been going to explore it. As far as he was concerned, the house didn't exist; it had never existed. "He might be over at Ronnie Garcia's house." i>He

might be over there getting his cock sucked, Jerry thought.

"Do you know where Ronnie lives?" asked James Kosolas. When Jerry said he did, James said, "Will you show me?"

Jerry agreed to ride along with Kosolas, showing him where Ronnie lived. They just happened to pass the block where the haunted house was -- or, where it had been. It wasn't there. The house no longer existed, not in this reality, anyway. No one, not Jerry or James Kosolas, who had passed the house hundreds of times, remembered that it had once existed.

Chapter 5: Imprisoned

Tyler awoke, naked, locked in a cell. From the windows, located at the top of the wall, he figured he must be in the basement. What was that creature he'd seen? It wasn't human; of that he was certain. It couldn't be human. He might not have believed in ghosts before, but now, he was beginning to wonder. Could such things really exist? If that creature -- if he hadn't imagined it -- existed, then why not ghosts? And if he had imagined it, why was he locked in a cell?

He was naked. Was that because he'd pissed his pants? Until it had happened, he didn't know he could be scared so badly that he would piss his pants; but he had. He looked around, trying the door, which was securely locked; he started to call out, but stopped himself. What if that creature answered his call? He'd rather be alone, locked in the cell, than see it again.

What did they want with him? If they were going to kill him, why wasn't he already dead? Why hadn't he listened to his friends? No treasure was worth his life.

Hours passed. Lying on a cold stone bench, Tyler masturbated for little reason other than he was bored and had nothing else to do. At least, it passed the time. While masturbating, he cupped his balls with his other hand. He liked the feel of them, rolling them back and forth in his hand as he pumped his cock, feeling them tighten against his cock as his climax approached. Then: he came, creamy, white cum, shooting onto his stomach. God, he loved it.

Masturbating was Tyler's favorite pastime. There were few places he hadn't done it, even doing it once in the back seat on a trip with his parents with them in the front seat. It was a wonder that he hadn't been caught jacking off sooner.

Tyler didn't think he was queer. He hadn't sucked anyone's cock. He'd let both Ronnie and Jerry suck his cock, but he hadn't sucked theirs. As long as he hadn't, he wasn't queer was he? They might be; but he wasn't. He'd never fucked a girl; but he wanted to; and until he'd fucked Jerry, he'd never fucked anyone.

Finally, Tyler fell asleep. When he awoke, he wasn't alone.

A girl, naked, his age or possibly a year or two older -- it's sometimes hard to tell with girls -- was sitting at the foot of his stone bench. Glancing at her, he noticed that his cock was hard, as it always was when he awoke in the morning; and from the light streaming through the high windows, he knew it was morning. She was staring at his hard cock. Tyler covered it and his balls with both hands, embarrassed to have a girl see them. Other than his mother, no girl ever had.

Grinning, she said, "No sense covering it up now. I've been staring at it for hours. Is it always hard like that?" She reached over, pulling his hands aside. His cock, free restraints, sprang up. "It's nice," she said, when Tyler hadn't answered her inquiry. "Do you...?" Her voice trailed off.

"Do I what?" Tyler asked, his face burning; but he didn't try covering his cock again; instead his gaze flicked between her tits -- they were small, but well formed -- and her snatch, covered in soft, brown, hair. His eyes snapped back and forth in his head so quickly, they almost made an audible clicking sound, as if his eyes couldn't decide which they wanted to see more, her tits or her snatch.

"Oh," she said, "it jumped." Tyler looked down at his cock. Aroused, it throbbed and twitched. "Do you," she said, "completing her question, "you know -- play with it? Do you make it spit?"

Now, Tyler's face really burned. He could talk about jacking off with his friends; along with him, they had cocks and jacked off; but, never having a sister, he knew next to nothing about girls, about what they did, whether they masturbated or not. As far as he knew, that was something only boys did. Why would a girl do it, if she couldn't shoot? He attempted to cover his cock again with his hands, but her hand beat him to it. She grasped it, sliding his foreskin over its head, then pulled it back. "Oh, shit," said Tyler, "I'm going to cum," and he did. Spunk spit out of the slit in his cock onto his belly.

She milked his cock until no more came out. "Cool," she said. "Did it feel good?" All Tyler could so was nod, looking at her face -- concentrating on her face for the first time. Previously, her tits and her snatch had occupied his attention. She was pretty, but there was a strange look about her. It was hard to tell what color her eyes were. Their color seemed to shift from brown to gold or maybe even yellow. When he looked directly at them, they were brown, but when he looked away -- out of the corner of his eye -- they seemed to have changed, becoming yellow or gold; but when he looked back, they were once again brown.

Too, she was hairier than most girls he'd seen, covered not with hair actually, but a fine down. It reminded him of fur, although it was too short -- too fine -- to be called fur.

Her hand was still on his cock, which was rapidly stiffening in it. If she wanted to keep holding it, it was fine with him. If she wanted to jack him off again, that was fine with him, too. But instead, she dipped her fingers into the spunk pooled on his stomach, smearing it across his belly. "I take it that wasn't your first time," she said. Tyler shook his head. "Have you ever...?" Again, rather than completing the sentence, she glanced downward, at her crotch this time, instead of at Tyler's. He didn't have to ask what she meant this time; he knew; and his cock knew; it jumped in her hand. He shook his head once again. "Do you want to?" she asked. This time, Tyler nodded. Yes, he wanted to. He definitely wanted to.

She straddled him, easing herself down until the head of his cock was nestled, half hidden, in her pubic hair. "It's so big," she said. Tyler pictured Jerry's cock. His wasn't big compared to Jerry's. Just shy of six inches, his wasn't big at all. Of the boys he jacked off with, only Alex McGraw had a smaller one.

Then, she lowered herself onto his cock, enveloping it with her snatch, which wrapped tightly around his cock, was hot -- almost painfully hot -- and tight, but slippery. She raised up, far enough that only the head of his cock was still inside her, then lowered herself, grinding her pelvis against his. Fucking Jerry had been good -- fucking Jerry had been great -- but not as good as this, not as good as lying there, letting her fuck him.

But, as his climax approached, he could no longer lie still. He began thrusting, trying to plunge his cock ever deeper into her, even though his pelvis already smashed into hers with each thrust. This climax that approached was all that mattered. Nothing else mattered, not that he was hungry or that he was imprisoned, possibly by some supernatural beings. The only thing that mattered was this climax -- this particular orgasm. At that moment, he would have traded his life for it.

She closed her eyes when he came, a smile on her face.

Tyler lay, almost paralyzed by the intensity of the orgasm. He'd never had such an intense orgasm. For a moment he thought he'd die from it; and it wouldn't have mattered to him -- at that moment -- if he did. That orgasm seemed to have encompassed his whole reason for being, as if he'd been born to have that one particular orgasm. "It's done," a voice in his head seemed to say.

He looked up at her, still straddling his now subsiding cock. She seemed to change before his eyes, the down on her body, thickening -- lengthening. It did resemble fur now. Her face, too, was changing, her nose lengthening, dragging her mouth along with it. She opened her eyes; they were gold, solid gold, inset with a black iris, no white rimming the gold, gold from eyelid to eyelid.

Afraid, but still unable to move, Tyler watched her change from girl to something else, a dog perhaps or maybe a wolf. Straddling him, resting on haunches, not on knees, the creature raised up, letting his cock slide, not from a girl's vagina, but from that of an animal, a dog or a wolf. Now, the creature was entirely covered with fur, black, tipped in silver. It still seemed to smile, its mouth half open, the back corners of its mouth tilted up in a doggy grin. Saliva dripped from its mouth onto Tyler's chest. He wanted to scream; he wanted to run, to be as far away from this place as he could, to be back in his own bed, in his own house, hearing his mother, the clank of pots and pans, as she prepared breakfast, smelling bacon and eggs cooking and coffee brewing. Instead, he lay on a cold stone bench, a wolf or dog -- that moments ago had been a girl, one that had just fucked him-- hunkered over him, drooling on him; and he couldn't move. He couldn't even scream.

The animal licked his face; then bit his throat, opening his jugular vein. Blood gushed out, the creature lapping it up with its tongue. Tyler felt a cold, beginning in his feet, creep up his body, up his legs to his thighs, then his crotch, and then into his abdomen. When it reached his chest, he knew he'd be dead. The creature was drinking all his blood.

Tyler felt the cold creep higher; then everything went dark.

The animal -- once blood no longer flowed from the boy's throat -- looked up at his face. Tyler's eyes, open, stared fixedly at the ceiling. The wound on the boy's throat sealed; and soon, there was no mark on his throat at all. Jumping down off the bench, the creature padded out the cell door, which had opened. It went up the stairs and out of the basement, leaving the doors to it and the cell open.

Drained of blood, Tyler lay on the bench, cold and inert, both his heart and chest still. He lay on the bench all that day and that night, his body becoming colder, until it was as cold as the bench on which he lay. Then, the next day, as the sun came up, his body began to change. Hair began to grow on it, a fine down, such as that which had covered the girl, thickening as time passed, becoming fur, thick, brown fur. His nose lengthened, stretching his mouth along with it, becoming a snout, rather than a separate nose and mouth. His eyes, once blue, turned gold, gold from rim to rim.

He lay on the bench, his legs -- his four legs -- up in the air, like a dog playing dead. By all appearances, he was a dog, although a dog with an unusually large penis and balls. His penis, hanging out of its sheath, unlike the pointed, red, penis of a dog, was blunted and flesh colored, with just the suggestion of a head. The dog's balls hung down, the scrotum reminiscent of the one that had hung on the boy, not tight against the dog's crotch as it should have been.

Suddenly, Tyler shuddered, as with a thump his heart beat for the first time in over twenty-four hours. He sucked in his first breath, filling his lungs -- his doggy lungs -- for the first time. His eyes, no longer fixed on the ceiling, shifted, from side to side, then up and down. Confused, seeing a dog's body, he first thought the girl -- suddenly turned dog -- was still on top of him; but he looked down a snout, not a nose. At first he was confused. Wasn't he a boy?

Rolling over onto his side, he lay on it, trying to collect his thoughts and trying to get warm. The fur helped; and with each beat of his heart, with each breath he took, he became warmer. It was difficult to think, though. The dog's brain, limited in size as it was, squeezed out his thoughts; and the dog's DNA shaped them. Living in a dog's body, thinking with a dog's brain. He no longer remembered that he had been a boy. All he knew was that he had to go home, and remembering where he lived -- just as a dog would -- he jumped down from the bench, stretching after landing on the floor, a doggy stretch, his legs extended in front of him and his back curved, his haunches higher than his chest, which almost touched the floor. He was stiff, but feeling, along with warmth, was returning to his limbs.

He padded out the cell door, up the stairs, out of the basement, then out of the still open door he'd entered two days before, past a bike, still propped against the tree, stopping to smell it, sniffing a somehow familiar scent. Still a little confused, he padded off down the street toward home.

Chapter 6: Back Home

"Bad dog," Eva Kosolas scolded him once he was home. "James," she said to her husband. "I want you to take this dog down tomorrow to have him fixed. You should have done it a long time ago. Maybe he'll stay home then."

When Tyler had become a dog in that other reality, he had become one in his own reality as well. No one remembered Tyler the boy. The closet in the spare room had boxes and winter clothes hanging in them, not Tyler the boy's clothes. As far as Eva and James Kosolas were concerned, they'd never had a son. Instead they had a dog they'd named Tyler.

Now part of both realities, Tyler, himself, changed the reality of his world. Thinking that, were he a dog, his mother would be happy to have him home, he became one. She'd wanted him to be a dog, hadn't she, so she could have him fixed? Well, he was one now. And, since he was, she could have him fixed.

"I hate to do it to him," James Kosolas said, "but you're probably right. I guess we should have him fixed. I'll take him down tomorrow."

Chapter 7: A Trip to the Vet's

Attaching a leash to Tyler's collar, Mr. Kosolas said, "Come on, Boy. Want to go for a ride?" Tyler barked. He loved to go for rides in the car. Didn't all dogs? But, he didn't know this ride would end at the vet's office. "Kosolas," said James to the receptionist, once they were inside, "This is Tyler. It's is his big day."

The receptionist grinned, looking over the counter at Tyler, "So, Tyler, your time to be fixed, huh? Have you been a bad boy?"

"Shh...," Kosolas said, but grinning as he did, "he's smart. He might understand.

Tyler cocked his head. He didn't like the sound of the word -- fixed -- but he didn't -- couldn't quite remember -- what it meant. After a moment, one of the vet's assistants came out to get him, taking him inside where he lifted Tyler onto a table. He gave Tyler a shot, and Tyler was soon asleep. Then he clipped the hair around Tyler's balls, amazed at the size of them. He'd never seen balls that large on a dog.

Neither had the vet. "Jesus," he said, when he saw them. But, he had a job to do; and, big or not, they would soon lie in a bowl. Using a scalpel, he made an incision down the midline of the dog's scrotum, pulled out one testicle, tying it off; then tied off the other one. With a snip of a small pair of scissors, the first ball came loose into his hand. He placed it in the bowl, then snipped off the other one. A few stitches to close the scrotum, and he was done.

Setting down the bowl containing the dog's balls, he stripped off his gloves and was washing his hands at the sink when he heard his assistant say, "Doc!" in a tone that conveyed fear or shock, something he'd never heard in the man's voice. Looking around, he saw that, instead of a dog on the table, a naked boy lay on it, a stitched incision down the middle of his scrotum. He glanced back at the bowl. The balls in it weren't a dog's balls, not even a large dog's balls. They were human balls, the balls of a boy, much like the boy on the table. They were the boy's balls. He had just cut off a boy's balls; and as skillful a vet as he was, there was no putting them back. He'd just made a eunuch out of the kid.

Confused, he looked back and forth, from the boy, to the bowl containing his balls. Why had he castrated the kid? Why had the boy's father brought him to him to be castrated. Then he shrugged. Of course, he had just castrated the boy. It was natural for a father to bring in his son to be fixed. He distinctly remembered castrating the boy. He did it all the time. That's what he did: fix boys; just as he had just fixed this one.

While his helper took the boy into the recovery room he went into the lobby to tell the boy's father that the operation had been a success. "He's come through it fine, Mr. Kosolas," he said, "He might be a little sore for a couple of days, but boys his age heal quickly. You made the right decision. He'll be happier now that he's been fixed."

Mr. Kosolas looking down at the leash in his lap, shook his head, trying to shake the confused thoughts from it. Why did he have a leash? He tossed it on a nearby table. When it landed on the table, the leash disappeared. Kosolas forgot that he'd ever had it. Reality had shifted, and just as Tyler's clothes had disappeared when Tyler had become a dog, the leash -- and the memory of it -- disappeared.

"I'm sure he will," said Kosolas, "but you know how boys are. He didn't want to be fixed. But he was masturbating and running away; so I guess it was time."

"Few of them want to be fixed," said the vet, "but once they have been, they adjust quickly. Testosterone is a poison that boys are better off without. You won't have to put up with his masturbating any longer. He won't be able to now. Give him a week or two and he won't even miss doing it. You've made the right decision for him, Mr. Kosolas. All boys his age should be fixed.

"You're right, of course, Kosolas said, shaking the vet's proffered hand. It was done; and it was for the best. Tyler would thank him someday.

"He'll be out in a minute," the vet said. "He'll already be awake by now. Here's a prescription for some pain medication and for an antibiotic." Withdrawing a pad from his pocket, he wrote out the prescriptions. "He might not even need the pain medication, but give him all the antibiotic medication. We don't want him to become infected."

Tyler woke up in the recovery room, a little confused at first, but then he knew where he was -- at the vet's. His father had brought him in to be fixed. He looked down at his ball sac to see the stitched incision down the middle. Looking up at the attendant hovering over him, he said, "Did the vet cut them off?"

"Yep," said the vet's assistant, holding up a small brown bottle. "Would you like to take them home with you?" He handed the bottle to Tyler.

Now that Tyler had been fixed, he no longer needed to be a dog, and his changing back into a boy changed reality again. In this one, he'd always been a boy, and in this one, boys were fixed, just as he had just been fixed. He didn't like it, but that's the way things were. It's what he got for getting caught jacking off by his mother. Now, he wouldn't be able to jack off. And his cock would shrink until it disappeared. Hadn't he read somewhere that's what happened when a boy's balls were cut off, his cock shrunk? He might even grow tits. Hadn't he read of that possibility, too? Sometimes boys changed into girls. He'd read about sex change operations. Is that all they had to do to make a boy into a girl, cut off his balls? It made sense to Tyler. Weren't balls what made you a boy? If you didn't have them, wouldn't you become a girl?

Still a part of both realities, Tyler -- by his thoughts -- created reality. Tyler's reality affected everyone. What was real for him, became real for every other boy.

In a few minutes, dressed in the loose fitting shorts they'd brought , accompanied by the vet's assistant, Tyler came walking down the hall. He had a small bottle in his hand.

"How do you feel?" asked his dad.

"I don't know," said Tyler, " Not much different."

"What's that in your hand?" asked James Kosolas.

"My balls," said Tyler, holding up the bottle for his dad to see. "They said I could keep them."

The front door opened. A man and a boy came in, the man tightly gripping the boy's arm, the boy struggling in his grasp. "I don't want to be fixed," said the boy.

His father led him to over to the receptionist. "Wilson," he said, "and this is Kevin. It's his big day. Time he was fixed."

"Of course, Mr. Wilson," she said, "have a seat. The doctor will be with you in a moment."

Chapter 8: Fixed

Shit, shit, shit, Tyler thought, laying naked on his bed, fingering his empty ball sac. Why had his parents had him fixed? Sure, he liked to jack off, but was that any reason to have his balls cut off? Rubbing his ball sac between his thumb and forefinger, he couldn't feel anything inside it, just two folds of skin sliding back and forth against each other, two folds of skin, an empty sac that had once contained his balls, two healthy, spunk filled, balls, that had given him so much pleasure. OK, so he didn't NEED to jack off like he had before; but that didn't mean he didn't miss doing it.

His hand went to his cock, limp above the empty sac. It was smaller than before -- noticeably, undeniably, smaller. It hadn't been hard once his balls had been cut off, not once. And, it would continue to shrink. The cock on every fixed boy shrank. Eventually, it would disappear entirely, or so he'd been told. As far as he knew, parents didn't used to have their sons fixed, but his parents acted like it commonplace. Others were being fixed now. Several boys were at the vet's clinic waiting to be fixed, when he left it without his balls.

His parents didn't regret having him fixed. "It was the right thing to do," they told him, when he asked, "You'll be happier, more contented, without balls, and it'll keep you out of trouble. Neutering boys cuts down on unwanted pregnancies and the spread of venereal diseases. You won't have to masturbate now."

"When did they start fixing boys?" he asked his mother after they'd brought him home from the vet's.

"Boys have been fixed for thousands of years," said his mom. " A boy doesn't need balls. You'll be much happier without them.

According to the news, not many boys in his town had been fixed yet, but more were being fixed every day. "Have your boy fixed," the billboards and TV ads screamed, "Someday, he'll thank you for it. Society will thank you for it."

Tyler walked out into the living room, where his parents were watching TV. Not bothering to dress, he was still naked. With a cock that couldn't get hard, he had nothing to hide; and his mother had examined him almost every day since he'd been fixed to make certain he as healing properly.

"You're looking good," said his dad, when Tyler walked in. "I think your penis is shrinking nicely. It should be gone in a few months. Now, aren't you glad we had you fixed?"

"No!" said Tyler. "I liked being a boy. I liked having balls." I liked jacking off, he thought, but didn't say.

"Your balls just got you in trouble, Tyler," his dad said. "You ran away and you were masturbating. Balls just get boys in trouble. You're better off without them. Someday, you'll be glad we had you fixed. You don't really miss masturbating any more, do you? What I mean is, you don't feel the need to do it anymore, do you?"

Tyler shrugged. "No, I don't guess I need to do it. .   But, I liked jacking off, he thought. 

I liked fucking, too, and having my cock sucked, but you

ruined that for me, didn't you?

"I think you'll look great without an ugly penis and ugly testicles hanging from your crotch. I'll be glad when your penis disappears as well," said his mother. "Look at how much freer it's made you already. You would have never come in here without clothes on before you were fixed. Now, you walk around the house naked all the time."

"Are you saying I shouldn't?"

"Not at all," said his mother. "I think that after all boys are fixed, you'll find that society has a much more tolerant view toward nudity. Your father is so encouraged by the changes he's seen in you that he's considering having himself fixed."

Looking at his dad, Tyler said, "You are? You're going to volunteer to have your balls cut off."

His father nodded. "I'm seriously considering it, Tyler. Although I've learned to control my yearnings, I think I'd be better off without them in the first place. Except that you would have never been born, I wish I had been fixed when I was your age. Everyday, I think about how lucky you are that we had you fixed when we did."

"I don't feel so lucky," Tyler said.

"You will, Honey," his mom said, "Just give it time."

"But, my friends haven't been fixed. School starts soon; and I'm afraid they'll find out I've been fixed. They might laugh at me. I have to shower with other boys in P.E. We used to tease guys that had small dicks. What do you think they'll say to me when they see this?" Tyler picked up his dick, wagging it at his parents. "And this?" he said, stretching his empty ball sac.

"I've already talked to the school about that," said his mom. "They assure me they're making new arrangements for fixed boys. I don't think you'll have to shower with intact boys."

"You told them I've been fixed?"

"Of course. It's nothing to be ashamed of. The school had to know; and you should be proud you've been fixed, that you were one of the first boys in our town to be fixed."

"I thought you said boys had been fixed for thousands of years," said Tyler.

A puzzled look crossed his mother's face. "They -- they have. But -- they -- uh -- they just started a local campaign to have all the boys in our town fixed."

"And, you had to start it with me?"

"You should be proud that you were among the first, Honey," she said. "Just wait; when your friends are suffering the angst of finding out they're to be fixed, you will have already made the necessary adjustments. Be proud that you've been fixed. As one of the first, you should think of yourself as a role model for the other boys. Although not many have been fixed yet, they soon will be. I would venture to say that before the year's out, most of your friends will have been fixed."

"I'll tell you what, Tyler," said his dad, "if it'll make you feel better, I'll make an appointment to have myself fixed."

"You will?" said Tyler.

"Yes," said his dad, "I can't very well tell you it's for the best, if I won't have it done myself, can I?"

"You really want to have your balls cut off, Dad?"

"Yes. Now that I think about it, I've wanted it done for a long time. I -- I," He looked confused for a moment, then smiled, "I wanted it done when I was your age. You're really lucky, Tyler, that you have parents that put your well being first. I wish my parents had had me fixed when I was your age. It would have saved me a lot of heartache."

"You're really going to do it, Sweetheart?" his wife said.

"Yes," he said, "I'll call tomorrow."

"I'm proud of you," she said, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. "See, Tyler, even your father is going to get fixed. Now, aren't you glad we had you fixed?"

Now, it was Tyler's turn to be confused. He looked down at his empty ball sac. Was he really better off without them? Would his dad have his own cut off, if he wasn't? Back in his room, he took the bottle containing his balls out of his desk drawer, holding them up to the light to look at them. Maybe he was better off without them. At least, he wasn't so preoccupied with sex anymore.

Chapter 9:  His Dad's Big Day

"Today's my big day," his dad said to him a couple of days later. "You want to come with me? Mom's going to drive me to the vet's."

"You're really going to do it?" asked Tyler.

"Of course," said his father, "I don't know why I've waited this long. I should have had myself fixed when you were. Why, my penis might be as small as yours is by now. I can't wait to get fixed. I talked to the vet. He'll even let you watch, if you want."

Did he? Did he want to watch the vet cut off his father's balls? He did want to see how they did it. He'd been asleep when the vet had fixed him. "Sure," he said.

The vet's clinic seemed bigger than Tyler remembered. A big sign on the front said, "Get your boy fixed. Call for an appointment today." He didn't remember that sign, either. And, wasn't it a small vet's office, not a clinic, where he'd been fixed? Oh, well. It had been a traumatic experience, waking up without balls. Possibly, his memory was playing tricks on him.

Once inside the clinic, Tyler saw that the waiting room was full of boys waiting with their fathers. He even recognized one of them, Alex McGraw, a boy from his school. He waved to him. Alex, spoke briefly to his father, then walked over to him, where Tyler stood with his dad in a line of people waiting to talk the receptionist. His mom would come back to pick them up.

"Hey," said Alex.

"Hey, yourself," said Tyler.

"Are you getting fixed?" asked Alex.

"Are you?" asked Tyler.

"Yeah," said Alex, "sucks doesn't it? Are you getting fixed, too?"

"Nah, my dad's getting himself fixed," said Tyler. "I've already been fixed." He was glad that someone he knew was getting fixed. At least, he wouldn't be the only one at school that was.

"You have? What's it like?" asked Alex.

"You can't jack off," said Tyler, glancing around at his dad to see whether he was listening.

"If you guys want to talk, you don't have to stand in line with me, Tyler," his dad said.

"OK, Dad," Tyler said. He and Alex walked over to a couple of empty seats.

"Tell me what it's like," said Alex, once they were seated.

"Your cock shrinks," said Tyler, "and once your balls or cut off, it won't get hard. I haven't been able to jack off since I was fixed.

"Your cock shrinks?" asked Alex. "How much?"

"It keeps shrinking until it's completely gone," said Tyler.

"How big's yours now?" asked Alex. Tyler held his forefinger and thumb about two inches apart. "That small?" said Alex.

Tyler nodded, "You want to see? When's your appointment?"

"Forty-five minutes," said Alex. "They're running late."

"Let's go to the bathroom, and I'll show you," said Tyler.

"OK," said Alex. Each boy told his father where they were going, and they walked down the hallway to the men's room. They locked themselves in a stall at the back. Tyler dropped his pants. "Fuck," said Alex, "that fucker is tiny. Can I feel your ball sac?" When Tyler said he could, he rubbed Tyler's sac between him thumb and fingers. "That fucker is empty, Man," Alex said.

"Let me see your dick," Tyler said. "I've about forgotten what mine looked like before I was fixed."

"I've got a hard-on," said Alex.

"Then, you ought to jack off," said Tyler. "This is your last chance. You want me to jack you off?" They had jacked off together before.

"Sure," said Alex, pushing down his jeans and underwear. Alex had a nice cock, a little larger than Tyler's had been. Shaved in preparation for his fixing, his crotch was smooth. Grasping Alex's cock in his hand, Tyler began pumping it, then paused. "Keep going," said Alex.

Instead, Tyler bent over, taking Alex's cock into his mouth. He wouldn't have done it before, not when he had balls, but now, it seemed the right thing to do. It was going to be Alex's last orgasm, after all. Tyler might as well make it a memorable one. "Oh, fuck," that feels good," Alex said, thrusting his hips, shoving his cock into Tyler's mouth. Tyler could taste Alex, the precum leaking from his cock, the sweat and secretions, long dried on his cock. He didn't mind the taste. To the contrary, he rather liked it.

"I'm going to cum," said Alex, his hand on the back of Tyler's head, thrusting his cock into Tyler's mouth. Then, Tyler could taste his cum, as it spurted into his mouth. He had missed that taste, since he could no longer taste his own and was glad he'd sucked Alex's cock.

"Thanks, Man," Alex said, as Tyler wiped off his mouth.

"Don't tell anyone I sucked your cock, OK?" said Tyler.

"I'll suck yours, if you want me to," said Alex.

"OK," said Tyler. Alex tried sucking Tyler's cock, but it wouldn't get hard, and it didn't even feel particularly good. Alex might as well been sucking on one of his fingers, for all that Tyler got out of it. Finally, he said, "It's not doing anything." and Alex quit.

"That's fucked, Man," Alex said, "You can't even get it hard, huh? When Tyler shook his head, Alex said, "I don't want to get fixed."

"I didn't either," said Tyler, "but it's not really so bad. I really don't miss jacking off all that much. I wish I could do it, but I don't really miss it. Does that make any sense? I mean, I used to HAVE to jack off. I couldn't go a day without doing it; but now, I'll go for days without even thinking about sex. So, it's really not so bad. My dad says someday I'll be glad I was fixed. He says he wishes he'd been fixed when he was my age.

"Why'd you suck my cock?" asked Alex. "You never would before. I would have sucked yours, if you would have sucked mine. I might have done it anyway, if you'd asked."

"I don't know," said Tyler, "I thought it'd make me queer, I guess."

"And, now?" asked Alex.

Tyler looked down at his crotch. "I'm not really a boy any longer, am I? How can it be queer for me to have sex with a boy, if I'm not one? Hey, you want to fuck me?"

"Here?" asked Alex, but his cock, speaking its own reply, stiffened.

"Why not?" said Tyler. Suddenly, he wanted Alex to fuck him. He'd enjoyed sucking Alex's cock more than he'd thought possible. Jerry had cum when he had fucked him. Would he, if Alex fucked him?

"But, someone might catch us doing it," said Alex.

"What are they going to do to us, cut off our balls?"

"You got a point," said Alex.

Tyler bent over the toilet, his palms flat against the wall on the opposite side, presenting his ass to Alex. He felt Alex's cock probe his hole. "Use some spit," he said. Alex did. "Ow," said Tyler, as Alex's cock entered his hole.

"Do you want me to stop?" asked Alex.

"No," said Tyler, "but take it easy, OK?" He felt his hole fill with Alex's cock, as Alex plunged it into him. It hurt at first; but after a bit, if felt good -- damned good. Maybe there was a way for him to have sex, even though he'd been fixed. Unfixed boys had cocks. Maybe he could use theirs to get off.

All too soon, though, Alex said, "I'm going to cum," and he shot his load up Tyler's ass.

Shit, thought Tyler. Just a little more, and I might have cum." He'd been close. He was certain he'd been close. But it was too late now. Alex had cum, and his cock had withdrawn from Tyler's hole. And they didn't have time to try again. The door to the bathroom opened, and Alex's father called out, "It's about time, Alex." Had they spent forty-five minutes in the bathroom? It didn't seem that long.

"I'll be right out, Dad," Alex said, then more quietly, he said to Tyler, "Fuck, I don't want to get fixed. Will you come in with me? I'd rather have you there than my dad."

"Sure, if you want," said Tyler.

Chapter 10: Alex Gets Fixed

They agreed to let Tyler go into the operating room with Alex. After he put on a mask, the vet's attendant allowed him to stand to the side where he could watch. Alex wouldn't be put out like he was. They'd just shoot up his balls with Lidocaine, then cut them off. After the attendant injected Alex's balls, he and Alex shot the shit for awhile, not talking about anything in particular because the attendant was in and out of the room.

"Are you being fixed today, too?" The vet asked Tyler, when he came it.

"No," said Tyler, "I've already been fixed.

"Oh, good," replied the vet, "just keeping your friend company while he's fixed, huh?"

"Yeah," said Tyler. "I came with my dad. He'd getting fixed today, too."

"Oh, Kosolas. You're Tyler. You're one of my first. How do you like being fixed?"

Tyler shrugged. "It's OK, I guess." And, maybe it was. At least, he hated being fixed a little less each day. Today, with Alex's cock up his ass, he'd almost been glad he was.

Once the vet had determined Alex's ball were numb, he made an incision on each side, high up on his ball sac. "You cut mine down the middle," said Tyler.

"Like I said," remarked the vet, "you were one of my first. I've perfected the technique since then." He squeezed Alex's ball sac, and one of his balls popped out.

"I still have mine in a bottle," he said. "Can Alex take his home, too?"

"If he wants," said the vet, tying off the cords to Alex's ball. Once he was finished, he snipped it off, placing it in a bowl. "Half way there," he said to Alex.

"Shit," said Alex. "I don't want to be fixed."

"You'll be glad you were someday. Didn't your friend just tell you he liked it?" By then, he'd already popped Alex's remaining ball out of its sac, and had begun tying it off.

"He said it was OK," said Alex. "He didn't say he liked it."

Finished tying the cords, the vet said, "Oh, you'll like it," and snipped off Alex's other ball. He held it up for Alex to see. "There, all finished. I just need to stitch you up. You might be sore for a couple of days, but I'll give you a prescription for some pain pills. Just take it easy for a couple of days." He was stitching up the incisions in Alex's ball sac as he talked.

When the vet left the room after finishing with Alex, Tyler reaching into the bowl, pulling out Alex's balls, holding them up by the cords, dangling them for Alex to see. "You gonna to keep them?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess," said Alex.

Tyler went in with his father when he was fixed; because he said he would, not to satisfy his curiosity. He'd just seen the vet cut off Alex's balls. Unlike him and Alex, his father didn't want to keep his. Tyler's mother picked him and his father up, and neither of the Kosolas males were men any longer.

Alex spent much of the next two weeks before school started over at the Kosolas house, often spending the night there. The atmosphere at Tyler's house was much more relaxed that it was at his. He wished his father would get fixed like Mr. Kosolas had. Most of the time at Tyler's house, no one even bothered to wear clothes, not even Mrs. Kosolas. Alex's ball sac was empty; and his cock was shrinking. Maybe it wasn't so bad being fixed. Tyler's cock had shrunk even more, though. It was barely an inch long, and he hadn't much of a scrotum left at all.

Of course, Alex hadn't had an erection since he'd been fixed; but it no longer seemed important. He and Tyler rarely even talked about sex. There was so much else to do. Why had sex seemed so important? It wasn't now. Maybe he was better off now that he had been fixed. Of course, it helped that Tyler was fixed, too.

Chapter 11: First Day of School

"Have you heard about all the boys that have been fixed?" Jerry asked Tyler in the hallway, the first day of school. Tyler turned to look at Alex. They had decided not to tell anyone they'd been fixed -- not yet anyway. Tyler's mom had told him that she didn't think they'd have to shower with the intact boys. Maybe, they wouldn't take P.E. at all. Maybe, no one would find out. Tyler no longer really minded being fixed, but he didn't want to be teased about it. He didn't want other boys making fun of his tiny penis -- his one inch penis. His scrotum had virtually disappeared. Alex still had some ball sac left, but he didn't.

"Yeah, I've heard," said Tyler. "It's on the news all the time. Have you seen those commercials? Do

yourself and your boy a favor, have him fixed today." Of course, they always showed a before and after shot, the before shot a whining, pimply faced, kid, the after shot, a radient, smiling one. But it was true, wasn't it? The Kosolas household was a much happier place now that he and his dad had been fixed. They never fought anymore; and neither did his father and mother.

Wouldn't the world be better off, if all boys were fixed at the age Tyler had been fixed? It was men that started wars, wasn't it? Would there be wars, if there were no men?

"Isn't that fucked?" said Jerry. "Wouldn't you hate to be fixed? Could you image having your balls cut off? I hear fixed boys can't even jack off. Man, that would suck."

"I don't know," said Tyler, jacking off is kind of a waste of time."

"Fuck -- I can't believe you said that," said Jerry. "Did you hear that, McGraw? He said jacking off is a waste of time. Are those commercials getting to you, Kosolas? Are you going to ask your dad to have you fixed? I hear that some boys actually ask to have it done."

"I just meant that there's more to life than sex," said Tyler.

"Yeah, like what?" said Jerry. "I don't know what I'd do, if I couldn't jack off. How about you, McGraw? How many times do you jack off a day?"

"Not much," said Alex. Before he'd been fixed he had a couple of times a day, at least. Of course, in the two weeks since he'd been fixed, he hadn't.  

"Not much? I jack off five or six times a day. Hell, I've got a hard-on now."

"Hey, we gotta get to class," Tyler said, eager to get away from Jerry's incessant questions, his talk about sex. More than ever, considering what Jerry thought about being fixed, Tyler didn't want the other boys to know. Jerry had an eight inch cock. What would he think, if he saw Tyler's one inch penis?

Tyler made it though lunch without anyone finding out he'd been fixed, but then it was time for P.E.

Chapter 12: Girls' P.E.

"You'll dress with the girls," the boys' P.E. coach told him, when he and Alex showed up at P.E., announcing it in front off the rest of the class "All fixed boys dress with the girls." He read out their names, a half dozen names, Tyler's and Alex's among them.

Jerry turned to him. "You've been fixed?" He asked.

Tyler felt his face burn, wondering how red he'd turned. He hadn't told any of his friends he'd been fixed, hoping somehow to avoid having them learn that he was, thinking that he could quickly slip into a now unneeded jockstrap before anyone noticed his one inch penis. Yet, the P.E. coach, informed that he'd been fixed, wasn't even going to allow him to dress with the boys, those lucky enough to still have balls. He had just announced to the world that Tyler had been fixed. Now, everyone knew -- or soon would know.

With the six other unfortunates, other boys that had been fixed, Tyler walked over to the entrance to the girls' dressing room. The girls' P.E. teacher awaited them. Girls, coming to class a little late, edged pass them, giving them the eye, their gazes migrating downward to the boys' crotches. They, too, had heard about the fixed boys, hearing talk that they'd be joining them in the girls' dressing room. Many of them giggled as they walked by.

"You're all on my list, boys," Miss Simmons, the P.E. teacher said, after checking their names against her list, "but I'm going to have to check you out first before I let you inside. Drop your drawers. I want to be certain all of you have been fixed." When some of the boys grumbled, she said, "Come on. Drop them. It's not like you have anything to hide any longer; and if you do, you don't belong inside the girls' locker room."

Tyler looked at Alex, then at the other boys. Alex shrugged, unbuttoned his jeans, and pushed them down far enough to show Miss Simmons that he had indeed been fixed. After two weeks at the Kosolas house, he was used to being naked around others, even a woman like Miss Simmons.

Tyler hesitated, though. Alex's cock was still better than two inches long, yet his was barely an inch long. How much cock did the other boys have left? Probably more than his. They did. All of them had two inches at least. Finally, he was the only one that hadn't showed himself to Miss Simmons. He pushed down his jeans and underwear.

"Christ, Kosolas," Miss Simmons said, when he had, "it's about gone, isn't it? You can pull your jeans up. You'll definitely be safe around the girls. How about you other boys? Can any of you get an erection?" Tyler looked around. Each boy shook his head. "Guess you can come in then, ladies." She smiled. "Can't really call you boys any longer, can we?"

Maybe they weren't boys any longer. Tyler really didn't feel like a boy. Sports weren't as important to him as they had been; and he was much more sensitive now. He even cried while watching sad movies; he never had before he'd been fixed. Maybe he wasn't a boy any longer. He didn't consider himself a girl, but maybe he did have more in common with them, than he did with the boys. Since they were in the girls' P.E. class, apparently others thought he did.

The boys followed her down the hallway to the girls' dressing room, spying, when they rounded the corner to it, girls in various stages of undress, some completely naked. Everyone of the girls stopped what they were doing when they saw the boys, one or two screeching in surprise.

"It's all right," Miss Simmons said, "These are fixed boys. They'll be dressing with us from now on. None of them have testicles or a penis that will become erect. They're all perfectly safe. Since soon, most of them won't even have a penis, they're better off with you girls than with the intact boys. All right, ladies," she said, still refusing to call them boys, "get undressed and I'll take you to the equipment locker where you'll be issued shorts, panties, and a t-shirt. I don't think any of you need a jockstrap any longer." Several of the girls laughed at that. 

Although some of the girls still covered themselves with articles of clothing they'd grabbed when the boys had walked in, none of them moved. They all stared at the boys, waiting for them to undress. Some of them had never seen a naked boy. None of them -- other than one that had a brother that had been fixed -- had ever seen a fixed boy. "Come on, ladies," Miss Simmons said, when they hesitated, "you're going to be dressing with the girls every day. Might as well get used to it."

One of the boys, after pulling off his t-shirt, unzipped his fly, a sound that could be heard throughout the room. It seemed that no one so much as breathed; every eye was on his crotch. He dropped his jeans to the floor, standing dressed only in white briefs, then shoved them down. First, there were several gasps, then excited chatter. A couple of girls edged closer for a better look. "My little brother has one bigger than that," one girl was heard to say.

The rest of the boys, Tyler along with them, undressed, soon standing naked in front of the girls, who -- now that they could see the boys for what they were, fixed, ball-less, boys, with penises no bigger than those on their little brothers -- no longer covered their own nakedness. These boys were no threat; they were hardly boys, were they? Didn't boys have balls and cocks? None of these boys had either. They had little penises, but not cocks, and instead of balls, had only empty flaps of skin hanging from them. Even their little brothers had balls. These boys didn't.

"Look at that one," said one girl, pointing at Tyler. "His thing is tiny, and he doesn't have a ball thingy at all."

The girl behind the counter at the equipment locker handed Tyler a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of girls, white, cotton, panties. She had bras, but Tyler didn't need one -- yet.

The fixed boys not only dressed with the girls, they spent all of P.E. with them. It seemed that no one even considered them boys any longer.

Chapter 13: Back at the Creek with Jerry

Later, after school, as Tyler and Alex walked home from school -- he practically lived with Tyler now -- Jerry caught up with them. "Have you guys really been fixed?" he asked.

"Duh," said Tyler. "They put us in with the girls. What do you think?"

"Can I see?" said Jerry.

"Not much to see," said Tyler.

"Let's go down to the creek," said Jerry. Early September, it was still warm out, warm enough for skinny dipping.

"What do you think?" said Tyler, looking at Alex. He'd avoided Jerry and his intact friends since he'd been fixed, hoping they wouldn't find out, but they all knew now. Everyone at school knew which boys had been fixed. They might as well have announced it over the loud speakers. If the girls in his P.E. class had seen him naked, why not Jerry, who had once sucked his cock and whom he'd once fucked. Whom he'd fucked, he thought. That was definitely past tense, wasn't it? He'd never fuck anyone again, not with what he had left hanging from his groin.

"Fuck," Jerry said, at the creek after the three of them had stripped. His cock, eight inches long at least, was hard. Two ripe, firm, balls, hung in their sac below it. Beneath Alex's two inch penis -- and that's being generous -- only a flap of skin hung. His penis, limp as a wet, overcooked noodle, hung straight down. All Tyler had was a one inch tube, the head of which was completely hidden by excess foreskin. "Why's your..." Jerry hesitated. Even he was unwilling to call what hung from Tyler's groin a cock, "penis so small? It didn't used to be so small."

"It's shrinking," said Tyler. "When a boy is fixed, his penis shrinks. Eventually, it'll disappear. That's why they put us in with the girls. Soon, we'll look like them, just hair down there, nothing else. Soon, Alex will look like me."

"How will you pee without a penis?" asked Jerry.

"I'll have to sit down like a girl," said Tyler.

"That's fucked," said Jerry. "I hope my parents don't decide to have me fixed."

"Are they talking about doing it?" asked Tyler.

"My dad's mentioned it once or twice," said Jerry, "but I'm careful around them, making certain they don't catch me jacking off." He looked up at Tyler, "Can you jack off any longer."

Tyler shook his head, "Not since I was fixed," he said. "I haven't jacked off at all since since."

"How about you?" Jerry asked Alex. Alex shook his head.

"No fixed boy can jack off," said Tyler.

"So what do you guys do for sex?" asked Jerry.

"Nothing," said Tyler. After you're fixed, you don't think about sex much. But he was now. Looking at Jerry's hard cock, remembering how good it felt to have Alex's up his ass, he was.

"Will you give me a blow job? You owe me one." Jerry said to Tyler. "It turns me on, looking at you guys."

"I'll give you one," said Alex. He turned to Tyler. "Can I tell him?"

"You mean about the restroom at the clinic?" Tyler asked, then when Alex nodded, said, "Yeah. He sucked my cock -- when I had one -- I don't guess he'll tell anyone." And did it matter if he did? Some other boys at school had cocks Tyler wouldn't mind trying out.

"Tyler sucked mine the day I was fixed," Alex said. "I'd kind of like to try it. I never sucked anyone."

While Alex sucked Jerry's cock, Tyler kissed him, running his tongue down Jerry's throat, and swallowing his, in return. Before he'd been fixed he'd thought it would be gross to have some guy tongue him, but it wasn't any longer. Maybe that was another indication that he was no longer a boy.

After Jerry had cum into Alex's mouth, Tyler lay down in the grass, raising his legs, presenting his hole to Jerry. "You can fuck me, but take it easy," he said, "and spit on my hole first. I've never shit a turd as big as your cock is."

After spitting on his hand, Jerry rubbed the spit on Tyler's hole, working first one finger, then two into it, loosening it up the best he could. Still, Tyler cried out, when he inserted it into his hole, "Fuck, you have a big cock," Tyler said. Once it was in, it didn't hurt so much, though. After a while, it even felt good.

Tyler didn't cum that time; Aroused, Jerry was too quick on the trigger; but it felt good enough for him to allow Jerry to do it again. This time, Jerry lasted longer; and this time, Tyler came, an orgasm different from any he'd ever had -- nothing shot from his cock -- but it was an orgasm, nevertheless. It felt good; good enough for him to allow Jerry to fuck him again.

"Did you like it?" asked Jerry, afterward.

"Shit, yeah," said Tyler. "I came. I didn't think I ever would."

Looking down at Tyler's abdomen, Jerry said, "I don't see any spunk."

"It was different, kind of all over. I really didn't even feel it in my cock; it's as good as dead. Still, it was good.

"Want to do it again sometime?" asked Jerry.

"Sure, when my asshole isn't so sore," said Tyler. "You have a huge cock. I don't know whether my asshole will ever close right again." He thought about Robbie Garcia, who didn't have so large a cock. Maybe he'd try his out. It shouldn't hurt so much; and after he'd let Ronnie fuck him a time or two, he'd be better prepared for Jerry's cock.

Then, he thought about the boys' P.E. class. Maybe they knew what they were doing when they moved the fixed boys to girls' P.E. He wished they hadn't. He'd like to look at all those young cocks, now. Maybe he'd like to do more than look at them.

"How about you?" Jerry said to Alex.

"No, Man," Alex said, "your cock's too big. I don't think it'd fit.

Leaving the creek, the boys separated, Jerry going to his house, Alex and Tyler going to Tyler's. When they entered the house, his mother called out, "How was school, boys?"

"Fine," said Tyler. And, it was, he decided. It wasn't so bad being fixed, after all. Jerry had showed him that. Too, it wasn't so bad dressing with the girls. He had more in common with them than he did with the intact boys, didn't he? Like them, he could only fuck by letting a boy use his hole; so, his hole wasn't a pussy; but Jerry hadn't seemed to mind. He was certain Ronnie Garcia wouldn't either. Maybe, he'd even give Ronnie that blow job he'd wanted all this time.

Chapter 14: Ronnie Gets His Blowjob

Two weeks later, when he and Ronnie finally got together at Ronnie's house after school, Tyler only had a bud where his penis had been, and he no longer peed through it. An opening had formed lower on his crotch through which he peed. Tyler and all the fixed boys used the girls bathrooms as well as the girls dressing rooms.

Too, Tyler had begun growing tits. He didn't have much yet, not enough to wear a bra, certainly, but, they were budding like those on a newly pubescent girl. He had started shaving his arm pits and his legs. Both he and Alex had. The girls did; why shouldn't they? One of the girls had suggested it, telling them how gross they looked with hairy legs and arm pits.

Undressed, they were laying on Ronnie's bed. His parents wouldn't be home for hours yet. Ronnie rubbed Tyler's groin; Ronnie's cock was hard and pulsating. "Shit, you don't have anything left, do you?" he said.

Tyler shrugged, "Not much."

"Do you hate it?" asked Ronnie. "Do you hate being fixed."

"I did at first," said Tyler, "but now, I kind of like it."

"Are you turning into a girl?" asked Ronnie.

"I don't know," said Tyler. "No one knows for sure. I'm one of the first boys to be fixed."

He wasn't one of the first boys to ever be castrated, of course. Boy's had been castrated for thousands of years; but he was the first boy to be fixed. And since that had changed reality -- since Tyler, himself, had changed reality, no one knew exactly what would happen. Tyler thought he'd probably become a girl, though. Why not? If he couldn't be a boy, why not be a girl? Why not have two holes, not just one?

He didn't remember being a dog; nor did he remember the haunted house or the girl that had fucked him and drunk his blood. He didn't know he was a much a part of that reality as he was of this one, that he was a bridge between the two worlds, that as he changed, so did the reality of the world into which Tyler Kosolas had been born change. Because of Tyler, every fixed boy, every boy castrated from the day he'd been fixed, would change as he did, and because they were all dependent upon what happened to him -- although no one knew that, least of all Tyler -- no one knew what would happen to any of the fixed boys.

That they would someday not have penises, was obvious -- Tyler's was already gone -- but whether they would turn into girls, no one knew. Would a fixed boy grow a vagina? Although Tyler had begun growing tits, castrated boys in the past had also. He hadn't yet begun growing a vagina. Every day, though, feeling less like a boy, he no longer missed his balls; and didn't mind that his dick had disappeared. Ronnie's dick, he thought, wrapping his mouth around it, is enough for

both of us. When Ronnie came, shooting his load into the back of Tyler's throat, Tyler swallowed it.

Next, letting Ronnie fuck him, he came. Life was great. More and more each day, he was glad he'd been fixed. He didn't want all boys to be fixed; there wouldn't be any cocks for him to enjoy; but he was glad he had been.

Chapter 15: Ronnie Gets Fixed

My dad's have me fixed next week," said Ronnie. "That's the earliest he can get me scheduled. The vets, the ones fixing boys, were swamped by all the requests to have boys fixed. Already, a third of the boys at Tyler's school had been fixed. Even Jerry, his cock a shadow of its former self, had been fixed the week before.

Tyler's tits had grown enough that he wore a bra. his penis, still a bud -- sensitive, now that he'd learned that girls had clitorises -- was hidden in fold that he hoped would become a vagina. Tyler wanted to grow a vagina. He hoped the crease on his groin turned into one. Wouldn't it be great having two holes and get fucked in each of them? His pee hole had migrated down, so he could pee straight down into the bowl now.

"Shit," Tyler said, upon learning Ronnie was about to be fixed. Who would he get to fuck him, now? Jerry had already been fixed, and with a third of the boys already fixed, competition was increasing for those left with cocks and balls. Even the girls were putting out more readily now, hoping to get fucked while there was a boy that still had balls. If the trend continued, none would.

At least, no boy was being fixed before he reached puberty. No boy was being fixed until he reached the age Tyler had been when he was fixed, the younger ones taken to the vet, the day they were. Only some of the older ones, already older than Tyler when he'd been fixed, still had their balls. More and more of them were being fixed every day, though. Even adults like Tyler's dad were having themselves fixed.

"Well, let's fuck, while we can," Tyler said, pulling Ronnie on top of him, knowing that after next week, they couldn't. Once Ronnie was fixed he'd never have another erection. They'd still be friends, though, just as he and Alex were friends, but their relationship would change, since they'd both be fixed.

When Ronnie's day came, Tyler, wearing a dress, went along with him to the vet. No one, by looking at him, would know that Tyler had ever been a boy. Everyone, even his parents, called him Tiffany, not Tyler. The crease down the middle of his crotch had deepened, a narrow channel, an incipient vagina forming. He was becoming a girl. He thought of himself as a girl

"Does it hurt?" Ronnie asked as they waited along with other boys waiting to be fixed. He and Tyler -- Tiffany -- had fucked one last time that morning, each knowing it would be the last time they could.

"I was sore for a couple of days," said Tiffany, "but it didn't really hurt. The vet put me to sleep, but they don't anymore. They shoot up your balls, so you don't feel it when they cut them off. That way, they can get the boys in and out faster."

"Can she come in with me?" Ronnie asked, when the attendant came for him.

"As long as she wears a mask," the attendant said.

"I wish I could suck your cock one last time," Tiffany whispered to Ronnie, as they walked into the operating room."

"Shut up," Ronnie said, "You'll give me a hard on." Tiffany laughed.

Tiffany had helped Ronnie shave his crotch that morning before they'd fucked, each of them aroused by the sight of his smooth crotch. The attendant prepped him, smearing a brown liquid on his balls, then gave him several shots in and around his ball sac. After twenty minutes or so, in walked the vet, the same one that had fixed Tyler. He'd just come from another room, where he'd fixed another boy.

He poked Ronnie's balls with a pin. "Do you feel that?" he asked. Ronnie shook his head. "Let's get started, then." Ronnie held his hand out for Tiffany. She held it.

The vet, making an incision, high up on Ronnie's ball sac, popped out one of his balls, tied it off, then snipped it off with a small pair of scissors, placing it in a bowl, once he had. Then, he did the same to Ronnie's other ball. In little more than half an hour after he had begun, Ronnie, too, had been fixed. He walked out of the vet's office under his own steam; he walked a little gingerly, keeping his legs spread apart, but he walked out on his own, a little lighter now -- two balls lighter -- than he was when he walked in.

"You really don't mind being fixed?" he asked Tiffany -- although if he was looking for reassurance, it was too late; his balls were in a bottle in his pocket.

"I love it," said Tiffany. "I didn't want you to be, but that was because I wanted your cock. That was selfish of me. You'll like yourself much better without balls. I know I'm much happier without them."

"I don't know," said Robbie, "I never wanted to be a girl."

"I didn't either -- when I was a boy -- but I love being one now. Just wait, you'll see." They walked out, arm in arm, to where Ronnie's father waited for them in the car.

When Tiffany, Ronnie, Alex, and Jerry started high school the next fall, everyone used the same restrooms and dressing rooms. To enter high school, every boy had to be fixed first. Not one boy entering high school that fall had balls. Younger boys still had them. No boy was fixed until he was fourteen, the age Tyler had been when he'd been fixed. Everyone else, even the teachers, had been -- or were being -- fixed.

Tiffany had a new boy friend, a cute thirteen year-old. He had at least a year to go before he'd be fixed. Although he was almost three years younger than Tiffany, he had a nice cock, a good seven inches long, one that Tiffany took in both her holes. Of course, she had to share him with Alex, Robbie, and others. Any longer, there weren't enough cocks to go around.

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