After the meeting, we went back to the motor home, but Joshua stopped me at the door. “Why don’t you stay out for a while; take a walk; think about what you heard in the meeting. The brothers and I have something to discuss.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d kicked me out when they had something to discuss. I probably knew more already than he wanted me to know. I had overheard some of the brothers talking. Sometimes, they forgot I was around, or because I was always around, they forgot I wasn’t supposed to know everything they knew.

They were planning something. I wasn’t sure exactly what, but if what they hinted at was real, big changes in the Church were about to occur, and I didn’t think they were to come about peacefully. Joshua might be the second coming of Christ, but he wasn’t one to turn his cheek or one to love his enemies.

Did I believe he was Christ? Hell, a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t believe in God or the first Jesus. I still wasn’t sure I did, and I had a hard time believing a kid my age was Christ – although Joshua was special. When I was around him, I was ready to believe anything. It was only when we were apart that I began to doubt.

In the doorway of the motor home, Andrew smiled and waved at me. He was naked, of course. Unless the day was cold, he - like the other nullos - always was. God! He was cute - and so fucking hot. Just looking at him made my dick hard.

I know - I know; I'd promised myself during the meeting that I wouldn't jack off, but I hadn't jacked off all day, and my dick was screaming at me, "Touch me; caress me," and my will power wasn't strong enough for me to resist.

I knew when I made the fucking promise I wouldn't be able to keep it. Joshua was right: as long as I had my dick and balls, I was a slave to them. But...Goddamn, it felt so good to jack off. I could only imagine how good it would feel to fuck.

Goddamn, Andrew had a cute ass. On occasion, I'd seen his pink hole. I could almost shoot just thinking about filling it with my dick.

I walked to the barn; it was empty and dark, except that the stage was lit by moonlight coming through an open door in the loft. Walking onto the stage, I stripped, standing on it naked, as Joshua had, except I had a dick, a hard dick, sticking straight out from me, and two balls, each as big as a small egg, hanging from it.

I said into the darkness, "This is how a real boy looks. A real boy has a dick. A real boy has balls." I began pumping my dick.

I heard clapping; someone was fucking clapping. As I dropped my dick and reached down to grab my clothes, a girl walked out of the shadows.

She looked about my age or maybe a little older; and she had clothes and tits, so she wasn't one of those freaks that had her tits cut off. I could understand why a boy might have his dick and balls cut off: he was a slave to them; but I couldn't fathom a reason for cutting off a girl's tits.

As I stepped into my jeans, she said, "Don't. I want to look. It's been forever since I've seen a real boy."

Shocked, I hesitated, one leg into my jeans. What was she doing here, if she wasn't a member of the Church? Every Church member I'd met, until now, was shocked that I still had dick and balls. Yet, she had called me a "real boy," like I was normal and the others, the nullos, weren't.

The sudden fright of hearing her clap had taken the starch out of my dick, and it had sagged, but it began to stiffen and rise. I dropped one hand to cover it.

Stepping onto the stage, she walked up to me. I stood, one leg into my jeans, one hand holding my jeans, the other hand covering my dick. She pulled my hand away from my dick. The touch of her hand on my skin was electric. As I looked down, my dick jerked up and down.

No one had seen me naked since that day Joshua had shown me to his brothers; and she wasn't throwing up, as they had.

"It's big," she said. "I don't think I've ever seen one that big."

I dropped my jeans. They gathered around my ankle. "You've seen one before?" I asked.

"Yeah, not for a couple of years, not since my dad joined the fucking Nutters, not since we moved here from California, but I've seen one before. I had a boyfriend when we lived there. We fooled around. We even did it a couple of times."

"You fucked him?" I asked.

She nodded. "He wasn't as big as you, though. He was older than you, but his thing wasn't as big. How old are you?"

"Fifteen," I said

"You're big - well, down there, anyway - for a fifteen year-old. My boyfriend was eighteen, and he wasn't nearly so big."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Seventeen," she said.

"Don't you believe?"

"In the fucking Church?"

"Yeah?" I said.

"Do I believe fucking Joshua or fucking Gillis is the second coming of Christ, that this is the End of Times, that all boys should have their dicks and balls cut off?"

"Yeah," I said. "I thought all of you believed one or the other."

"My dad believes it; and I guess my brothers do. If they don't, they lost their dicks and balls for nothing. My younger brother had his cut off before he knew what they were for, but my older brother was fourteen, and he was jacking off. I walked in on him once and caught him doing it in the bathroom. That was before we moved here. Right after we arrived, both my brothers were neutered."

"Why weren't you?" I asked.

"You mean why didn't they cut off my tits, clit, and sew up my vagina?"

"Yeah."

"They don't really give a shit about girls. Why should they care whether we have sexual thoughts, when none of the guys have dicks? Some of the girls, trying to fit in, have it done, but it does them no good. This is a male dominated religion, just like the fucking Muslims. Women don't matter. We're just here to serve the men. The only real difference is that there won't be a bunch of virgins for them to fuck in Heaven, because none of them will have dicks in Heaven. They don't believe that anyone with a dick or balls can get to Heaven. They don't believe that Jesus had a dick or balls."

"I know," I said. "Joshua said he didn't."

"You travel with Joshua. Do you really believe he's Jesus Christ?"

"I don't know. Until I met Joshua, I didn't think much about religion. Now, I don't know. Joshua is special. When I'm around him, I think maybe he is."

"Yeah, he's something. I'll give you that," she said, "but he ain't no Jesus Christ. Why would Jesus or God want men and boys to cut off their dicks and balls? He made them with dicks and balls."

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe it's some kind of test - to see if we're willing to give them up for him."

"What kind of choice did my little brother have?" she asked. "Even my older brother didn't have much of a choice. He could have run away, I guess, but where would he go? Shit, I hate this fucking Nutter religion, and I don't have any place to go. My dad wants me to have my tits cut off, but I refused, and so far, he hasn't made me. Why do you stay with them?"

"Where would I go?" I said. "If I went back to my dad, he'd have me nullified - he has been - and I don't have anywhere else to go. The only place I might go is California, and that's where we're going, anyway. Besides, Joshua says he doesn't want me nullified - yet."

"I heard you - when you were up on the stage - ask him to nullify you. Do you want to be nullified?"

"I don't know. They seem OK with being nullified. Hell, they wouldn't have it any other way; but most of them - except for some of the adults - don't remember having dicks and balls. They were nullified when they were babies."

"But you like it, don't you? You like having them?" I nodded. "Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"No," I said.

"Have you ever fucked anyone - one of the nullos or a boy?" I shook my head. "Do you want to fuck me?" she said.

My dick nodded its response, twitching: up - down - up - down. "Hell, yes," I said.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my dick and leading me by it. "There's a pile of straw over in the corner."

If she kept holding onto my dick like that, I'd never make it to the corner. I didn't. Halfway there: "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot." I came.

She laughed. "Goddamn! You've got a hair trigger." After I finished shooting, my dick wilted in her hand. "You can do it again, can't you?" She stroked my dick.

"Yeah." Hell, I was just getting started. I hadn't jacked off all day, and I was always good for five times a day, although I usually spread them out. My dick stiffened.

Arriving at the pile of straw, she pulled her dress over her head. She wore nothing underneath it.

From the waist down, she didn't look much different from the mutilated girls: most of them had bushes, and if their snatches had been sewed up and their clits cut off, I'd never got close enough to one to tell. She had tits, which none of them did. They weren't huge; but they were a nice handful. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

After she spread her dress over the straw, she pulled me down on top of it beside her. "Goddamn, you're big," she said.

I knew she was talking about my dick. She was almost as tall as I was. I was only 5'8" and weighed maybe 120. My dick was the only thing about me that was big.

"You're a little scrawny," she said, "but you're kinda cute. God! It's nice to see a boy with a dick. I'll bet you're the only kid in the county that has one. Some of the guys have balls, but none of them have dicks, and having balls but no dicks just makes them assholes. Besides, they belong to the Gillis faction, and my dad sides with Joshua and his."

"Yeah," I said, "Joshua makes more sense. If it really is the End of Times, why would anyone need to reproduce? And I guess Gillis still has a dick and fucks all the time. Joshua is his kid and all those with us are his half brothers by Gillis. He must have fathered a thousand kids by now."

"Do you think you could father a kid?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it. Do you have a rubber?"

"A condom? Fuck," she said, "where would I get a condom. They don't sell them anywhere around here. What good is a condom, when none of the males have dicks to put them on?"

"Do you still want to fuck?" I asked.

"Hell, yes, I'm not about to let this get away," she said, grabbing my dick. "It might be the last one left the whole state. It might be the last one I ever see. Soon, Dad is going to make me have my tits and clit cut off, so this is damn sure my last chance to get fucked. It's been two years; I'm horny as hell; and I'm damn sure not letting you off without fucking me." Rolling on top of me, she kissed me, running her tongue into my mouth. I felt her breasts press against me.

Her hand grabbed my dick, guiding it to her pussy. She was wet. My dick met some resistance, but she shoved with her hips, and it slid in. "Oh, shit!" she said.

I wanted to say, "Does it hurt?" but I couldn't. All I could say was, "Oh - oh - oh." Her hot, wet, tight, pussy had swallowed my cock, and nothing I'd ever experienced felt so good. It was better than I had imagined. It was a hundred times better. I was about to come, and I'd just entered her. "Fuck - fuck, I'm going to come," I said, and I did.

"Shit," she said, as my now soft dick slid out of her, "I was just getting into it. You'd better be able to do it again. If you can't, I'll cut the fucker off myself."

I lay on my back panting; the climax had been beyond great. It was as if every cell in my body had its own orgasm. I wanted another; I was sure I could get it up again; but for now, I couldn't fucking move; I couldn't fucking talk.

Rolling off me onto her side, she grabbed my cock and began stroking it. To my surprise, it responded, growing in her hand. Once it was at its full length, she rolled onto her back. "You do the work this time," she said, grabbing my hand on the side opposite from her and rolling me over toward her.

Recovered somewhat - my dick hard and wanting more of what I'd just had - I rolled over and lowered myself on top of her. Although I'd never been on top before, I thought I could figure things out.

It was easy; she guided my dick into her cut; I humped her. Just as I came, I heard a man say, "Jezebel!"

Glancing toward the sound, I saw an adult nullo and two juvenile nullos - naked, of course. With her head, also, turned toward them, Jez said, "Shit! My father."