New to Delaware, I was fourteen; I was over at Billy’s. He was twelve and lived across the street from me.

“My grandma said I shouldn’t hang around with you,” he said.

“Why?”

“She says you’re too old for me.” He touched my upper lip. “You’re growing a moustache. You ought to shave it off.”

I touched my upper lip, feeling the hair growing on it. I’d seen it every day I supposed, but I’d never noticed it. I guess the change had been too gradual. “Am I really?” I asked.

“You mean you didn’t know?”

I shook my head.

“Jeez,” he said. “Come into the bathroom.”

I went into the bathroom with him. It was if I were seeing it for the first time. My upper lip was almost black.

“You want to shave?” Billy asked. He handed me his Dad’s razor. I held it in my hand looking at it. I’d never shaved before, but I had seen my dad shave, and shaving isn’t rocket science.

“Wet your face.” When I had, he said, “Hold out your hand.” I did, and he squirted some shaving cream into it. I smeared it onto my lip and shaved for the first time.

“You got hair down there, don’t you?” He stared at my crotch. I felt my dick harden. I nodded. I don’t know why the question made my dick hard, but everything those days made my dick hard.

“Do you?” I asked.

“Not anymore.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I shave it off,” he said.

“Why?”

“It’s cool that way. I watched a fuck movie, and the guy in it had his pubes shaved. Girls think it’s cool if you’re shaved down there. Want me to shave you?”

“I – I don’t know.” For some reason the idea turned me on. My hard-on pressed against my shorts.

“You got a hard-on, don’t you?” he said. I nodded. “Do you jack off?”

I felt my face burn. I’d heard kids talk about jacking off, but I didn’t have a clue about how to do it. I had shaken my dick back and forth once, and it had got hard, but nothing had happened. I shook my head.

“Are you for real?” he said. “You really don’t jack off?”

“I don’t know how.”

“Fuck,” he said. “I’ve been jacking off for a year, and I’m only twelve. You’re fucking fourteen, and you’ve never jacked off? You really don’t know how?”

I shook my head again.

“You want me to show you?”

I nodded.

“If you let me shave you, I’ll show you how.”

“OK.”

He pulled down my shorts, grinning when he saw my hard dick. I pulled off my t-shirt and shoes, and sat naked in the bathtub. He turned the water on, but let it run down the drain. It ran far enough up the tub to wet my balls and my ass.

Billy splashed the water on my crotch, soaking my pubic hair. He hefted my balls in one hand. “You have big balls, but there’s too much hair on them. I’ll have to shave them, too.”

I looked down at my balls. They were covered with brown, curly, hair.

He squirted shaving cream into his hand and spread it on my balls and on my groin. I watched as he shaved above my dick. When I was smooth there, he shaved my balls. He nicked them a few times, “Ow!” I said each time, but I let him finish. The drain was covered with my pubic hair; without pubic hair, my dick and balls seemed bigger.

“Cool,” he said. “You want me to show you how to jack off?”

Staring at my dick, I nodded.

He wrapped his hand around my dick and began pumping it. Leaning against the back of the tub, I let him. “Oh, shit, shit, shit,” I said, when I came. I was fascinated by the white stuff spewing from my cock.

He milked my cock with the ends of his fingers and his thumb, squeezing out the last few drops. A line of cum stretched to my navel, pooling in it.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Billy said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Dry off, and we’ll go into my mom’s room and use her vibrator.

I had no idea what a vibrator was, but I followed him into his mother’s bedroom. I was naked, but he still had shorts and a t-shirt on.

I lay on his mother’s bed, while he held her vibrator against the underside of my dick right below the head. I came again and again.

It wasn’t until I was home that I realized I’d never seen him naked. He had jacked me off with his hand and with the vibrator, but he hadn’t even got naked with me.

I tried to imagine what he looked like down there. How big was his dick? Before he shaved it off, was his pubic hair blond like that on his head?

Waking the next morning with a hard-on, I jacked off. I realized it was the first time I had done it myself. Every other time, Billy had jacked me off with his hand or with the vibrator. I loved it when he used the vibrator.

When I had let Billy shave me, I had forgotten about P.E. We had to dress out for it and were expected to shower afterward. I looked around the locker room. None of the other guys had shaved off their pubic hair. I wondered if they thought it was cool.

I didn’t want to find out, so I changed, my crotch hidden by my locker door, and I didn’t shower afterward. It didn’t really matter, I guessed. School was out in a few days, and the hair would grow back over summer vacation.

Home from school, I searched my parent’s room for a vibrator, but couldn’t find one. I decided to go over to Billy’s to see if we could play with his mom’s again. I really liked that vibrator.

Besides, I wanted to see Billy naked. The idea of seeing his shaved crotch turned me on. I looked down at mine. Although I had been afraid for the guys in my P.E. class to see my denuded crotch, the sight of it turned me on.

Billy met me at the front door. “I thought you’d be back,” he said. “Come on in. Some of the guys are here.”

I was disappointed. I hadn’t come over to see any of the guys. I’d come over to visit with his mom’s vibrator.

One of the kids, Tim, a kid Billy’s age, who lived a couple of houses down from me, I knew. I’d gone to a campout in his back yard, and he’d told dirty jokes all night. That’s really where I’d first heard about jacking off and cock sucking. Kids in Delaware knew a lot more about sex than did the boys where I’d lived before.

“Hey,” said Tim.

“Hey,” I said.

The other two boys were older. They looked about sixteen. “I hear you shaved,” a tall kid with spiked blond hair said. My face burned. I looked at Billy. What had he told them?

“Hey, it’s cool,” said Billy, “We all shave. Now that you have, you can join our club.”

“Your club?” I said.

“You have to shave to join our club,” Billy said.

“Let’s see,” said the tall kid. “Take off your shorts.”

I hesitated. The idea of letting them see my shaved crotch turned me on. Even the idea of their seeing my hard dick turned me on, but I was also afraid they'd laugh at my hard-on. I'd never seen a hard dick on anyone else, and I didn't know how mine would compare.

“Take them off,” he said again. From the way he said it, the tone of his voice, the look in his eye, I knew either I was going to take them off, or he’d take them off for me.

I pulled down my shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Cool,” he said, when he saw my shaved crotch. No one commented on my hard dick. He grabbed my balls. He squeezed them. I winced. “You have big balls." Take off your shirt.” He held onto my balls while I pulled it off. He tugged on my underarm hair. “You have to shave this off, too.”

I learned later, his name was Luke. He was sixteen, as I’d guessed. Nick, the other older boy, was also sixteen. In the bathroom, Nick shaved my arm pits.

They also shaved my arms and legs. I noticed that none of them had hair on their arms or legs. I no longer had body hair. The only hair I had left was on my head.

“You got a bike?” Luke asked. He was obviously the leader.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Get it. We’re going over to my place.”

Luke lived a couple of miles away on the edge of town. They didn’t have a farm exactly, but there was a pasture with a barn out back. We went to the barn.

“Take your clothes off,” Luke told me, once we were in the barn. I did. When I was naked – I was the only one naked – Luke asked, “Have you ever had a blowjob?”

Before I could answer, Billy laughed. “I jacked him off for the first time yesterday. He didn’t even know how to jack off.”

“Sweet.” Luke turned to Tim. “Give him a blowjob.”

“Make Billy give him one,” said Tim. “I had to give Jared one. Jared, I learned later, was another new initiate to the club.

“Billy found him,” said Luke. “Do like I tell you.”

Luke had me lie on the floor, while Tim sucked my dick. I gasped when I felt his hot lips close around its head. I thought he’d suck on it – they call it cocksucking, after all – but he slid it in and out of his mouth. “I’m gonna shoot,” I warned him, expecting him to pull his mouth away, but he let me shoot into his mouth.

I looked up at the three standing around us. Billy grinned. Nick smiled, but Luke looked somber. “Do you swear on your life you’ll never tell anyone about our club or about what we do here?” he said.

I nodded. I could see that they wouldn't want it known that we jacked each other off and gave each other blowjobs; I supposed I'd have to give my fair share, but the thought of giving one turned me on. I wondered what it would be like to have Luke shoot into my mouth. I think I was already falling in love with him; Luke was - and still is - the most charismatic person I've ever known.

“Swear it; swear it on your life.”

“I swear it,” I said.

“On your life?” Luke said.

“On my life,” I said.

“Get it,” he said to Nick.

Nick came back in a minute. The device he held was over a foot long, had handles, looked like a giant pair of pliers with jaws that curved, meeting in a thin, horizontal line about two inches long. He handed it to Luke.

“Hold him down,” said Luke.

Nick sat down at my head, leaning over to hold down my arms. Tim and Billy each held on to one of my legs, spreading them apart. Luke knelt between my legs.

“What are you doing? What is that?” I said.

“It’s called a burdizzo,” said Luke. “I’m going to initiate you into the club.”

As he separated my balls, I said, “I don’t want to be in the club.”

“Too late,” said Luke. “You swore. If you back out, we’ll kill you. This isn’t all of us. You wouldn’t be the first kid we killed. If you tell on us, someone will kill you.”

One of my balls hung inside the curved jaws. He closed the handles, clamping the thin, steel, line of the top of the device on my ball sac above my ball.

I screamed. God, it hurt! The three boys held me down, as I squirmed. Luke kept the thing clamped on my ball sac above my right ball. After several minutes, he released it, only to clamp it down again above the same ball a little lower down.

“No! Please don’t,” I said, when he released it after several minutes only to separate out my other ball. After positioning the thing above my left ball, he clamped it down. I must have passed out. The next I knew, I was lying on the floor with a bag of ice on my balls. They hurt like hell, like someone had stomped on them. Two dark, red, lines were across the top of each side of my ball sac. A little blood oozed from them.

“If you’re lucky,” said Luke, “we’ll only have to do it once. We had to do poor Billy’s right ball twice. I think I did a good job on you, so you’ll probably be OK. Keep ice on your balls and take some Advil or something. Your balls are going to be sore as hell for a few days. You might want to stay home from school tomorrow. Remember, you don’t tell anybody about our club or about what we do to our members.”

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

“It’s part of the rites,” said Luke. “It’s part of the initiation. All of us have had it done.”

“Someone did it to you?” I asked.

“I did it to myself,” said Luke; then I did it to Nick. We started the club.”

I looked at Luke with new appreciation. As much as it had hurt, how could anyone do it to himself?

I moved the ice to look at my balls. My ball sac was swollen. It still hurt like hell, but the ice helped. “What’s going to happen to my balls?” I asked.

“They’re going to die,” said Luke. “If I did it right, they’re going to die, and they’ll probably shrink up. Here, look at mine.”

He pulled down his shorts. His dick was small and soft. I could see the thin line of a scar across the top of his ball sac, which was small and tight against his dick. He knelt beside me. “Feel,” he said.

I felt his balls inside their sac. They were small and hard.

“Why did you do it?” I asked.

“I never wanted them,” said Luke. “Boys are better off without them. All you think about when you have balls is jacking off and fucking. You’ll be better off without yours.”

Luke borrowed the pickup from his dad; he had a driver’s license. He threw Billy’s bike and mine in the back and drove us home, dropping us off down the block from our houses. “If it gets too bad, and you have to go to the hospital or something, you did it to yourself. That’s what all of us will say, if anyone asks. You’re a member of the club, now, and once a member, always a member.”

I told Mom I was sick at my stomach, and since I went into the bathroom and threw up, she believed me. I asked her for an ice bag for my head, and soon as she shut my door, I moved the bag from my head to my balls. That and the Advil helped and I was finally able to sleep. I stayed home from school the next two days, Thursday and Friday.

Billy came over Thursday after school. He walked in without knocking. “I didn’t knock,” he said. “I didn’t figure you’d feel like answering the door. He pulled down the covers and picked up the ice bag off my balls. All the ice had melted. “I’ll get you some more ice. You want some Advil?”

“Yeah,” I said. I don’t know why I was being nice to him; I don’t know why I was even talking to him; because of him, I’d probably lost my balls.

“Are they sore?” he asked when he had returned with the ice bag and the Advil. He handed me my water, which was on my nightstand.

I popped the two Advil into my mouth and took a sip of water, washing them down. “What do you think?” I said.

“I think they’re sore,” he said. He examined my ball sac. “He did a good job. He got two good clamps on each side. He probably won’t have to do it again.”

“He’s not doing it again.”

“He will, if he needs to,” Billy said. “You don’t know Luke. Nobody crosses Luke. He makes a good friend, but he makes a very bad enemy. You don’t want him as an enemy.”

“Why did you do it?” I asked. “Why did you trick me? I thought you were my friend.”

“I am,” said Billy. “You needed it. Luke is right. Boys are better off without balls. I’m glad I no longer have them.”

“You really don’t have balls?” I asked.

“I got balls, but they don’t work,” Billy said. He pulled down his shorts. “Feel.” He leaned over, putting his ball sac within my reach. I felt his balls. “Squeeze them.” I did. They felt hollow. “Squeeze harder.” I pinched one of his balls so hard I could feel my fingers touch. “It doesn’t hurt at all,” he said. “They’re dead.

I looked at his dick. It hung, small and limp. I picked it up. “Does it ever get hard?” I asked. “Do you ever jack off?”

“I can get it kinda hard, if I use the vibrator on it,” said Billy, “but I can’t cum or nothin. I can’t even keep it hard, and I get bored with it after awhile. I can’t shoot or nothin.”

“I liked jacking off,” I said.

“I used to like it, too,” said Billy. “I liked it too much. I spent all my time jacking off. It’s all I thought about. I almost never think about it anymore. Sometimes, I’ll use the vibrator just to see if I can, but I can’t never cum. I might try it once or twice a month at the most. I used to jack off three or four times a day. Trust me; you’re better off without balls. All boys would be.”

“How many boys are in the club?” I asked.

“You’re number seventeen,” said Billy.

“When do I meet them?”

“After you’ve helped us clamp a new member,” said Billy. You have to bring someone in to become a full member. You were my ticket.”

“I was your ticket?”

“Yeah, I was initiated about three months ago, and I had to bring in a new member. You were it.”

“Is that the only reason you wanted me to join?”

“No, I like you, and I could see you needed us. You needed to be castrated before you got to like it too much.”

“Why did you show me how good it felt to jack off first?” I said. “Maybe I wouldn’t miss it, if I’d never jacked off.”

“We had to show you how easily sex could mess up your thinking. If not for sex, do you think you would have been lying on the floor of Luke’s barn naked? It was sex that got you to swear an oath without knowing what it would cost you. Well – sex cost you your balls, and without them, you won’t care about sex. I don’t.”

I looked down. My dick was hard. “How come my dick’s hard, if my balls are dead?”

“Luke says your balls make testosterone or something like that. It’s what makes your dick hard and makes you grow hair down there and such. If your balls are dead, they stop making it, and after awhile, you won’t get hard or cum. You’ll probably jack off some during the next month or so.”

I looked at my shaved crotch. “Will I stop growing hair down there?”

“No,” said Billy, “but Luke makes us pull it out. That way, when it grows back it’s not so thick.”

“Fuck! That would hurt.”

“After you do it a few times, it doesn’t hurt so much, and it takes a long time for it to grow back.” He stared at my hard dick. “Do you want me to jack you off, or are your balls too sore?”

“Go get the vibrator,” I said. He grinned and left to get it.

He used the vibrator on me, and I came, but it made my balls hurt, so we only did it once.

“Did Luke really do himself?” I asked.

“Yeah,” said Billy.

“Why? Why did he want to kill his balls?”

Billy shrugged. “He said in a way it was his dad’s idea. His dad was always threatening to use the burdizzo on him when he was a little kid, so one day, Luke used it on himself. He did his little brother, too.”

“His little brother?”

“Yeah,” said Billy. “He’s cool. Luke did him when he was ten. His dick never grew or nothing, and he’s got no hair, even though he’s twelve, now. It’s like he ain’t got no balls at all. His ball sac’s all shrunk up.

“Does Luke’s dad know he did his brother?”

“Yeah, he’s cool with it. He’s glad Luke did it to both himself and to his brother.”

I looked down at my swollen ball sac. “Do you really think I’ll like not having balls?”

“Sure,” said Billy. “I didn’t think I’d like it at first either, but it’s cool.”

Luke came over on Friday. He checked out my balls. “Looks good,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll have to do you again. Are you cool with it?”

“Would it matter if I wasn’t?”

“No,” he said, “but it’s better if you’re cool with it.”

I shrugged. “They hurt, but I’m kinda cool with it. It kinda turns me on to think that they’re gonna die.”

He grinned, possibly the first time I’d seen him grin. “Weird, isn’t it? Guys get turned on by the thought of losing their balls. That used to be my jack off fantasy. I’d think about doing my balls, get hard, and jack off.”

“Do you jack off, now?” I asked.

He shook his head, “Nah.”

“It’s gonna be weird not having balls,” I said.

He laughed. “You just started jacking off. You needed to be castrated before you got hooked on it.”

“Jacking off feels good,” I said.

“So do drugs, they say, but they can kill you. Sex can kill you, too. Look at all the people that die from AIDS and shit.”

“But you guys have sex. Tim sucked my cock.”

“We don’t have sex; we perform sex acts on guys like you that have never really had sex. It works; it gets you to join. If you were out fucking everybody, we’d never invited you into the club.”

“Did you really do your little brother?”

“Yeah,” said Luke, “I wish we could get more little kids before they start puberty, but it’s too risky. He turned out real good. He won’t never go through puberty. I wish I’d had the guts to do myself before I had.”

He touched my ball sac. It was hard and round from the swelling. “Yeah, I think you’re gonna be OK. I’ll check up on you in a couple of days. Keep ice on your balls until then.”

I watched as Luke left my room. It had hurt like hell when he used the burdizzo on me; he had most likely killed my balls. I should be pissed at him; I should hate him; but I didn’t.

I should hate Billy; he’s the one that got me into the club; but I didn’t. In a way, we were special. We weren’t like other boys. Our balls were dead.

I went to school on Monday, but I didn’t dress out for P.E. I told the coach I was still kinda sick. On Tuesday, school let out for the summer.

A month into summer vacation, I was still jacking off, but I wasn’t doing it every day. It still felt good, and I could still shoot, but sometimes I’d just forget to do it.

My balls were dead. I could squeeze them without it hurting. They felt kind of squishy.

Billy came over one day. “Luke wants you to come over,” he said. “We’re initiating another guy, and Luke wants you to be there.” We rode our bikes over to Luke’s.

I knew the kid. It was Mike Brown, a kid in the same grade I was. We’d had a couple of classes together. He was naked and shaved. Without hair around it, his hard dick looked huge. I’d seen him naked in the showers, but I’d never seen him when his dick was hard.

“You’re in the club, Sam?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s cool.”

Mike took the oath.

“You want a blowjob, Mike?” Luke asked. “Sam will give you one.”

Mike looked at me and grinned. “Yeah, sure.”

“Me?” I said. “I don’t know how.”

“You’ll figure it out,” said Luke.

Mike lay down on the floor. I knelt over him, taking his dick into my mouth. My dick was hard.

I could smell the sweat on his balls. His dick was a little salty. Remembering how Tim had sucked my dick, I let his slid in and out of my mouth.

I felt Mike’s cock expand; his hot spunk shot into my mouth. I gagged a little at the taste of it, but I swallowed it.

Nick brought the burdizzo. “What’s that?” Mike asked.

Billy, Nick, and me held Mike down while Luke clamped his balls. He screamed just like I had.

Luke drove him home. I went along. “Stay with him for awhile,” Luke told me. “See that he keeps ice on them.”

After Luke left, Mike lay on the bed with an ice bag on his swollen balls. “Does it hurt?” I asked, even though I knew what his answer would be.

“Hell, yes, it hurts,” said Mike. “Why did he do it?”

“Boys are better off without balls,” I said. I don't know that I was yet convinced boys were better off without balls, but I repeated what I'd been told.

“Did he do yours?”

“Yeah.”

“When?” asked Mike.

“Right before school was out.”

“Did it really kill your balls?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I pulled down my shorts and let him feel my balls. “Squeeze them,” I said. He did.

“They’re kind of squishy,” he said. “It doesn’t hurt for me to squeeze them?”

“Nah, they’re dead for sure.”

“And you’re cool with it?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s kinda cool to be different. Luke says we’re family, now. We’ll never have kids, since our balls are dead; we’ll just have each other. He says we’ll always look out for each other.”

“How many guys are in the club?”

“You’re number eighteen,” I said. “I’m number seventeen.”

“Who are the other guys?” he asked.

“I don’t know all of them. I don’t get to meet them until I bring a boy into the club, and even if I knew, I couldn’t tell you. Only Luke can do that. Are you going to tell anyone about what happened?”

He looked away. I saw tears run down his cheeks. “I don’t know. Why did he have to kill my balls?”

I lay down on the bed beside him, putting my arm around him. “It’s cool, Man,” I said. “I’m glad he killed mine. After awhile, you won’t miss jacking off.”

Already, I didn’t feel the need to jack off I had at first.

By the time school started, I seldom jacked off. My mind would tell me I should, and I’d start, but my body would say, “Why are you doing this?” and I’d stop.

When I did cum, I’d only shoot a few drops of mostly clear stuff. I could still get my dick hard, but it never got hard by itself.

Luke had done three more boys over the summer. I’d only been there for one of them, a kid a year younger than I was. There were twenty-one of us, now; but I hadn’t yet met all of them. I’d have to bring in a new member first.

Josh Lipshitz wasn’t popular. He was teased because of his last name. “Hey, Lip-shits,” guys would say. “What’s that brown stuff on your lip?” Also, he was thought to be gay.

Whether a guy was gay or not wasn’t important to me. I knew most guys my age fooled around, jacking off and such. I had sucked Mike’s cock the day of his castration, and I had sucked it since to keep him in line, to make him glad he was part of the club. He had since helped clamp a new member, so he was gold. We no longer had to worry about him.

“Hi, Josh,” I said, when I saw him after school. He was in my P.E. class. He and the other guys knew I had no body hair, but neither did Mike Brown or Jarrell Smothers, another boy in our club. A couple of other, boys not yet in our club – but prospects I thought – also shaved.

Most of us had seen porn flicks on the Internet; in them main guy was often shaved, and it wasn’t thought any more weird than the piercings some of the guys had. One guy in my P.E. class even had his nipples pierced.

No one knew I’d been castrated. I still had balls, although they were smaller. What guy goes around measuring another guy’s balls? I think my dick had shrunk. It never got hard anymore. Its head usually stayed hidden beneath my foreskin.

Luke was right. I didn’t miss jacking off. I was glad he’d castrated me. I honestly thought all boys should be.

Oh, I know all boys couldn’t be castrated – the human race would die out – but most could be. It was the goal of our club to castrate as many as we could.

Luke had a dream. “Up with eunuchs; eunuch power,” he often said. “One day we’ll be powerful enough to go public. Someday, perhaps a eunuch will be President.”

If one could become President, I thought, it would be Luke. It was his dream, after all. He was the first eunuch in our club, and he’d had the strength to castrate himself. I could have never done myself.

“You want to come over?” I asked Josh.

He looked surprised. “Over to your house?”

“Yeah, we could play videogames or something. I empathized something.

“You want to go into my room?” I said, once we were at my house.

“Sure,” he said.

I pushed him onto my bed, bent down, undid his jeans, and pulled them down past his knees along with his shorts.

He had curly, brown, pubic hair, much like mine had been. His dick, not five inches long, was hard. Leaning over, I took the head of it into my mouth. He came, shooting into my mouth.

He was raised up on his elbows, watching me. Running my hand through his pubic hair, I looked up at him and grinned. “If you want a real blowjob, you’re gonna have to let me shave you.”

“OK,” he said.

We went into the bathroom, and I shaved off all his body hair, the hair on and under his arms, the hair on his legs, and his pubic hair, of course. Afterward, back in my bedroom, I blew him again and jacked him off four or five times.

He wanted to blow me, but I said it was his day. He could blow me some other time.

“You want to join our club?” I asked. “Mike Brown, Jarrell Smothers, and a bunch of other guys are in it.”

“Sure,” he said.

I knew he would. Unpopular, he was lonely; I was sure of that. “Come over tomorrow, and I’ll take you to meet some of the other guys. You’ll have to swear an oath. It’s a secret club, and if you join, you’re in it for life, but you’ll always have friends. We look out for one another. You sure you want to join?”

“Yeah,” he said. I could detect the eagerness in his voice.

He would be a good prospect. Although he wasn’t popular, he was the smartest kid in our class. He was just what we needed.

Luke picked us up the next day and drove us to his place. Mike Brown, Jarrell Smothers, Nick, and Ron Engels, a twelve year-old participating in his first clamping – other than his own – were there.

Josh swore his oath; Ron gave him a blowjob – part of the ritual – and we held him down while Luke castrated him with the burdizzo.

We took him home afterward, and I stayed with him for awhile.

“Are you cool with it?” I asked.

“He did you, too?” he asked.

“He did all of us,” I said. “None of us have balls that work.”

“It means I’m a member of the club? I’m really a member? I can’t be kicked out or anything?”

“You’re a member for life,” I said. “We’ll look out for you. Anybody that picks on you will have to deal with us.”

Luke and Nick had kicked the shit out of a kid that had messed with one of our members.

“I’m cool with it,” he said.

“Cool. You’ll like being a eunuch. You won’t miss jacking off after a while.

He lifted the ice bag off his swollen ball sac. “They won’t hurt so much tomorrow,” I said. “Keep ice on them. Take some Advil or something.”

“OK,” he said.

I left, confident he was going to be OK. I was now a full member of the club. I had brought in a new member. A boy had been castrated because of me. I was quite proud of myself.

Before the school year was out, I had brought in three more members. With the boys brought in by other members, our membership had grown to forty-three. Nine guys in my P.E. class no longer had pubic hair or balls that worked. Several others had taken to shaving off their body hair. We had started a trend in that respect.

Epilog:

By the time I was a senior, all in my P.E. class except for a few guys shaved, and more than half of them had been clamped.

Luke and Nick were away at college, where they were initiating new members. He had taken the burdizzo with him, but I had bought a new one on Ebay. We still used Luke’s barn – his dad was cool with it – but I was the one that clamped the kids’ balls. I was good at it, if I say so myself. I seldom had to clamp a kid a second time.

I think by that time, most guys at school knew we’d been castrated. I still had balls, but they were obviously smaller than they should have been, and the head of my dick always stayed hidden beneath my foreskin. None of us went out with girls, not even for show.

Having so many of the junior and senior boys castrated – probably about half – ruined the football program at our school. Some of us played sports, but none of us played football or sports that required a lot of muscle.

After I’d been castrated for about a year, my parents had noticed the change in me – in many ways, I was shaped more like a girl than a boy – and had taken me – over my protests – to a doctor.

“What happened?” he asked me. He didn’t need to do tests to tell my balls were dead. The lines where Luke had clamped my balls had pretty much disappeared.

“I don’t know,” I said.

He told my parents I was effectively castrated and recommended counseling, but I refused to go, and after a while, my parents accepted that they’d never have grandchildren.

We still clamped younger kids, no younger than twelve usually, kids brought in by our younger members or brothers of some of our older members.

A few parents, convinced by the positive changes castration brought about in their older kids, brought over some of their younger, prepubescent, kids. I clamped a couple of eight year-olds. They would never go through puberty.

When I went away to college, I passed along the burdizzo to a younger member.

In college, I recruited some med students. They surgically castrated one another and removed my dead balls. From then on, when we recruited a new member, we surgically castrated him.

By the time I graduated, we had hundreds of members at the college I attended and three quarters of the boys over the age of twelve back home in Delaware had been castrated.

Of course, it’s impossible to keep secret that so many boys have been castrated, but after a couple that talked too much disappeared – we won’t go into what happened to them - the rest of our members kept their oath.

We became a power in politics and in business. Our members were always given preferential treatment in any business deal, and none of us ever voted for anyone that wasn’t a member.

By the time he was thirty, Luke was elected to the U.S. Senate. In my home town - that’s how I thought of the town where I’d lost my balls – the mayor, the police chief, and all the town cops, were eunuchs and members of our club.

When a new boy was recruited, he was taken to one of our doctor members, who did little other than to castrate kids. The burdizzo, as successful as we’d been with it, was too crude an instrument. One of our doctors could have a kid’s balls off and have him stitched up in thirty or forty minutes.

Many parents, realizing that having their son castrated, would ensure his success, brought their prepubescent kids to us. Instead of circumcisions, some of our doctors were performing castrations on newborns. Many of the fathers had themselves castrated.

We took care of our own, and everyone knew it.

At forty, after ten years in the Senate, Luke was elected President.

Laws were passed allowing any parents to have their son castrated, but we no longer allowed just any eunuch to join. Only the best became members of our club. Most parents had their boys castrated in hopes they would be accepted.

Bigamy laws were repealed, allowing a man to have more than one wife. Three quarters of all males were castrated, and the rest became little other than subsidized breeders.

I was a successful businessman, perhaps the first eunuch billionaire. I had the ear of the President. The 22nd Amendment had been repealed before Luke was elected to the Presidency, and he was in his fourth term as President.

The day he’d clamped my balls in that barn was a turning point in my life. As far as I was concerned, that was the day I’d been born. It was the day I celebrated as my birthday.