by Coyan Hyde

Marsha Cohen peeked through the partially open door of her son's bedroom and immediately learned why the house had gotten so quiet. Brian's still-wet bathing suit was balled up on the floor next to Lauren's discarded bikini.

Lauren was sitting on the edge of Brian's bed with her legs spread wide. Brian was kneeling on the floor in front of her, prying apart her labia with his fingers. His stiff, three-inch penis bobbed up and down as he shifted around, trying to get a better look at what was hidden between Lauren's legs.

"Where does it go?" Brian asked in hushed tones.

"You're not putting it inside me," Lauren chided in a firm but quiet voice.

"I know! I just want to see where it's supposed to go."

Lauren reached between her legs and briefly stuck the tip of her finger into the entrance of her vagina. "Right there."

Brian shifted his left hand to keeps Lauren's lips parted, then pushed the index finger of his right hand against her vagina.

"Careful!" Lauren complained.

"Do you think it would fit?"

"I told you, you're not putting it inside me!"

"I know! I know! I'm just asking if you think it will fit. It doesn't look very big."

"I don't know. It's supposed to. Besides, your dinky doesn't look very big, either."

"It's called a penis."

"Well, it still doesn't look very big."

"Do you think I could, maybe, like just put the tip in--just to see if it fits?"

"No!"

"Ah, come on! Just a little? I promise I won't put it in all the way. Please?"

"I said no! I told you I'd let you look at my kitty if you let me look at your dink...penis. I never said anything about letting you put it inside me. That's how babies get started."

Brian stared at Lauren's girl parts, desperately trying to think of a way to get his penis inside of her vagina. He just wanted to see what it felt like, and he thought it was incredibly unfair of Lauren to deny him.

Marsha continued to watch from the door. She was okay with the two eight-year-olds exploring each other's bodies, but there was no way she was going to let her son mount the girl.

The two children had been best friends since kindergarten. Marsha fully expected that--someday--they would start exploring sex, together, but she had hoped that that would happen closer to eleven or twelve rather than at eight. They were so young!

Brian made another attempt. "Can I put the tip of my penis next to your vagina--just to compare sizes?"

Lauren thought for a moment. It really wouldn't hurt to let Brian get his dinky close to her kitty, but she was still worried that he might try to put it inside of her. "I don't know..."

"Please? Just next to it. I promise I won't put it in!"

Lauren looked into Brian's sad, puppy-dog eyes, and her heart melted. She hated when he did that to her. It was hard to refuse anything from someone who looked so cute! "Well..."

Brian didn't wait for her to answer. He stood to his feet and pointed his stiff penis towards her vagina. The head of his penis just brushed Lauren's labia when Marsha fully opened the door and walked in. "Lunch is ready, so you two need to quit fooling around and get downstairs."

Marsha had done her best to make it sound casual, but Brian and Lauren were both startled anyway. Brian jumped back from Lauren about three feet. Lauren scrambled for her bikini while Brian just stood there, looking shocked and covering his boy parts with his hands.

Marsha took Lauren's bikini bottoms from her hands, then picked up her top and Brian's swimsuit from the floor. "Don't put these wet things back on. Your shorts and t-shirt are downstairs, Lauren. You can put them on after you eat." She gave Brian a playful swat on the butt. "Get going!"

The confused children ate lunch in silence. Not only did Brian's mother not appear to be angry with them, but she also seemed content to let them sit across the table from each other with no clothes on. They kept giving each other questioning looks, but neither one of them had any answers.

They finished eating just as Marsha got off of the phone. She handed Lauren her clothes and her just-out-of-the-dryer bikini and told her that it was time for her to go home. "Brian has an appointment at the clinic," she announced.

"But I'm not sick!" Brian complained.

"Who said anything about you being sick? Boys need check ups, you know. They need to be poked and prodded by doctors, occasionally, to ensure that they're growing as they should and to ensure that they stay healthy."

"Is this visit going to involve needles?" Brian asked, warily.

"You might be due for a flu shot, or something."

"But Mom! It's summer!"

"People get the flu in summer! I don't know what all you're due for. We'll let the doctor determine that. Now, go take a quick shower to wash the chlorine out of your hair."

Brian tried to stall by slowly dragging himself upstairs, but, as soon as Lauren was gone, his mother shooed him into the shower and waited with him in the bathroom, admonishing him not to dawdle.

She quickly dried him with a towel then used a blowdryer on his hair. "Put these on," she urged as she handed him a pair of the short, loose-fitting shorts that he liked to wear in the summer.

"Don't I need shoes and a shirt?"

"It's too hot for those."

A puzzled Brian followed his mother out to the car. She usually let him go barefoot to the grocery store, but she always made him wear a shirt, and she never let him go barefoot anywhere "important," such as the doctor's office!

When they reached the clinic, Brian noticed a banner that was hung from the sign along the road: "Treatment Day for Boys," then, in smaller letters underneath, "Walk-ins Welcomed."

Marsha took Brian's hand and led him through the entrance. Inside, Brian saw a waiting room occupied by about a dozen boys and their mothers. Brian blushed because about half of the boys were naked!

His mother led him to the reception desk, where she spoke with a young lady who had just hung up the phone. "I'm Mrs. Cohen. I called about an hour ago..."

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Cohen, and this must be Brian. Hello, Brian!"

Brian answered a sheepish, "Hi."

"Here are some forms that you need to fill out. Bring them back to me as soon as you're finished with them. We're a little busy, today, as you can see, but the doctor is moving quickly, so you shouldn't have to wait very long."

"Thank you." Marsha took the clipboard that the receptionist offered. "I know I already asked on the phone, but I want to make sure: Do I need his father's signature?"

"No, ma'am. As his mother, it's your decision, alone. Men tend to be a little wishy-washy about such things."

After Marsha and Brian found a pair of open seats, Brian surveyed the room. The youngest boy looked about seven, and the oldest boy might have been eleven. Most of the boys appeared to be nine or ten years old. There weren't any girls--except for the mothers, of course.

The naked boys sat quietly, holding their clothes in their laps, trying to appear invisible; the other boys were trying to surreptitiously check out the naked boys' packages, but none of them were being anything less than obvious about it.

"Wait here," Marsha told Brian, then she went to give the forms to the receptionist. They had a brief conversation, then Marsha returned to her seat.

Brian watched what was going on in the clinic with keen interest. A nurse would appear in the waiting room and call a boy's name. The boy would go with the nurse, leaving his mother in the waiting room. A short time later, the boy would reappear--carrying his clothes in his hands. He'd sit with his clothes in his lap, occasionally lifting them up, spreading his legs slightly, and studying his boy package as if he were looking for something.

After about ten minutes, another nurse would appear and call the boy's name. She would insist that the boy leave his clothes with his mother, then she would lead him to another room. After about five minutes, the boy would emerge from the room, handling his boy parts as if he were inspecting them. The nurse would talk with his mother while he got dressed in the waiting room, the mother would talk briefly with the receptionist, then they would both leave.

"Brian Cohen?" Brian jumped at his name. He was a little nervous about what was going to happen to him, but each time he had asked his mother, she had told him, "Don't fuss! It's just a routine procedure that all boys need to have done."

"Hi, Brian. I'm Michelle. Come with me, please."

Michelle didn't wait for Brian to follow her; instead, she gently took his hand and led him to a row of examination tables separated by curtains. Each cubicle had a naked boy being examined by a nurse.

"Be a good boy, Brian, and take off your shorts, put them on the counter, there, and hop up on the table."

Brian hesitated a moment. Rather than waiting for him, the nurse crouched down, put a hand on each of his hips, and tugged his shorts down to his ankles. She then put a hand under each of his arms and lifted Brian onto the table. With a flip of her wrist, she removed the shorts over his feet and tossed them onto the counter.

"Don't be shy. I see naked boys all the time."

The nurse let Brian cover his boy parts with his hands while she took his temperature and blood pressure and measured his heart beat and rate of respiration. She then grabbed Brian's wrists and gently pulled his hands to his sides. When Brian tried to cover himself, again, she gave him a mild slap on the inside of his thigh.

"Now, now! Your little parts have to be examined, and I have to examine them. I've touched hundreds of boys, down there, and they all survived."

Brian reluctantly moved his hands aside. Michelle lifted Brian's penis up with one hand, then gently squeezed each of his testicles with the other hand, rolling them between her thumb and fingers for a few seconds, each. When Brian squirmed, she gave him another mild slap on the inside of his thigh. "Sit still!"

Still holding his penis up away from his body, Michelle removed the lid from a large bottle containing cotton balls soaking in alcohol. She picked up a pair of forceps, grabbed one of the cotton balls, then swabbed Brian's scrotum with it. Brian squirmed at the cool, stinging sensation, and he got another swat on the thigh.

Michelle then reached over to the counter and grabbed what looked like, to Brian, to be a small gun with a small bottle attached to the top of it. She placed it against Brian's scrotum. Brian heard a soft hissing sound, and felt another cold sting.

"Hey!"

"Oh, hush!" Michelle interrupted. "That didn't hurt, at all!"

Brian started to complain that it did, but the swats were getting harder, each time, so he decided to remain quiet.

"Grab your shorts, and go wait with your mother. Don't get dressed, yet."

On his way back to the waiting room, Brian lifted his penis to see what the nurse had done to him, but all he could see was a little redness. The cold, stinging sensation was already starting to go away.

By the time his name was called, again, Brian no longer felt any discomfort. Another nurse, Judy, led him back to a room that was just past the row of cubicles where Michelle had examined him.

In the room was a strange-looking chair that looked a little like the chair he sat in at the dentist's office, except that it had two legs sticking out at the bottom that ended with what looked like stirrups like one might find on a horse saddle.

Judy worked quickly, and before Brian realized what was happening, he had straps on his ankles and wrists.

"Don't worry," Judy said with a warm smile. "These are just to keep you from sliding around in the chair while the doctor examines you." She then spread his legs apart and fastened a strap around each thigh and another around his waist.

Just then, another lady came into the room, wheeled a stool between Brian's spread legs, and sat down.

"Hello, Brian! I'm Doctor Morgan." As she spoke, Judy handed her a tray, which she unwrapped and placed on a small table that extended from underneath the chair, where Brian couldn't see. She then grabbed each of Brian's testicles, in turn, and gave them a firm squeeze. Brian was surprised that it didn't hurt.

"You're a growing boy," she continued. "Boys your age need a little extra attention from a doctor, but there's nothing to worry about. It's something that all boys need to have done, and it will only take a minute or two."

Brian sat up as much as the restraints would let him, trying to see what Dr. Morgan was doing to his testicles, but she draped a towel across his thighs, which blocked his view, entirely.

"Now, you just lie back, and be a good boy. This will only take a moment."

Dr. Morgan removed a syringe from the tray with one hand as she wrapped her thumb and index finger of her other hand around Brian's testicles, pulling them slightly away from his body and tightly against his scrotum. Being only eight, his testicles were still held very close to his body, but she was able to get a good enough grip on them to keep them from slipping away.

She carefully placed the needle of the syringe against his right testicle, then swiftly pressed the needle all the way in and depressed the plunger, fully emptying the contents of the syringe. Brian felt only a dull pressure.

"That's a good boy! You're doing fine," she told Brian as she dropped the empty syringe into the tray and picked up another, identical but full syringe.

She repeated the procedure with the other testicle, then vigorously massaged both testicles while she wiped each needle prick with an astringent to close the tiny holes and stop any bleeding.

She then took the third, and last, syringe from the tray. This time, she inserted the needle into his perineum, emptied the syringe, then swabbed the puncture with astringent.

"All done!" she said, as she removed the restraints. "You were a very good boy!"

Judy helped Brian out of the chair and led him back to the waiting room. "He's all set," she told his mother. "When the anesthetic wears off, in about ten minutes, he'll be a little sore, but he shouldn't feel any pain. You don't need to do anything special, just keep an eye on his little parts for the next few days. If you notice any redness or swelling, call your doctor."

"That's it?"

"That's it! The neutering takes affect immediately, so he's already safe, but it'll take a month or two for the tissue to be absorbed."

Marsha took Judy aside and whispered quietly, "I assume he was too young to be making sperm, anyway, but how long do we have to wait for the erections to stop?"

Brian hated it when adults whispered in front of him. He knew his mother and the nurse were talking about him, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Oh, he won't be having any more of those! We use a combination of drugs to deaden certain nerves as well as ruin the testicles. There's less than a 0.1% chance that he'll be able to get an erection while his testicles are atrophying and the hormones they've already produced are being flushed from his body. He's quite safe, now; I assure you."

"Well, that's a relief! Thank you." To Brian, "Okay, Brian. We're all done, here. Put your shorts on, and let's go."

Brian had been so focused on trying to figure out what had been done to him, that he hadn't even noticed that he was standing naked in front of the other boys and their mothers in the waiting room. He blushed slightly as he pulled on his shorts.

"How would you like to go for some ice cream?"

Brian asked his mother several times what had been done to him, but she only ever answered, "Nothing that hasn't been done to every other boy, your age. Well, almost every other boy. No matter. Stop worrying! I've never heard of a boy making such a fuss over a routine doctor's visit."

His dad wasn't any help, either. "All boys have things done to them," he had explained. "You just had a kind of vaccination to keep you healthy and safe."

"Dad! They stuck needles in my balls--I mean, testicles!"

"So? You've gotten shots in your arms and in your butt, before, right? Different kinds of shots need to be given different places."

Brian told Lauren about what had happened, and she couldn't stop giggling--plus, she wanted to see, but the marks were gone, already, so she accused him of making up the whole thing in another attempt to get her to let him put his penis inside of her vagina.

By the following week, he had given up. He felt the same as he had always felt, so whatever had been done to him apparently had caused no harm. He put it out of his mind and went on being a boy.

Silently, the drugs did their work, and Brian didn't even notice that his testicles had shriveled and his penis had shrunken. He had lost interest in playing with them, and he had also lost interest in the differences between himself and Lauren.

It would take a combination of middle-school PE showers, a sleep over, and Lauren's renewed interest in what makes a boy a boy to rekindle his curiosity, but that was three years away.