The United States had been bogged down in Iraq for six years in 2008 when Al-Qaeda made it's latest -- and most effective -- attack upon the West. The attack began with the assassination of Vice President Dick Cheney, March 15, 2008. A group or school children had raised money to support the campaign of Dick Cheney for president in the 2008 presidential election. They were waiting for him outside their school in Detroit, Michigan. When Cheney reached out to shake the hand of the boy that had organized the fund drive, a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy of eleven, the boy exploded, killing Cheney, his teacher, and fifteen of his classmates.

As was later learned, although the boy was an American, his parents had secretly converted to Islam. They had sacrificed their son to their new religion, convincing him that his sacrifice would earn him a place in Heaven at the right hand of Allah. Simultaneously with the assassination of Cheney, terrorists attacked oil pipelines, transport systems, and refineries in the Middle East, the most devastating attack a dirty bomb exploded at Ras Tanura, the massive Saudi oil export facility handling six million barrels of oil a day.

Other sabotage of oil facilities and transport systems were carried out around the world, including sabotage of the Alaskan Oil pipeline, the sinking of an oil tanker ship at Valdez, Alaska, by a suicide boat loaded with explosives, releasing an oil spill bigger than the one released by the Exxon Valdez, attacks on the oil transport facilities at Rotterdam, attacks on the Russian oil pipe lines, and on the Venezuelan oil infrastructure. The result was a world shortfall of ten million barrels of oil a day. The cost of a barrel of oil immediately shot to over $200 on the world markets. It later climbed to over $300. The economies of the world imploded. Currencies became worthless. Only precious metals such as gold and silver had value.

The shortage of oil disrupted the production and delivery of food, resulting in wide-spread famine, even in the more developed countries such as the United States and the countries of Europe. Supermarkets in the cities ran out of food. Armed gangs roamed the streets searching for food. Declaring a state of emergency, President Bush dissolved Congress and abandoned Washington, moving the seat of his government to Colorado, reopening the Cheyenne Mountain Operations center at Colorado Springs. The gold reserves at Fort Knox were moved to Colorado Springs. For the time being, President Bush abandoned the United States east of the Mississippi River. It was more important to secure the food and oil producing regions in the West. All bridges across the Mississippi were blown and troops were stationed up and down the western bank of the river with orders to shoot anyone attempting to cross.

Los Angeles was a problem that could only be resolved by the most drastic of measures. California oil and its oil facilities were important to the survival of of the United States. By the time President Bush made his decision, many of the refineries and other facilities were already aflame, fired by the armed gangs that fought for control of Los Angeles's remaining resources. Deciding that the people of Los Angeles couldn't be saved, President Bush chose to save what he could of the remaining infrastructure, particularly the oil infrastructure. He ordered the bombing of Los Angeles and the major population areas of Southern California with nerve gas. Millions of people died.

It is now 2015. George Bush is still president. At least he calls himself president, although dictator might be a more appropriate term. The last election for president was in 2004. Stabilizing the West required further use of nerve gas -- Denver, for instance, because of its proximity to Colorado Springs. The people in the large cities were going to die anyway. There was no way to save them, and in the meantime, they were destroying the country's infrastructure.

Solely through the actions of George Bush, the United States still exists, but it is a vastly different country from what it was. For now, it doesn't include that part of the country east of the Mississippi -- although there are plans to someday take back control of that part of the country. For now, the East is ruled by warlords, each ruling by force of arms. They fight each other for limited resources and enslave the population in the areas under their command. The population of the United States -- west of the Mississippi -- is twenty million. No one knows how many people still survive in the East, but probably no more than a few million at the most. In 2008, the population of the country was more than 300 million.

The story:

Luke Tremble, eleven years-old at the end of the world -- as the people east of the Mississippi call 2008 -- is eighteen in 2015. He lives with his family, father, fourteen year-old brother, Billy, and his twin sister, Sarah, on a small farm in a secluded Appalachian valley in eastern Kentucky. Their mother died of an illness in 2009. Secluded as they are, much of what has happened to the eastern United States has passed them by.

They have their own warlord, though, Boss Hodges -- Travis Hodges, the former mayor and richest man in town before the End of the World. Along with his sons, Kyle, Eric, Roy, and Jimmy, Sam Johnson, the town's former sheriff, and a dozen others ruffians, relatives and employees of his, he rules the valley. Everyone works for him. He allows Luke's family to keep enough food to feed themselves, but takes the rest. If they need anything, supplies or farm equipment, they have to ask Boss Hodges for it.

Luke, his father, and brother have spent all day working in the fields. Diesel for the tractor ran out years ago. Now, they plow behind a horse. The three of them, sometimes aided by Sarah, can cultivate only a third of what they could when they had diesel for the tractor. Of course diesel for the tractor isn't all they've lost. They no longer have electricity. They've had to learn to operate their farm much as their ancestors did, more than a hundred years before.

Exhausted, walking with his head down, Luke heard Billy say, "Look, some of Boss Hodges' men are at the house."

When they approached the house, Luke heard voices coming from it. "I'm not going with you, Jimmy Hodges," he heard Sarah say, "I can't stand you."

"It don't matter," the voice he recognizes as Jimmy Hodges', says, "I want you, and I'll have you."

Jimmy -- the same age as Luke -- was a bully. He had been back in 2008 when they were eleven. He was an even bigger bully now that his father ran the town. He had personally castrated Aaron Washington -- the patron of the town's only black family -- and his three sons, the youngest of them only twelve. Robert, Aaron's oldest son, had been seen with a white girl. "We don't need no half caste black bastards," Jimmy said, then while some of Boss Hodge's hooligans held Robert down, Jimmy castrated him with his hunting knife. He cut off the bottom of Robert's ball sack, grabbed his balls when they dropped into view, pulled, stretching the cords, then lopped off his balls, slicing through their cords with his knife. When he was through, he said, "No need to leave the rest of the niggers with balls." He cut off Aaron's balls next, then the balls of the two younger boys.

He must have liked it; he'd castrated other boys since, white boys that had pissed him off.

When Luke rounded the corner of the house he saw Jimmy Hodges come out the front door, followed by two of his thugs, holding a squirming, kicking, Sarah. Two other thugs stood on each side of the door. All were armed, either with rifles or pistols. "Let her go," Luke screamed.

"Fuck you, punk," Jimmy said. As Luke came to rescue Sarah, Jimmy pulled his pistol, striking Luke across the face his pistol. Luke dropped, stunned, but not unconscious, from the blow. "Hold him," Jimmy said to his thugs, "I'm going to cut him."

"No," said Sarah. She knew what he meant -- that he was going to castrate Luke. "Don't cut him -- please -- don't cut him, and I'll do whatever you want. You can have me, as long as you don't cut him."

"I'm not scared of him," Luke said, "I don't care if he cuts off my balls. Don't do it, Sarah."

Luke did care that Jimmy was about to cut off his balls -- and he had no doubt that he would do it -- but he'd give his balls to protect Sarah. He looked to his father; but his father stood there, a rifle stuck in his gut. Luke's father was a beaten man. Neither he or Billy would be of any help. Billy , only fourteen, was a slave like the rest of them -- for that's what they were -- and Billy had been one for most of his life. He was only seven when Boss Hodges had taken over the valley, virtually enslaving everyone.

And, just as the old masters had used their slave women, fucking them whenever they wanted, Jimmy Hodges intended to fuck Sarah.

"It's all right, Luke," Sarah said. "How about it, Jimmy? I'll do anything you want, as long as you don't cut off his balls."

Jimmy looked at Luke. His men had stripped Luke and held him, ready for Jimmy to castrate him. Because of the heat of the day, Luke's balls hung, distended from his dick. Jimmy had his knife out. It would take no more than a minute for him to castrate Luke. By now, Jimmy was good at it: one quick slice to cut off the bottom of Luke's ball sack, exposing his balls; grab them, separating the two of them with his fingers and pull, stretching the cords almost to the breaking point; then, the slightest touch of his razor sharp knife would sever those cords. His balls would drop into Jimmy's hand, freed forever from Luke's groin. Luke would no longer be a boy. He might think himself a man, but he wasn't; and without his balls, he never would be. Jimmy wanted to do it. More than anyone he'd castrated, he wanted to castrate Luke. Why have I waited so long, he thought. I should have cut the fucker years ago.

Then Sarah said again, "I'll do anything you want. How about it, Jimmy?"

"All right," said Jimmy. He didn't have to castrate Luke today. Hell, he could do it tomorrow. In the meantime, he'd have a compliant Sarah to fuck. He wouldn't just fuck her. He'd stick his cock in every hole she had -- "but you'll do anything I want -- anything -- or I'll come back and cut him." He replaced his knife in its sheath. "Put her on a horse," he told his men.

As they did, Jimmy leaned over Luke, whispering, "I'm coming back tomorrow. I'll cut you then, and that's a promise." He heard Luke's little brother gasp. The kid heard him. Fuck, why not cut all of them, Luke, his brother, and his father? It'd be the end of the Tremble line. He smiled. "Don't worry little man," he said, louder this time, since Sarah was far enough away she couldn't easily hear. "I won't forget you. I'm going to cut off your balls tomorrow, too. Yours and your father's. If you haven't whacked off before now, you'd better give it a try. Tonight's your last night to have balls. Once they're are gone, you won't be able to." Jimmy laughed out loud at the look of horror on Billy's face.

Once Jimmy had mounted, and they'd ridden away with Sarah, Billy turned to Luke. "Do you think he will?" His hand cupped the balls hidden beneath his jeans. "Do you think he'll really cut off my balls?"

Luke nodded. "Yeah, he'll do it."

Tears gathered at the corners of Billy's eyes, then overflowed, running down his face. "I don't want to have my balls cut off."

"You think I do?" said Luke. He felt like crying himself, not only for himself, but for Sarah. Jimmy Hodges would soon be fucking her.

"Dad," Billy said, "He's going to cut off our balls."

His father looked away, saying nothing, but then, the man rarely talked anymore. "Dad," Billy said again, "He's going to cut off our balls.

Looking back at Billy, his father shrugged. "They have guns," he said. "I can't stop them. I don't care about mine. They do me no good. I'm sorry you boys are going to lose yours, but there's nothing I can do about it." He walked into the house.

They ate, the silence marred only be the sound of chewing, the clank of a fork on a plate, and by Billy's sniffles. He'd eat for a while, then the tears would flow again. None of them felt like eating. They went to bed, leaving the dishes on the table. It was almost dark, and they had no lights, not even candles.

Billy and Luke shared a room.

Usually, Luke was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow, but not tonight. Jimmy Hodges was going to cut off his balls tomorrow, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He couldn't run. There was no place to go, and Jimmy had Sarah. If Luke wasn't there when he came back tomorrow, he'd take it out on Sarah. Jimmy hadn't had to tell him that. Luke knew Jimmy. He knew what he was capable of. He knew how viscous Jimmy could be.

And, he knew it hadn't been a joke that Jimmy would castrate him, his brother, and his father. He'd watched Jimmy's face when he'd said it. Jimmy was going to castrate him tomorrow. Of that, he had no doubt. He'd castrate all the Tremble males tomorrow. Castrate them like a bunch of fucking cattle.

Billy was still sniffling. Why not? The kid was only fourteen, and he was about to be castrated, his balls cut off before he'd had much use of them. As far as Luke knew, Billy had only been jacking off for a few months. The kid hit puberty a couple of years ago, but Jimmy hadn't ever talked to him about sex, so the kid probably hadn't known what to do with his hard dick. He did now, though. Luke heard him jack off in his bed almost every night.

Then, hearing other noises -- the squeak of Billy's bed springs, the rustling of his sheets, an occasional slap of fist against groin --Luke realized Billy was jacking off. He was usually quieter about it, but tonight, he didn't seem to care if Luke heard. Well, what of it, Luke thought. The kid was going to lose his balls tomorrow. This might be his last chance to do it. Once his balls were gone, he probably wouldn't be able to jack off. Luke felt his cock stiffen. This might be his last chance to jack off, too.

Luke had done more than jack off. He and Sarah had played around some. She would jerk him off, while he fingered her. She'd even suck him off now and then, and he'd go down on her. He never fucked her. They both knew it wouldn't do for them to have a kid together. It might turn out to be a monster.

Too, there was Shawn, a boy Luke's age, from a nearby farm. The Hodges and their men had appropriated all the decent girls in town, leaving none for boys like Luke and Shawn, and being young, healthy, and horny, they did the best they could with what they had -- each other.

It had started innocently enough. They had been wrestling naked in Shawn's barn -- naked because wrestling was more fun naked, and they wouldn't mess up their clothes. They'd jerked off together before -- even done each other -- and wrestling usually got them hard. It turned them them on. That's why they wrestled. Sometimes they'd jerk off afterward.

That time, though, Shawn had Luke around the waist, his face scrunched against Luke's abdomen. Then, Luke felt Shawn's mouth -- hot and soft -- close around the head of his cock. Involuntarily, he thrust with his hips, shoving his cock all the way into Shawn's mouth. It wasn't something he intended to do -- by that time, he wasn't thinking clearly. Hell, he wasn't thinking at all -- he just did it, and since his cock was scarcely five inches long, Shawn took all if it. Luke felt the head of his cock scrape against the back of Shawn's throat.

It wasn't long before he was shooting, unconcerned that he was shooting into his friend's mouth, that his cum was running down his friend's throat. At that moment, he couldn't have withdrawn his cock from Shawn's hot mouth for anything in the world. Nothing had ever felt so good.

He returned the favor, but unlike Shawn, he couldn't take all Shawn's cock into his mouth. Shawn had an eight inch monster, eight inches long and thick enough that Luke could barely close his hand around it. He swallowed his cum, though. He liked the taste of Shawn's cum.

Now, they did more -- or at least Luke did more. He regularly fucked Shawn's tight hole. But he wouldn't let Shawn fuck him. He was afraid Shawn's monster of a cock would split him in half. "Fuck no," he'd told Shawn, "you fuck me, and I'll never be able to close my asshole. Shit will run down my legs." And, he really thought that.

Thinking about Shawn, while listening to Billy jack off, his hand pulling on his own cock, Luke had an idea. Why not show Billy how good it felt to have his dick sucked. He'd never even thought about having sex with his brother. By the time Billy had reached puberty, he'd already been playing around with Sarah and fucking Shawn. He'd always thought of Billy as a little kid, but Billy was fourteen. Luke had jerked off the first time at eleven and was sucking and fucking Shawn by the time he was Billy's age.

Luke got out of bed, his cock visible in the moonlight streaming through the window. Both boys slept naked. The movement under Billy's covers ceased. Luke pulled back Billy's covers, exposing Billy's stiff cock, his hand still clutching it, wrapped around it, only the head of Billy's cock visible, the rest hidden by his hand. Luke had a small cock, but Billy's was smaller, maybe little more than four inches long, fully hard. And, it wouldn't grow any bigger, especially not since Jimmy Hodges was going to cut off Billy's balls tomorrow. Luke's hadn't grown any after he reached puberty, so Billy's probably wouldn't have, either.

Billy hadn't cum, yet. Precum dripped from the head of his cock, but no white spunk covered his stomach. "What are you doing?" asked Billy.

"Move over," said Luke. "I want to show you something. You'll like it. I guarantee it." He lay down on the bed next to his brother. He kissed Billy on the side of the mouth. He wanted to run his tongue down Billy's throat, but he didn't know how Billy would react to it. As far as he knew, Billy had never kissed anyone, not full on the mouth, anyway. Sarah sometimes gave him a peck on the cheek, but never kissed him full on the mouth. She'd certainly never run her tongue down the kid's throat.

The thought of having sex with his brother had never crossed his mind before, but now that he was in bed with him, he wanted him -- as much as he'd ever wanted Shawn. What harm would it do? Tomorrow, both of them would lose their balls. It's not like they'd ever do it again.

"I love you, Billy," he said, then kissed him again on the side of the mouth. He moved down, kissing him on the neck, then took one of his tits into his mouth. Billy had full, soft, areoles and nipples that Luke could take between his teeth. He nibbled one.

"Ow," complained Billy, but when Luke changed the biting to sucking, Billy moaned. Another bite didn't elicit another complaint.

Luke kissed Billy's smooth, hairless, chest, working his way lower with every kiss. Billy grabbed his cock, but Luke pushed his hand away. "Let me," he told the boy.

Luke didn't know if Billy knew about cock sucking. He'd only been seven when the world had ended. Since then he hadn't attended school, and of course, there hadn't been any Internet like when Luke was younger. Luke had learned about cock sucking at school -- what it was, at least -- that boys sometimes did it to other boys -- but he had been almost twelve at the time and had been jacking off for months.

He didn't know how Billy had learned to jack off. Luke had heard boys at school talk about jacking off, long before he had any hair around his cock and could accomplish anything. He'd pumped his cock several time before he actually shot anything from it. Somehow, Billy had learned, though. Maybe all boys do, sooner or later.

Luke was usually too tired to jack off at night, but at thirteen, Billy wasn't. He didn't work as hard as Luke did, so he energy to spare for jacking off.

Billy was no longer thinking about being castrated tomorrow. He was just thinking about Luke's mouth, about how good his kisses felt, about how soft his lips were -- about how hot his mouth was. He could feel Luke's breath on his stomach, the light touch of it on his sensitive skin.

What would it feel like to have his dick in that hot mouth? Was that what Luke intended? Was that why he was working his way down Billy's stomach, closer -- ever closer -- to his dick. God -- he hoped Luke was going to take it into his mouth. Please, he thought, please.

Then, Luke's lips closed around the head of his dick.

Billy's balls tightened, disappearing completely, withdrawn into his groin. The dam burst. The volcano erupted. It was the end of the world -- the beginning of the universe. Nothing else existed, nothing but the cum spurting from Billy's cock. That was the world. That was everything. For a brief instant, nothing else mattered: first one spurt that shot out an inch or two, then another that shot farther, another and another, with each contraction of Billy's cock, until the contractions eased, until there were no more ropes of cum, just a quiet oozing, a white seepage, leaking from the slit in the head of Billy's cock.

Some of it had landed in Luke's mouth; the rest splashed across his face. He tasted Billy -- Billy's essence -- his life force. He liked the taste of him, the taste of his cum -- the incomparable taste of his cum. Was there anything else in the world quite like the taste of cum? Luke wanted more. He wanted more of Billy: more of his cock; more of his cum.

Billy's erection was subsiding when Luke took Billy's cock into his mouth. He could taste Billy's come, still seeping from its head. Almost immediately, Billy's cock became hard again. He began thrusting his hips in earnest, ramming his cock into Luke's mouth. "Oh -- oh -- shit! That feels good," he said.

And it did. The softness of Luke's mouth. How hot it was. He could feel Luke's tongue, feel his teeth scrape lightly against his cock. Could anything feel better than that? Was there anything in the world that could feel better than his brother's hot mouth around his cock?

Billy shot again, this time into the back of Luke's throat. Big cocks didn't run in their family. When Billy came, all of his cock was in Luke's mouth, the head of it striking the back of his throat.

"Did you like it?" Billy asked afterward, grinning up at Billy, a drop of Billy's cum hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Billy was still panting from the intensity of his orgasm. "Yes," he breathed between pants, "I liked it. I liked it a lot."

"I told you, you would. Will you do me?"

Billy would have laid back and let Luke suck him all day, but he was curious. What was it like to have a cock in your mouth? Did it feel as good as having a mouth around yours? He didn't see how it could, but he wanted to try it. He knew there was more to sex than jacking off. Until now, he hadn't know what, but as inexperienced as he was, he knew that sex was about giving as well as getting. Although Luke didn't know it, Billy had jacked another boy off. He'd enjoyed giving that boy pleasure as much as he'd enjoyed being pleasured. Maybe even more. Now, he wanted to do the same for his brother. But, what would it be like to have that other boy's cock in his mouth. As much as he liked what he was doing with his brother, he wanted to do the same with the other boy more.

Billy was in love. He didn't know that's what it was, but he was in love, not with his brother -- although he loved him -- but with another boy.

"Tell you what," said Luke, "We'll do each other at the same time. They call it 69. He scooted around so his head was at Billy's cock and his cock was at Billy's head, then rolled Billy over so Billy was on top. That way, Billy could have more control over how much of Luke's cock he would take into his mouth. Billy's cock was hard again, a drop of precum hanging from its tip. Reaching out with his tongue, Luke licked it, tasting his brother's precum.

God! He liked the taste of it, salty and sweet at the same time. Luke sometimes tasted his own, dipping his finger into it, as it oozed from his, cock, then touching his finger to his tongue. Too bad there was so little of it. Sometimes, he thought he'd like to drink a glassful. Guess he'd have to settle for cum. At least there would be more of that. Billy's cock might be small, but he produced a lot of spunk. He had filled Luke's throat with it.

Luke could have waited for more precum to ooze out, but that would have taken too long, and Billy's cock was too beautiful -- to delectable -- for him to wait any longer. He wrapped his lips around its head.

Thrusting with his hips, Billy rammed his cock into Luke's mouth, slamming his groin so hard against Luke's mouth that it hurt Luke's mouth. Luke's lips would probably be swollen the next day. Meanwhile, Billy tentatively took Luke's cock into his mouth.

Billy actually had his brother's cock in his mouth. He could smell his sex, the faint odor of shit from his ass -- neither of them had bathed that day, and Billy's nose was inches from his brother's asshole. Even that didn't turn him off, though. He liked the taste of Luke's cock. He liked having it in his mouth, the shaft of it hard, like a steel rod, but the head of it soft and yielding.

He tried to take all of Luke's cock into his mouth -- as Luke was taking all Billy's into his -- but he gagged when Luke's cock touched the back of his throat. "Sorry," he said.

But Luke just mumbled, "Humph..." His mouth was otherwise occupied.

Billy tried again, sometimes getting most of Luke's cock into his mouth -- choking still, from time to time, but no longer saying he was sorry for it, going back to work on his brother's cock instead, learning by example, from what Luke was doing to his cock. It felt good. No, God damn it. It felt great. Fuck -- he was going to cum again. He didn't want to -- not yet -- not so soon. But Billy had never had much control over that. His cock had a mind of its own. When it was going to shoot, it was going to shoot -- and nothing -- nothing on God's green earth could stop it.

It shot now. And it shot. Where did all the spunk come from. He'd already shot twice -- this was the third time. There wasn't usually so much by the time he did it three times. But this time, there was. He came -- and he came -- and he came.

Then, he realized Luke was coming, too -- into his mouth. He could taste Luke's cum. It was filling his mouth. He gagged on it, pulling his mouth away from Luke's thrusting -- spitting -- cock. Luke's cum struck him in the face, then ran down his chin.

"You shot into my mouth," Billy said.

"Huh?" said Luke, "What did you expect? I swallowed your spunk didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd shoot into my mouth. Why didn't you tell me you were going to shoot?"

"I couldn't very well tell you. I had my mouth full of your cock and you were shooting into mine."

"But, it tastes weird."

"You've never tasted yours before?" asked Luke.

"No," said Billy. "That's sick."

"Do you want to quit, then?"

Luke could see Billy shake his head in the moonlight. "No. I want to do it some more. Just tell me before you shoot next time." His cock was already hard again.

"OK, I won't shoot into your mouth again." Then Luke had an idea. He didn't have to worry that Billy's cock would split him apart, not as small as it was, and he had wondered what it would be like to be fucked. Shawn seemed to like it.

"Do you want to fuck me?" he asked.

"How?" asked Billy.

"I'll show you." Spitting on his hand, Luke rubbed it on his own asshole, sticking his finger in it, loosening it up. He raised his legs, guiding Billy's hard cock to the entrance to his hole. Once he had it there, he pressed on Billy's ass, shoving the boy's cock into his hole. It met resistance as it encountered his sphincter, then slid past it into his ass, Billy's pubes striking against his butt.

"Oh, shit," Billy said again, pounding Luke's hole with his cock. Luke had to keep his hand on Billy's butt, or -- in his exuberance -- he would have pulled out. He did once, and Luke had to reinsert his cock.

After Billy came -- his fourth time to Luke's one -- Luke said, "Now, let me do you."

"Does it hurt?" Billy asked.

"A little at first maybe, but then it feels good." And it had. Now, Luke wondered how Shawn's big cock would have felt. He wondered if Shawn would still want to fuck him, once he had no balls, remembering for the first time, since he'd crawled in bed with Billy that he was going to lose his balls tomorrow, that Jimmy Hodges was sure as Hell going to cut them off, that this was probably his last night to cum -- his last night to fuck.

Now, he certainly wanted to fuck Billy. He wouldn't be able to fuck Shawn, would he, not after tomorrow, not after his balls were cut off. Could a boy fuck, if he had no balls? Probably not. Steers and geldings didn't. A neutered dog he once had never did.

Would he want Shawn to fuck him, after his balls were cut off? Would he still want to suck Shawn's cock? Would he care about sex, if he had no balls? He didn't know. He hadn't talked to any of the boys that had had their balls cut off -- not about that anyway. He'd never gone up to one of the castrated boys and asked him if he still like sex or if he could still cum. Hell, it had made him uncomfortable just to be around one of them, knowing the poor kid had had his balls cut off by Jimmy Hodges.

Now, it was about to happen to him -- and to Billy. He glanced at Billy's face. Billy wasn't thinking about being castrated tomorrow. He wasn't crying any longer. He'd forgotten about it, for a while, at least.

Luke spit on his hand again, this time rubbing the spit on Billy's hole. Billy gasped when Luke stuck a finger in his hole. "Take it easy," he said. "I'm scared."

"I will," Luke assured him. He worked his finger in and out of Billy's hole, loosening it, stretching it, before nuzzling the head of his cock against it.

"Ow," said Billy, as Luke applied pressure, but then -- with a soft pop -- Luke's cock was inside him. As he thrust, shoving his cock in and out of Billy's hole, Billy's hand found his own cock -- began pumping it. This time -- when Billy came -- he screamed. Luke had to put his hand over Billy's mouth to keep him from awaking his father -- not that he particularly cared if his father came into the room. If his father couldn't prevent Jimmy from cutting off their balls, why should they care what he thought?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," said Billy afterward. "I didn't know anything could feel so good. It's a thousand times better than jerking off. Do it again."

"Do you want to fuck me?" Luke asked.

"No," said Billy. "I want you to fuck me. That feels the best."

Luke had come twice. That was usually enough for him. "You've already come five times," he said. "Isn't that enough?"

"No," said Billy, then a change came over his face. He started crying, "He's going to cut off my balls tomorrow. I want to do it as many times as I can."

Billy came a couple more times before Luke had enough. Billy would have done it more, but Luke thought he'd had all the fucking and sucking he could take, even if it were his last night for it. "Why didn't we do this before?" Billy asked Luke.

"You're my brother," Luke said.

"So," said Billy. "We did it tonight."

"But, tonight's our last night. I don't think we'll be able to do it once our balls are cut off."

"Have you done it with anyone else?"

"Yeah," answered Luke, "with Shawn Harris, but I never let him fuck me. You're the only one that ever has."

"Do you think he would fuck me?"

"Shawn? You've seen his cock," Luke said. "It's a monster. He might split you apart with it."

"I know. That's why I want him to fuck me. Yours isn't very big. Sometimes I jack off thinking about Shawn's cock."

Billy jacked off thinking about Shawn's cock? That surprised Luke. Had he even see Shawn's cock hard? "My cock's bigger than yours, and where did you hear the word, jack off?"

"From Shawn," said Billy, "He jacked me off once, while once while I jacked him off."

"When?"

"A couple of days ago in his barn."

"Is that all he did?"

"Yeah, one of his brothers came into the barn. Shawn told me to come back later, and we'd do more."

"That fucker. I can't believe he wanted to fuck my little brother."

"He didn't say he was going to fuck me. He just said we'd do more."

"What do you think he meant by more? More is either fucking or sucking."

"I didn't know about fucking and sucking until tonight," said Billy. "I wish we'd done it before. We could have been doing it for more than a year. You could have at least showed me how to jack off. I'd been having sticky dreams a long time before I figured out how to do it."

"But, we're brothers," said Luke.

"So," said Billy, "It feels good. What does it matter that we're brothers?"

Luke didn't know how to answer that question. Did it matter that they were brothers? Billy was right. They could have been doing it for years.

"Have you ever fucked Sarah?" Billy asked.

"No," said Luke.

"Have you ever done anything with her?"

"I let her jack me off sometimes, and she lets me stick my finger in her cunt. If I fucked her, she might become pregnant and have a monster for a kid."

"Really?" asked Billy.

"Yeah," said Luke. That's why brothers and sisters shouldn't fuck.

"Well, I won't get pregnant, will I?"

"No."

Then you have no reason for not fucking me."

"I guess not," said Luke. " I guess I never thought you'd like it."

"I like it. I like it a lot. It's much better than jacking off."

"And you like it better when I fuck you, than you like fucking me?"

"Yes, I like it a lot more, but your cock isn't big enough. That's why I want to try out Shawn's. I know now that's what I wanted when he jacked me off. I just didn't know enough to ask him for it. "

"You horny little bastard," Luke said. "How many times do you jack off in a day?"

"Five at least," said Billy. "How many times do you jack off."

"Once maybe -- and sometimes not every day."

"Shit, I couldn't stand to jack off only once. I always do it at least four times..." Billy's voice trailed off. Tears came to his eyes. "But he's going to cut off our balls tomorrow. Will I even be able to jack off after he cuts off my balls?"

"I don't know, Billy. I read once that way back in ancient days, they used to cut off boys' balls, then use them in harems because they were safe. They couldn't fuck the women. Sometimes, they would even cut off the cocks and balls of little boys and use them for fuck slaves."

"We're slaves, aren't we?"

"Yeah -- I guess. The Hodges own us."

"Do you think Jimmy Hodges will fuck us?"

"No. As far as I know, Jimmy only fucks women. Once he's fuck Sarah, he will probably have fucked every girl in town."

"Why does he want to cut off our balls, then."

"It's just a fucking power trip with him," said Luke. "He knows he'll be taking the last thing we have left. We have nothing. This isn't even our house or our farm. The Hodges own everything. They own us. We work all day. There's little to do for fun. Sex is all we have. Jimmy knows that if he takes away our balls, we won't even have that."

"It's the only fun I have," said Billy. "That's one of the reasons I jack off so much. When I jack off, I don't think about anything except jacking off. I wish you'd fucked me before. I wish you'd fucked me years ago, even before my dick got big -- before I grew hair. I think I would have liked it even then."

"Shit, I didn't know, Billy. Hell, I knew you were jacking off, but I didn't know you wanted to do anything more."

"Can we go over to Shawn's?"

He's asleep by now," said Luke. "It's almost morning."

"Yeah, but after tomorrow, we won't have balls. I want him to fuck me while I still have mine." Billy began crying again.

They argued back and forth for a while, but finally Luke agreed to go take Billy over to Shawn's. It wasn't far. The walk would take them fifteen minutes -- twenty minutes tops.

They didn't bother dressing. If everything went as planned, they'd be naked again in a few minutes, anyway.

Some minutes later, they were outside Shawn's window. "Go to the barn and wait for us there," Luke told Billy. It was a hot night. Shawn's window was open. Luke climbed through it. Luckily, Shawn had a room to himself.

He shook Shawn, placing his hand over his mouth when he awoke to keep him from crying out. Putting his finger against his lips, Luke said, "Come out to the barn." When Shawn fumbled for his pants, Luke said, "You won't need them."

"Are you so horny, you couldn't wait until tomorrow?" whispered Shawn, but his cock was hard. Luke didn't think it would be difficult to convince him to come out to the barn. It'd been over a week since they'd had sex.

"I'm not, but someone else is," answered Luke.

"Sarah?" asked Shawn, his mouth dropping open.

"No," said Luke.

"Who, then?"

"Come out to the barn. You'll see."

"Billy?" Shawn said, when he saw the boy. "You want me to fuck your little brother?"

"Don't give me that shit," said Luke. "He told me about how you jacked him off. Admit it. You were going to fuck him, weren't you?"

"Well, you wouldn't let me fuck you."

"Your cock scared me. It still does. I was afraid it'd split me apart."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Shawn asked Billy.

"Yeah," said Billy, "Luke fucked me tonight. I like it. I like it a lot -- but Luke's cock isn't very big. I want yours. I want you to fuck me."

"Couldn't you have waited? It's almost morning."

Crying once again, Billy couldn't answer, so Luke answered for him. "Jimmy Hodges is going to cut off our balls tomorrow."

"Fuck," said Shawn, "Maybe he was just putting you on."

"No," said Luke, "he's going to do it all right. You know he will. He's cut the balls off a dozen boys. I'm probably lucky he hasn't cut mine off before now. He's hated me since when were back in school, since we had a fight and I whipped his ass."

"Yeah, I remember that," said Shawn. Why don't you run away?"

"Where would we go? Every way out of the valley is guarded."

"You could hide."

"For how long? Who would hide us, if they knew the Hodges were looking for us? Besides, he has Sarah. He's fucking her tonight. If we're not there tomorrow, he'll take it out on her. He might even kill her. Some of those boys he cut died. It wouldn't bother him any to kill her out of spite."

"Fuck." Shaw cupped his balls, as if protecting them with his hand. "He's really going to cut off your balls tomorrow?"

Luke nodded. "That's how Billy and I ended up in bed together. He was jerking off, so I joined him. I sucked him off; we did some 69; I let him fuck me; then I fucked him. The little shit liked that best. When I told him you and I had sex together, he wanted to try out your cock. If you want to fuck me, too, I'll let you. I liked it when Billy fucked me, but he has a small cock -- even smaller than mine. I guess I'd like to know what it feels like to have yours up my hole."

"Tonight's the first time you guys ever did anything?" asked Shawn.

"Yeah," said Luke.

"Why, for God's sake?" asked Shawn. "I've been fucking my brother, Ronny, for years, and he's a year younger than Billy. He didn't like it at first, but he does now. He comes every time I fuck him."

"Well, you can fuck us, now," said Luke.

"I get to fuck both of you?" Shawn looked at Billy. Tears were still running down Billy's face, but he was no longer sobbing. Billy nodded. "Who's first?"

"Billy," said Luke, emphatically.

"Me," said Billy, just as emphatically.

Finding some grease, Shawn spread it on his cock and on his fingers. He inserted first one finger, then another figure, into Billy's hole. Billy occasionally bit his lip, but he didn't cry out, at least not until Shawn stuck the head of his cock against Billy's hole and thrust. "Ow. God damn," said Billy, "that hurts."

"Do you want me to stop?" asked Shawn. Billy shook his head. Shawn pressed harder. That Billy was in pain was obvious. Then Shawn's cock slid past Billy's sphincter.

"Oh, fuck," said Billy. Reaching up, he grasped Shawn's butt, pulling him, until Shawn's cock was in him to the hilt. Before long, Billy came -- without ever touching his cock with his hand. He came a second time before Shawn filled his hole with his spunk. He came twice without ever touching his cock with his hand, complaining when Shawn withdrew from his hole.

"Hey, man," Shawn said. "I have to rest in between."

Shawn fucked Luke next, even though Billy complained, saying he wanted it more than Luke did. Although it hurt at first, Luke, too, came without touching his cock. He was sorry he hadn't let Shawn fuck him before. The climax he had with Shawn's big cock up his hole was the best he'd ever had. What a shame he'd waited so long to learn that, especially since it was his last night to have balls.

It was almost dawn before the boys left the barn. When he was leaving, Billy turned to Shawn, "Will you still fuck me after my balls are gone?"

"Yeah, sure," said Shawn. His cock got hard again, even though he'd fucked each boy twice. "Yeah -- I think I'd like that. I think I'd like fucking a boy that doesn't have balls." He looked at Luke. "Do you want me to fuck you, too."

"I want to at least try it," said Luke. "I don't know whether I'll be able to come. It hurt when you fucked me, but I like it. I think I'd like it, even if I can't come. I like the feel of your cock in my ass, and maybe next time, it won't hurt."

"Well, fuck," said Shawn. "I like your tight ass -- both of your tight asses. They'll still be tight, even if you don't have balls. Hell, yes, I'll fuck you. I hate it that you guys are going to lose your balls, but I think I'll like fucking ball-less boys. Hell, I know I'll like it. I just hope you guys still want to fuck."

"I will," said Billy. "I know I will."

"We'll see," said Luke.

It was past noon before Jimmy Hodges returned with Sarah. "Here's your whore sister," he said to Luke. Sarah had a black eye and a cut lip. Evidently, Jimmy had done more than fuck her. "Where's your father and brother? I hope they haven't run away. If they have, I'll cut off their cocks along with their balls when I find them."

"They're inside. Billy's asleep in his room." Luke hadn't been able to sleep, but Billy had fallen asleep soon after they'd returned home. He was still asleep. At least, he hadn't spent the last several hours -- as Luke had -- wondering when Jimmy would come and cut off his balls.

"Get them," Jimmy said to his men.

"What are you going to do?" asked Sarah.

"I'm going to cut off their balls, if it's any of your fucking business."

"But, I did everything you asked," said Sarah. "You said your wouldn't cut off Luke's balls if I did."

"No -- what I said was, I wouldn't cut them off yesterday. I didn't. I didn't say anything about what I'd do today. I'm going to cut your father and your brothers." When Sarah came at him, he hit her, knocking her to the ground."

"Don't, Sarah," Luke said. "You can't stop it. I accept that it's going to happen."

"Well, good for you, boy," said Jimmy, "because there ain't shit you can do to stop it."

Jimmy's men brought out Luke's father and Billy. Although Billy was crying, Luke's father showed no emotion. "I'm going to cut you last," Jimmy said to Luke. "I want to to appreciate what I'm going to do to you. You'll get to hear your father and brother scream first, as I cut theirs off."

Billy was naked when they brought him from the house, but Luke and his father wore pants, so they were stripped. Jimmy's men lay Luke's dad on his back on a bench, holding him down, his cock and balls prominently displayed. Leaning over, Jimmy pinched the bottom of his ball sack between his thumb and two fingers, pulling on the sack, stretching it several inches. With a flick of his wrist, he cut off several inches of the bottom of the man's sack. Luke's father screamed, as did Sarah and Billy. Luke bit his lip to keep from crying out.

The top third -- all that was left -- of the old man's scrotum retracted, exposing his naked balls. Luke's father screamed again when Jimmy grabbed hold of them. Jimmy pulled, stretching the cords holding them. Then, with another flick of the wrist, he cut through the cords. The man's balls came loose in his hand. Jimmy dropped them into the dirt. Blood poured from the man's crotch. "You better get something," Jimmy said to Sarah, if you don't want him to bleed to death -- some rags or something to stop the bleeding. Don't worry. You won't miss anything. I won't cut your brothers until you get back.

By the time Sarah returned with some rags, they had lain Billy on the bench. He screamed, abject terror written on his face. It would have been better that Jimmy had done him first: better he hadn't seen his father cut; better he hadn't heard his screams; better he hadn't seen his balls thrown in the dirt; better he hadn't watched the blood pour from his crotch. After hearing his father scream, he knew it was going to hurt -- hurt more than anything ever had.

"Please don't," said Luke. "You can cut me. Don't cut him. He's just a boy."

"He's a Tremble," said Jimmy. "Today's the end of the Tremble line. There ain't gonna be no more of them." Bending over, he picked up Billy's cock. "Just like a Tremble," he said, "a little bitty cock. You sure you ain't no girl? Naw, I don't guess so. You do have balls. Have you used that cock any, boy?" When Billy didn't answer, Jimmy squeezed his balls. "Huh? Answer me, boy. Have you jacked off?" Billy nodded.

"Is that all you've done?" Jimmy squeezed his balls again.

"No, I've done more," Billy said.

"Have you fucked your brother -- or your sister? Tell me, boy." He squeezed Billy's balls again -- harder this time. "Did you fuck your sister?"

"No," screamed Billy. "I never fucked Sarah."

"Your brother then? You probably used your cock to fuck that queer brother of yours. That's probably why he wants you to keep your balls. Tell me, boy. Have you fucked your brother? Tell me the truth, and maybe I'll let you keep your balls." He squeezed Billy's balls again. "If you think this hurts, boy, I guarantee you, it'll hurt a lot more when I cut them off."

Billy looked at Luke -- then back at Jimmy. He nodded.

"You did? Speak up, boy. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes," said Billy, uttering the admission between sobs. "I fucked him. I fucked him last night."

Jimmy laughed. "I thought so. Did he fuck you?"

Billy nodded once more. Sarah's eyes widened as she looked at her brothers.

"A bunch of fucking queers," said Jimmy. "You deserve to lose your balls."

"You said I wouldn't, if I told you," screamed Billy. Jimmy had the end of his scrotum pinched between thumb and fingers.

"I said maybe," said Jimmy, stretching the boy's ball sack. "You're just a little queer, too. No way am I going to let you keep your balls." With that, he cut off the bottom of Billy's scrotum. Luke started forward, but two of Jimmy's men grabbed him.

Billy screamed. God -- he screamed. But the worst was yet to come. Like his father's balls, his lay exposed below the vestiges of his ball sack. Jimmy grabbed them -- pulled them, separating them with his fingers -- then cut through their cords. Billy's balls joined his father's in the dirt. "Kind of looks like a little girl without his balls, don't he?" said Jimmy. "Why don't I make a girl out of him?" He picked up Billy's cock, sliding back the foreskin, exposing the head, the pulled it forward again, covering the head of Billy's cock once more, like he was jacking him off. Billy's cock remained limp. He was barely conscious.

"See," said Jimmy, "It ain't no good, anyway. With that, he cut the boy's cock off, next to his body. More blood poured from Billy's groin. He fainted.

"No," both Luke and Sarah screamed, but it was too late. Jimmy held up the boy's cock. The men holding Billy picked him up off the bench and laid him on the porch. Rushing to him, Sarah held a towel to his groin.

Jimmy handed the boy's cock to one of his men. "I think I'll keep it," he said. "It don't look like much now that it's been cut off, do it? Hell, it weren't much when it was on him."

Luke was next. In the same manner, Jimmy cut off his balls -- then his cock. Queers shouldn't have no cocks," he said. After he had finished cutting the Tremble males, he and his men mounted, then rode off, unconcerned whether any of them would live or die. Luckily, Shawn had watched from behind some bushes. When Jimmy and his men rode off, he ran to get his mother and father. Having castrated and tended cattle, Shawn's father was able to quench the bleeding from the boys' groins. He was too late to save the father. He died.

He made a plug for each of the boys to use to keep their urethras open. "They'll close up, if you don't," he told them, "and you won't be able to pee." He pulled the loose skin over the ends of their cocks, stitching it around the plugs. Once they had healed, there was little sign that either boy ever had a cock. All they had to show they been born boys was the small flap of skin that had once been their ball sacks.

It took them a long time to heal. Jimmy came by once. "So the old man died, huh. Well, that doesn't decrease your quota. I guess you'll just have to work harder to produce it." He examined their crotches. "You look like a fucking girl," he said to Luke. Then he looked at Billy. "Both of you do. A couple of fucking girls."

Shawn helped them when he could. He still had work to do on his father's farm. One day, after the boys were healed, after they had stripped off their dirty clothes, Shawn said, "Shit, you guys are hot. I hate to say it, but both of you are hot without your cocks and balls. Do you still want to fuck?" he asked Billy.

"I don't know," said Billy. "I don't think about it like I did at first. After he cut off my cock and balls, I still wanted to do it, but I was too sore. By the time I healed up, I didn't think about it any more. But, I told you I'd let you do it, so I will."

"You didn't tell me you'd let me do it. You asked me if I'd do it, if you didn't have balls. Well, you don't have cock or balls, and I want you more than I did when you had them. Fuck, I just about cream whenever I see your crotch. Whenever I see either one of your crotches," he said, turning to Luke.

Billy lay down on his bed and beckoned to Shawn. Shawn stripped off his pants. His cock was hard. Billy raised his legs presenting his hole to Shawn, who spit on his hand, rubbing the moisture on the boy's hole. He took his time, inserting first one finger, then another into the Billy's hole. Billy moaned. "Does it hurt?" asked Shawn. "Do you want me to stop?" Shawn hoped not. He'd never wanted anyone more than he did Billy just then.

"No," said Billy. "I want you to fuck me." He bit his lip, giving a little humph when Shawn inserted his cock, but didn't cry out. Shawn kissed him, running his tongue into Billy's mouth. Billy kissed him back.

Billy climaxed. It was different from any climax he'd had before. Nothing, other than a few clear drops of liquid came out his pee hole, no ropes of spunk like before, but it was a climax. It was definitely a climax. It felt good -- really good. But, even if he hadn't climaxed, he knew he wanted to fuck again. Just having Shawn's cock in his hole made him feel like he belonged to someone. It would have been enough just to give Shawn pleasure. Having a climax was extra, like whipped cream on fresh strawberries.

When he saw how much Billy liked it, Luke let Shawn fuck him. He didn't have a climax the first time -- or the second time -- but eventually, he did. It was like he had to learn how to do it all over again. For too long, climaxes had centered around his cock. He had to learn to climax without one. Like Billy, he didn't shoot. Sometimes a few drops of clear liquid seeped from his pee hole. Sometimes, his climaxes were dry. Still, they were climaxes, and like Billy, he enjoyed the fucking, even when he didn't climax. It was a way of connecting with another person.

Sarah had Jimmy's baby, a boy. She loved it, anyway. After she had it, she joined her brothers and Shawn. He fucked them all, loving each of them equally. Before long, Sarah gave birth to his son.

Jimmy was killed. He cut one boy too many. The boy's father went berserk, ramming a pitchfork into Jimmy's midsection before one of Jimmy's men shot him.

Shawn moved from his father's place to Luke's. The two families worked together, working both farms. Robby moved in with them. His cock wasn't as big as Shawn's but it was a good seven inches. He, too, fucked them all. When Sarah had another kid, she didn't know whether it was Shawn's or Robby's. But, it didn't matter. They were all family.

Billy and Luke were happier than they'd ever been when they had cocks and balls. That doesn't mean that they wouldn't like to have had them back, but who knows? Maybe, if they still had them, their relationship with Shawn, Robby, and Sarah, would have never developed. Maybe having cocks and balls -- having testosterone coursing through their blood streams -- would have prevented it from happening.

As long as they produced their quotas, the Hodges didn't bother them. Jimmy had been the sadistic one. The rest were businessmen. As long as their workers produced, they left them alone.