Sky's dad was out of town on a business trip but I did get to meet Sky's mom and his little brother. Sky and nine year Kipp clearly had the same birth father. They looked almost exactly alike, except that Kipp was smaller and had an authentic boy bulge in his pants. In other words, Kipp was still male. But for how long? Kipp looked me over, smiled, and said, "Hi Max, Sky tells me you're a eunuch. Is that true?" Wow, the little guy didn't beat around the bush.

"Kipp," his mother admonished him, "That's not a very polite thing to ask someone on first meeting. How would you like it if someone asked you that? Max might be sensitive." I should add that Kipp's mom was a total babe. How a woman like that could be happy married to a eunuch I couldn't imagine. And how was Sky's dad able to sit by and watch as some other guy put it in her and impregnated her not once but twice was beyond me. He wanted to be there at the moment his boys were conceived, or so I was told. It all sounded pretty crazy.

"Mom, why is it so impolite to ask?" Kipp wanted to know. "My turn will be coming soon and so I'd like to know about these things."

"You'll be castrated a whole lot sooner than you think if you don't behave yourself young man," his mom said and Kipp made sort of a funny face. Clearly this wasn't your everyday sort of family. The networks never made sitcoms about people like this.

"It's okay Mrs. McBride," I said. "I don't mind talking about being a eunuch. In fact it's sort of refreshing really. It's something we never talk about at my house."

"You don't talk about castration at home?" Kipp asked. "But you have been, haven't you?"

"Yes, Kipp," I said. "I'm a eunuch, but it's something we don't talk about. It's not like I ever say, 'Please pass the sugar and thank you for making me a nullo.' But if you'd like to talk let's talk. I have nothing to hide How do you feel about castration?"

"I'm a little scared to tell the truth," the boy admitted. "I guess most boys are."

"Do you want to lose your dick?" I asked pressing the point.

"Well not really," he said. "It's my dick after all and I think I'd like to keep it. But I'm not sure that I can be trusted to keep it. I don't want to get Aids or some other disease you get from doing it. I don't want a baby that I can't afford to care for. I don't want to have a girlfriend who might die during an illegal abortion. I don't want to lose all control of myself and rape a little girl or a little boy and then spend the rest of my life in jail. When you think about what might happen with a dick I guess going without one really so bad."

"In defense of the people who appose preteen castration, those things don't happen very often," I said.

"Just read the news Max. Those things happen everyday," Kipp corrected me. "I think I'd rather have my life, my freedom and my piece of mind than have a dick," he added.

"Maybe so," I admitted. "But aren't you bothered that castration is going to limit your sexual abilities?" I asked Kipp. "I know it bothers me."

"You shouldn't be upset about being a nullo Max," Kipp said. "People can go crazy when their sex drives spin out of control," the little guy explained. "That's a very bad thing for any guy or girl. Sex can, and does, tear families apart. My mom had a clitoridectomy. That's the removal of her clitoris. It was done so she wouldn't go out looking for boyfriends. She also had a labaplasty. That was done to make her look better for my dad. My dad is a nullo and he's happy. Castration isn't fun but it will help me be good. It will stop me from doing things I shouldn't be doing. I'll be glad when it's all over and I'm a nullo and smooth. And if I ever have boys of my own I'll have them made into eunuchs as well."

"Kipp, you are one crazy little dude," I said wondering who Kipp was trying to convince, me or himself.

But Kipp did not take offense. "Who did you?" he asked.

"You want the name of the doctor who castrated me?" I asked. "Geez I don't remember. I was eight at the time and I don't even remember him saying all that much."

"I'm going to be castrated by Dr. Water Freeman," Kipp supplied. "He's really nice. Last week he took me hiking and camping in Yosemite. He invited Sky along too but Sky couldn't make it."

"You already know the doctor who is going to cut you and he takes you hiking?" I asked in disbelief. "That's really weird."

"What's so weird about it?" Kipp wanted to know. "Dr. Freeman is very interested in the boys he treats. He wants to get to know them before the operation and he likes to keep seeing them afterwards. He gelded Sky you know and every year he sends Sky a birthday card and asks him how he is feeling."

My mind was doing back flips.

Later that evening when I was alone with Sky as we were rolling out our sleeping bags in his attic I said, "Tell me about this Dr. Freeman, the guy who fixed you. Did he really take you hiking before he unmanned you?"

"Sure he did," Sky replied sitting down cross legged on his sleeping bag. "Dr. Freeman is a big believer in the therapeutic benefits of preadolescence castration. He wants to prove to the world that turning your ten year old into a eunuch is a smart thing to do and that the stigma castration carries is unfounded. The boys he's cut are all part of his case studies. He's collecting data on us to prove that emasculation was good for us and that we are better off as eunuchs."

"Wow," I said.

"For a year or so before he neutered me I saw Dr. Freeman once every few weeks," Sky continued. "It wasn't at his office or anything. It was sort of like he was dating me, or being my big brother. He'd take me out to a ball game or to a movie. He taught me how to make home made fishing lures and how to use them to catch fish. They really worked! I caught a lot of fish. If you want to know the truth I really enjoyed seeing him. I had fun with him."

"But why was he so good to you?" I asked. "What did he want? Did he ever try doing anything with you? Did he ever try to feel you up?"

"No, it was not like that," Sky said. "Freeman was always a complete professional. He never tried any funny stuff, although if he had I wouldn't have resisted, I liked him that much. He didn't have to do anything like that to get his thrills. Freeman had other ways of getting turned on."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Max, Imagine for a moment that you are a man. Imagine you are taking a boy out to a ball game, or to a movie, knowing that someday soon you are going to fix that boy so he will never fuck or beat off ever again. Maybe you've grown to love the boy and maybe that boy loves you back. Maybe-when the time comes to make him a eunuch-the boy cries and begs you to leave him whole. But even so you go right ahead and claim his little prick for your growing collection of little boy dicks."

"I don't understand," I said.

"I think Dr. Freeman is really into castration. I think that just the though that he was going to take my boyhood got him hard. I think he has a fetish for cutting little boys, little boys like I was and like Kipp is. Some men are like that. Castrating boys gives them a feeling of power. But Dr. Freeman doesn't get that many boys to cut, maybe only five or six each year. So he has to make each one count. When he spent time with me I think he was really enjoying the anticipation. He knew that I had a little dick and balls dangling between my legs. He also knew that it was he who was going to take them and have them preserved, a part of me he would own forever. I think the ball games and the fishing trips were like foreplay for Freeman. When the big day finely did come and he castrated me he enjoyed it all the more because he wasn't castrating just any boy. He enjoyed it because he was castrating a boy he loved and who loved him back."

"You loved him?" I asked.

"Sure I did, he was nice. But I don't love him anymore."

"Why not?" I asked. "What did he do to you?"

"You mean besides castrating me?" Sky asked. "Freeman was really happy with the way I adjusted to my new state and with the way I looked-you know-down there. He wanted to show me off to other doctors who were unconvinced about castration and also to parents who were toying with the idea of sending their boys to him for "the treatment". He would take me to fancy parties and introduce me to all sorts of people who wanted to meet a real live preadolescence eunuch. One lady pinched my cheek and told me that I was even more gorgeous in person than I was in pictures. I didn't know what she was talking about and I said so. Then I learned that Freeman had shown her, and all the other people at the party, photos of me. They were before and after pictures and in those pictures I was naked. All those people had seen me naked and you know what, Freeman was proud of the smooth crotch he had given me. He was using me to drum up business and get more boys to cut. Even though I was dressed at the party I felt naked. I knew Freeman wanted me naked to show off his handiwork. I felt so used. After that I stopped seeing Freeman."

I watched in silent anticipation as Sky slowly undressed. I had felt him up, once, but I had never seen him-or any other nullo-naked before. His body was as beautiful as his face. Lean and muscular. With only his underwear on he turned to face me. He had a shy little smile as if he still hadn't made up his mind as to whether he was going to show me or not. Time seemed to stand still. I was overwhelmed by emotions I didn't really understand and feelings I could not explain or control. At last Sky pulled down his undershorts and his clean smooth crotch came into view. I gasped for breath. Sky was sexless and yet profoundly sexy. He was innocent and yet knowingly wicked. He had been "made safe" and yet he seemed quite dangerous. Sky was without gender but even so there seemed to be a wild boy buried not far below the surface. The castrator's knife had clamed his genitals but Sky had not been tamed. The wildness of a boy still burned with in him. Although he had been humbled and disabled on Freeman's table, Sky had discover a new sort of power and a new sort of sexuality.

The next thing I remember Sky was on top of me. We were rolling on the floor and he was pulling at my clothes with a savage abandon. Soon I was as naked as the day I was born. I was as naked as he was. He was kissing me and touching me all over; everywhere. He licked me where by dick had once hung. I would never have believed that a eunuch could display such unbridled lust. If he had been allowed to keep his dick there is no question that would be forcing it into my most intimate place with, or without, my consent. If Sky had been "calmed" by his operation I'd hate to think what he would have been like if he had been left a male.

It was ecstasy, but at the same time it was agony. I wanted Sky to claim me completely and make me his, but although the spirit was willing the body was unable. Sky didn't have what he needed to finnish the act. I realized that some other man-or boy-would soon take me to that place that Sky could not.

Even so, it was wonderful. After a while we collapsed into each others arms, our straight was spent. But it felt so good to be so close to Sky and to feel his young eunuch's body pressed to mine.

After a while Sky said, "Max can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I replied. "We just got as close to fucking as is possible for two eunuchs. You can ask me anything."

"Max," he said as it he was afraid to ask. "Have you ever touched a man's penis?"

"Have you Sky?" I asked.

"No," he replied and he sounded very sad. "I've never had the chance."

"A beautiful kid like you and you never had the chance to touch a man?" I said, "If you wanted to it would be easy. Lots of guys would be only to happy to have you touch their dicks."

"Yeah, I guess so," Sky said. "But I'm scared. I mean what if the man wants to do other stuff to me and I couldn't stop him. What then? I'd like to be raped someday, but I don't think I'm ready for it yet. I'm afraid it will hurt. I hear some men like to make it hurt, you know, just to show the kid they're the boss."

"So I wasn't enough for you?" I said teasingly. "You are still hungry? You are a penis hungry nullo."

"I didn't mean it like that at all. You're great Max, really you are. It's just that as eunuchs it's only natural that we be curious about men. I mean wouldn't you like to examine a man's penis up-close but at the same time know you are safe when you do so?"

"I've held a man's penis," I said, "and I took it in my mouth.

"Really," Sky asked. "Who's?"

"Grant's," I replied.

"Grant, oh man are you serious. He's so hot! What was it like?"

"It wasn't what you think. It wasn't sexual. I was crying at the time."

"What?" Sky asked. "You were crying? Why?"

"Grant spanks me, and Cody too, once ever two weeks."

"He spanks you? Why?"

"Because it's good for me," I said. "It's good for me to feel the straight of a man. It's good for me to be reminded that there are rules I must fallow. It's my maintenance discipline."

"But isn't being spanked humiliating?" Sky asked.

"Sure it is," I answered. "But it's also sort of empowering when you know you can take it. Last monday Cody and I had been stripped and spanked to tears and beyond. At the time neither one of us was feeling very sexy. But after Grant released us from our restraints we got down on our knees and took turns sucking him off. We did it to thank Grant for loving us enough to spank us. We did it to show Grant that he was dominate and we were submissive. We did it to show Grant how grateful we were for our discipline. We did it to show Grant he had broken us."

"Wow, and what did Grant do then?" Sky asked.

"He told is that he loved us both and he was very proud of how brave we were. He called Cody's mom and sister to come and give us our after care."

"Why didn't you ask Grant to fuck you?" Sky wanted to know. "I'll bet he would have if you asked and I'll bet he would be gentle."

"Cody and I felt like we had third degree sunburns on our butts," I explained. "The last thing either one of us wanted was more pounding back there. We were ready for comfort and for bed."

"Max," Sky said, "do you think Grant might be willing to spank me?"

(To be continued)