“Ah come on Dad, I don’t want to go Mandlerson, they’re a bunch of fags!”

His father sternly rebuked him, “You watch your language young man, you know I don’t like that kind of talk in this house; and especially around the dinner table”

“OK, sorry Dad, but the College is way across the state, I’ll be too far from all my friends.”

“Well son, that might not necessarily be such a bad thing, I know all about your drinking parties and your pot smoking. Your friends are a bad influence on you.”

His elegantly dressed mother gasped at the mention on the word pot, but didn’t say anything.

“Ah gee dad, it’s not that big a deal all the kids smoke pot”

“Well it’s a big deal to your mother and me. You have been nothing but trouble the last couple of years and I’m getting tired of paying your fines and bailing you out of trouble. Mandlerson College is the most prestigious college in the state and quite frankly son, with your record you were damn lucky to get accepted there.”

“You mean I was damn lucky you bought my way in” His son defiantly snapped back.

His mother finally spoke up: “Now Johnny dear, don’t speak to your father like that. Remember your cousin Alexander went to Mandlerson last year. They really seemed to have helped him turn his life around.”

“Ya well if you ask me they turned him into a big wimp. He used to be a lot of fun before he went there. Now he’s one of the dullest people I know. Even his girlfriend thinks he’s changed, and she says not in a good way.”

His mother replied: “Now dear I’m sure his girlfriend is just jealous because he is spending all of his time on his studies now. Alex will have plenty of time for girlfriends after he graduates. And besides dear, you know your father is only doing this because he thinks it is best for you.”

Johnny snapped back: “Well I don’t care what dad thinks is best for me, how come nobody asked me what I think is best. And besides, I’ll be 18 next month and you won’t be able to tell me what to do.”

His father replied: “Yes son, that is true, you will legally be considered an adult and it is high time you started acting like one.”

Johnny opened his mouth and was about to retort when his father angrily slammed his fist on the table “I’m not finished yet boy!” His timid mother jumped and gasped again.

His father angrily continued “Being legal at 18 works both ways son, sure do whatever the hell you want. Once you’re 18 your mother and I are no longer under any legal obligation to support you. How are you going to pay for your parties and your drugs when I stop paying your bills? Last time I checked you don’t have a job, or have never had a job for that matter.”

“Ah come on dad, cut me some slack” said Johnny, softening his tone somewhat.

“Look son, when you turn 25 you will inherit your grandfathers’ trust fund. Until then the way I see it you have two choices: get a job and support yourself for the next 7 years or do as I say and go to Mandlerson College. Now which is it going to be?”

“Fine have it your way!” Johnny snapped back, and with that the petulant 17 year old left the table and stomped off to his room.

Jonathon Lance Reginald Cropley-Smythe the III. Known as Johnny to his parents; and John-Boy to his inner circle of friends. And known as an obnoxious spoiled little rich brat to most other people who ever came in contact with him. Being an only child and coming from a ridiculously rich family he was used to getting his way. The lad had a huge ego and an enormous sense of entitlement. To make his ego even worse he was incredibly good looking and knew it. As soon as he had reached his teen years he learned that he could use his good looks to sway people and get what he wanted. He was used to being checked out by girls, women and quite frequently men as well. Now, as he was nearing his eighteenth birthday and his body was filling out, he was becoming even more handsome. He had the typical “Ivy League” looks, short sandy blond hair with a wave in front, piercing green eyes, an elegant patrician nose, fine, almost feminine lips and a small but well-defined chin. He had a light dusting of blond peach fuzz along his chin and jaw line and a just a trace of hair beginning to show above his lip. He had not yet started to shave.

And to add to his perfection Johnny had it where it counts most with guys. He often admired his lean muscular body in the mirror after a shower. His plump uncut dick was a respectable 4 inches when soft and a thick throbbing 8 inch steel pole when hard. Dangling behind his dick were his fat walnut-sized balls. Johnny loved cupping his nads firmly in hand, squeezing them slightly, as he beat off. He usually beat off to internet porn, which was great, but his older cousin Alex had recently given him his vintage collection of Hustler and Penthouse magazines that he said he had become tired of. Johnny couldn’t imagine how anyone could become tired of porn and he found that he really did enjoy the old magazines. Somehow Johnny felt dirtier, beating off the old-fashioned way as he called it. Though he knew many girls his age who would happily let him fuck them, his parents kept him on a pretty short leash and he was still a virgin. He was planning to change that after he was 18. But now that his parents were shipping him off to an all male college he wondered if he would ever get laid.

Deep down inside Johnny had a vaguely uneasy feeling about Mandlerson College that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and it was something more than just the lack of women.

Mandlerson College was indeed the most exclusive college in the state. Known simply as MC or Man-Cee its students were sometimes derisively called Mancy-boys by other students in the state. Though this could all be put down to pure jealously. It was often said that all you needed to get accepted at Mandlerson was truckloads of money.

This may have been true but the critics could not argue with the colleges’ impeccable record of Academic Excellence. The school had a reputation for taking unruly, troublesome boys and turning them into polite, studious and respectable young men. The college was quite proud of that reputation. The schools one fault was that their sports program did seem to lag behind other colleges in the state and the college did not seem to be able to field a competitive football team. The college administrators put this down to their concentration on academics rather than sports.

There was also a more sinister rumor going around about the college. It was said that a disproportionate number of the college’s graduates never married. The college administration dismissed this as nonsense, and said they could not comment on it as they did not pry into the private lives of their alumni. This may have contributed to its reputation as a gay college, another rumor strongly denied by the college administration.

One month after their fight at the dinner table and 6 days after Johnny’s eighteenth birthday; he and his parents were sitting in the President’s office at Mandlerson College.

His mother, pert and anxious as always, Johnny, sullen and itchy in his brand new school uniform and his father, all manly and business-like as he joked with the President and Dean of Admissions.

The President addressed Johnny directly “Well Johnny, or do you prefer John?”

“I prefer John please sir” replied Johnny politely.

The President continued: “Well John, I see from your records you are quite a spirited young man”

“That’s one way to put it” his father remarked dryly.

“Nonsense sir” replied the President. “A lad John’s age should have spirit and plenty of it. A boy’s spirit is a good thing; it just needs an appropriate outlet and sometimes a bit of direction. That’s what we do best here at Mandlerson.”

Johnny’s father replied: “Well sir, your college has an excellent reputation for turning boys around. I trust my son will fit in well here.” The father said as he glanced sternly at his son.

“I’m sure he will” said the President “And Mr. Cropley-Smythe I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your most generous contribution to the College’s Heritage Fund. It is most appreciated.”

“It was my pleasure” replied Johnny’s father graciously.

On the way out his mother kept gushing about how handsome Johnny looked in his new school uniform. Personally Johnny felt that he looked like a dork but kept his mouth shut as he sullenly escorted his parents to the college parking lot.

Three months later the President and Dean of Admissions were having another meeting in his office.

“I’m afraid that Cropley-Smythe kid just isn’t working out” said the Dean in a serious, business-like tone.

“Are you sure” replied the President “It’s only been about 3 months, shouldn’t we give him more time?”

“Trust me, I’ve had years dealing with boys his age, and I know when a kid is going to be able to change on his own. This one won’t I’m sure of it. The kid is a spoiled brat and has a rebellious nature to boot. To make it worse he’s surrounded by other spoiled brats so he’s not getting his way like he’s used to.” answered the Dean

“Well then what would you suggest we do” asked the President, even though he already knew what the answer would be.

“Well I hate to say it but I really think this kid ought to have the Procedure” said the Dean.

The President let out a long, weary sigh before he answered: “You know I hate to use the Procedure, it is extreme and irreversible, are you sure a few more months won’t make a difference?”

“I know the Procedure is drastic and I hate to use it, but all the time in the world is not going to turn this kid around. The college has its reputation to protect” the Dean replied.

The President sighed again; he knew the Dean was right. He had seen all the reports from Johnny’s teachers. And Johnny really was a problem student. He chaffed at discipline, did not apply himself to his studies and often fought with other students. Even after 3 months he did not seem to have made any friends and his grades had not improved at all. He could see why several other colleges had threatened to expel him. He had joined the football team, but did not seem to be making any other effort to fit into life at Mandlerson. But the President had another concern besides the colleges’ reputation. In a private meeting 3 months ago, Johnny’s father had made it quite clear that any further donations to the college were contingent on a rapid and drastic improvement in his son’s attitude and grades.

Still, the Procedure was a measure of last resort. Some of his predecessors had used the Procedure on an almost routine basis. But that was years ago and had helped give the college its nasty reputation for turning students gay. The President knew that many of the college’s alumni never married, and he knew that it had nothing to do with their sexual orientation. As he got older he grew progressively more paranoid about being discovered. To this day only three people in the world knew of the Procedure, himself, the Dean and the campus Doctor of course. Perhaps he was watching too much CSI on television; but as medical technology and forensics became more advanced he constantly worried about the Procedure being found out. It would be the end of him and Mandlerson College.

Still the chances of discovery were remote, and the Dean was right, the college did have a reputation to protect. Mandlerson College had never failed to make a troubled youth change his ways and he certainly was not going to let it happen on his watch.

After a few minutes of silence he finally answered the Dean: “Yes, I’m afraid you are correct. I really do not see any other way of helping this young man improve his attitude.

When do you think we should have it done?”

“Well as soon as possible” replied the Dean, “I have to notify the Doctor of course, and the sooner it is done the sooner the kid’s attitude will start to change. I should be able to make it happen tomorrow or the next day at the latest.”

“Very well” replied the President wearily “I will leave it in your capable hands.”

Early the next morning the Dean took a stroll through the campus. He was looking for one student in particular. Donald Brown was a third year student and had a reputation for being a tough guy on campus. He was a stocky strong kid and most of the other students avoided him. The Dean had an understanding with him though, and he knew he could rely on him when something needed to be done that was outside of the rules.

Finally the Dean spotted him chatting with a few friends outside the campus cafeteria.

“Brown, Get over here!” the Dean shouted in a stern voice. Brown and his friends all jumped at the Dean’s loud voice. As Brown scurried over to the Dean, his friends all gave each other knowing looks. This would further enhance Brown’s reputation on campus.

“Gee sir am I in trouble” asked Brown, as he hurried up to the Dean.

“Let’s go for a walk” replied the Dean, “I have a little errand for you”

A few hours later Johnny Cropley-Smythe was leaving his last class when Donald Brown suddenly bumped into him, knocking all of his books to the ground.

“Hey watch where you’re going fuck face” yelled Brown with a savage, angry look on his face.

Johnny was not one to be pushed around so he hollered back. “You watch it numb nuts, you bumped into me!”

“You dissin me asshole?” retorted Brown, as he violently shoved Johnny backwards.

Johnny was just raising his fists, when Brown rapidly lashed out with a kick. Johnny did not see it coming and Brown’s big size eleven foot smashed into Johnny’s unprotected balls, crushing them violently against his crotch. Johnny suddenly gasped for breath as his vision went blurry and devastating pain exploded from his nuts. He sank to the ground clutching his wounded balls as Brown loomed over him. Just as a crowd was starting to gather the Dean suddenly appeared out of nowhere and yelled “Break it up, what the hell is going on here?” Brown quickly backed away from his victim.

Addressing Brown the Dean sternly said, “You, Brown, in my office nine am tomorrow. I’ll deal with you then.” Brown meekly skulked away without saying a word.

Kneeling beside Johnny the Dean said, “You OK son, I think we better take you to the infirmary.”

Johnny just gasped again and still clutching his balls, moaned weakly, “My nuts, ah my nuts, they’re killing me.”

“OK don’t worry son” replied the Dean in a concerned tone, “we’ll get you to the doctor.”

Addressing a couple of students the dean said, “You two, help him up, we’ll walk him to the infirmary”.

With a student on either side supporting him, and the Dean in front, Johnny walked slowly, still doubled-over to the infirmary.

When they reached the infirmary the Dean dismissed the two students, and helped Johnny into the doctors’ office. Though the Doctor had been expecting them all day; he tried to look surprised when they walked into his office. “Well what have we here?” the Doctor asked the Dean.

“Just a fight” said the Dean, “I think you ought to check him out”

“Certainly” replied the Doctor “have a seat son and catch your breath.”

Johnny flopped down into a large comfortable leather armchair in the doctors’ office.

The Doctor brought him a glass of water and in a concerned voice asked “Where did you get injured son?”

“Ah that bastard nailed me in the nuts” Johnny groaned “I’m going to fucking kill him”

“Now son, please watch your language, I will deal with Mr. Brown and see that he gets what he deserves” said the Dean.

“Alright son, just relax, were you injured anywhere else?” queried the Doctor in his soothing, professional tone of voice.

“No, just my nuts” groaned Johnny.

“Ok son, please remove your blazer and roll up your sleeve, I just want to quickly check you blood pressure and pulse” instructed the Doctor.

The Dean helped the still sore Johnny remove his smart blue school blazer. The Dean carefully placed it on a hanger and hung it up.

“Well son your blood pressure and pulse are rather high right now but that is understandable under the circumstances. Are you are able to stand up? I need to examine your testicles” said the Doctor.

“Ah yes, I can stand up Doc, ah…, does the Dean really need to be in here?” asked Johnny nervously. Being an only child he was not used to undressing in front of others, the Doctor was OK but not the Dean.

“I’ll wait in the outer office” said the Dean, “just holler if you need anything.” The Dean went into the outer office and closed the door behind him. The Dean walked to the entrance of the infirmary and locked the front door, placing the closed sign in the window.

Back in the doctors’ office: Johnny stood up somewhat unsteadily and slowly undid his belt. He unzipped the fly of his flannel gray dress pants and they dropped down to his ankles, revealing his nicely muscled thighs. He was wearing a bright red-striped pair of Joe Boxers which he quickly pushed down to his knees with an embarrassed sigh. The Doctor sat on a low stool in front of Johnny so that he was eye level with his dick.

“Alright son, please hold your shirt and penis out of the way” said theDoctor as he put on a pair of purple latex gloves.

“Now son, I’m going to have to feel your testicles and check for any possible damage. Just let me know if anything hurts worse than it already does.”

”OK doc” said Johnny with a slight quiver of trepidation in his voice, as he stared at the ceiling.

The Doctor gently cupped Johnny’s almost hairless, pink scrotum in his right hand. Then he had Johnny do the old “turn your head and cough” routine as he checked for hernias.

“Alright son, so far so good, no sign of hernia” said the Doc in a gentle, reassuring tone.

The Doc now turned his professional gaze to thoroughly assess Johnny’s balls. Of course unbeknownst to Johnny the Doc had a motive other than checking for damage. The kid’s balls were bigger than average, noted the Doc, about the size of large walnuts. Johnny carried his balls high though, close to his groin. The Doctor would have preferred low-hangers; they were much easier to work with. Johnny did seem to have some extra ball-sac though. The pink wrinkled scrotal sac hung in loose folds, and the extra skin formed a small flap that hung down about a quarter inch at the bottom of Johnny’s nuts. The Doc rolled each ball around between his thumb and fingers, feeling the shape and firmness of each individual testicle. Then he slowly felt above and behind each of the 18-year olds’ nuts, feeling out as much of the spermatic chords as he could, following them with his fingertips, back up towards the inguinal canal. The Doc could feel about a half inch of cord behind each testicle. The Doc made a mental note to himself that would have to loosen up the kid’s balls. But not right now.

As the Doc was gently squeezing Johnny’s testicles, the kid’s penis suddenly sprang to life all on its own. Within seconds it was up to its full throbbing 8 inches and a drop of pre cum appeared in his piss slit.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit, Doc, God damn it I am so sorry Doc” Groaned a completely mortified Johnny. “This has never happened in front of a guy before doc.”

The Doctor chuckled slightly “Now don’t worry son, it is a completely normal reaction. It just proves that you are a healthy young man and that everything is working fine down there” said the Doc as he released Johnny’s testicles. “Ok son, we’re done now”

A blushing and thoroughly embarrassed Johnny quickly hauled his underwear and pants back up and shoved his still throbbing boner into his pants. “So is everything OK, doc?” said Johnny as he finished tucking in his shirt and zipping up.

“Yes son, I’m sure you’ll be fine, your testicles are going to be sore for awhile though: maybe up to a week or two. You’ll have to avoid sports for awhile”

“Ah sure doc, no problem” replied Johnny as he was reaching for his blazer.

“Ah we’re not quite done yet son” said the Doc firmly. “I’d like to give you a tetanus shot, just as a precaution.”

“Ah sure doc, whatever you say” replied Johnny, not suspecting a thing.

“Now since your blood pressure is elevated right now I’m afraid the shot might make you feel a bit dizzy and light-headed so please sit back down in the chair. And roll up your right sleeve, thank you son.”

Johnny rested his right arm on the thick padded arm of the chair. The Doc swabbed his elbow with a bit of alcohol and lightly slapped the skin until he saw a suitable vein. Johnny didn’t really like needles and looked away as he felt the sharp jab of the needle. The Doc slowly forced down the plunger injecting the clear liquid into Johnny’s vein.

Almost instantly Johnny said “Gee doc, you were right, I am feeling kind of dizzy”.

“Well just lean back and relax son, close your eyes and rest for a few minutes”

Johnny closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to the sound of the Doctor’s mellow, soothing voice, “Just relax son, just relax….”

The anesthetic the Doc had given Johnny had an almost immediate affect and the handsome 18 year old youth was soon sleeping the sleep of the innocent. Blissfully ignorant of what was about to happen.

The Doc checked Johnny’s breathing and when he was sure that he was unconscious he called the Dean back into his office.

“Shit that took long enough” grumbled the Dean.

“Hey, I didn’t want to make the kid suspicious” retorted the Doc

“Fell for the old tetanus shot routine did he?” queried the Dean

“They always do” said the Doc cheerfully.

The Dean regarded the prone figure of the gorgeous 18 year old slouched in the armchair. Johnny’s head was resting on his right shoulder as he breathed slowly. His right arm still rested on the arm of the chair while his left arm lay down at his side.

“Well let’s get this over with” said the Dean in a grim tone. “Shame about this one though” added the Dean with a hint of regret. “He was just starting to show some promise on the football team, we really could have used him this season”

“Well the college’s reputation is more important than the football team” replied the Doc, somewhat unsympathetically. He really did not feel sorry for Johnny or guilty about what he was about to do. Sure it was a shame to do the Procedure on a healthy young lad in his prime, a kid who had the whole world in front of him. But the Doc had come from humble beginnings and he had to work and work damn hard his whole life for every thing he had. Not like the rich brat in the chair. Johnny Cropley-Smythe never worked a day in his life and never would have to. Sure, when the Doc was finished with him he wouldn’t be bringing any more spoiled rich brats into the world, too fucking bad. The Doc almost relished the thought of ending the line of Cropley-Smythes.

“Get the bed ready while I undress him” The Doc sternly instructed.

First the Doctor slowly loosened and undid the knot in Johnny’s silk navy blue tie. He slipped it out from around the lads’ neck and neatly folded the tie and placed it on his desk. The Doc then undid the buttons on Johnny’s crisp white dress shirt, starting at the collar and working his way down. As buttons were undone the white t-shirt underneath was slowly revealed. The Doc gently tugged the shirt tails out from under Johnny’s belt. Pulling the two sides of the shirt apart revealed Johnny’s nicely muscled torso and pectorals, wrapped in the tight white cotton t-shirt.

“Give me a hand here” he said to the Dean “I don’t want to get his shirt all wrinkled”

“Stand behind him and push his shoulders forward while I slip off his shirt”. The Doc first pushed the shirt off Johnny’s right shoulder and halfway down his back, he had a bit of trouble getting the right arm out of the sleeve. Once the right arm was out though it was easy to pull the rest of the shirt out from behind Johnny’s back, off his left shoulder and then down and off his left arm. The Doc shook out the shirt and put it neatly on a hanger and hung it beside Johnny’s blazer.

Johnny was wearing one of those sleeveless “Wife-beater” t-shirts that really showed off his muscular shoulders and arms. A thick tuft of dark blond hair poked out from each armpit. It was getting late in the day and Johnny’s damp armpits smelled of man sweat and the remains of his deodorant. His small firm nipples formed two distinct points in his t-shirt. “We can leave his t-shirt on, it won’t get in the way” said the Doc

Next the Doc untied Johnny’s black leather patent shoes and slipped them off his feet. He didn’t bother removing his socks.

“I’ll need some help with his pants” he told the Dean, “stand behind the chair and when I tell you to, put your arms under his armpits and lift him up” instructed the Doc. The Doc undid Johnny’s belt and then pulled his zipper down as far as it would go. “OK lift now” The Doc grabbed Johnny’s belt and the waist band of his boxer shorts as the Dean lifted Johnny’s body just enough to raise his buttocks about an inch off the chair; then the Doc quickly pulled downwards on Johnny’ pants and underwear. Once they were past his hips and ass the Doc said “OK you can put him down now” The Dean lowered Johnny’s body and the kids’ bare ass squeaked against the leather seat. The Doc then slid Johnny’s pants off one leg at a time. The Doc neatly folded the pants, taking care to make sure that the kid’s keys and wallet didn’t fall out, and placed them neatly on his desk. He just kicked Johnny’s underwear off to one side.

The Dean whistled appreciatively when he saw Johnny’s big thick penis for the first time. “The kid’s got quite a dick on him, doesn’t he” said the Dean, somewhat jealously. “Not a bad set of balls either. Must run in the family, didn’t his cousin Alex have a pretty big dick too, when we did him last year?”

“Yes, I do seem to recall that his cousin was quite well endowed.” said the Doc. And glancing between Johnny’s legs again, the Doc added “And this kid does have a nice set of balls for an 18 year old. Certainly larger than most I’ve seen.”

“Not that they will do him much good now” the Dean laughed with a wicked grin on his face. “I hope the little brat beat off this morning.”

“I’m sure he did, probably before bed and again this morning” said the Doc, “Boys his age are just horny little sperm machines. Well lets’ get him onto the bed.”

The doctors’ office was equipped with a standard, adjustable hospital bed. While the Doc had been stripping Johnny the Dean had put on clean sheets and placed two firm thick pillows onto the middle of the bed.

Standing on either side and lifting him under the shoulders the two large men dragged the unconscious boy towards the bed and dropped him face down on the mattress. The pillows were under Johnny’s waist and from the side it looked like the kid was trying to fuck the pillows. This was assuredly the most embarrassing position Johnny had ever been in throughout his 18 years. His chest and shoulders rested on the mattress while his hips rested on the pillows. This forced the kids’ buttocks high up into the air. The kids’ smooth pale ass was almost hairless except for a thick trail of dark blond hair that ran up his ass crack like trees in a narrow valley. The pink rosebud of his tight virgin butt hole was visible, wrapped in its collar of dark blond hair. But this was not what they were interested in.

“OK we need to adjust his ass and legs a bit” said the Doc. Standing on either side of the bed they each grabbed one of Johnny’s muscular thighs and bending his knees they forced his legs forward. This further elevated his ass and allowed his ball sac to dangle down between his thighs, resting on the pillows. This completely exposed the back of Johnny’s scrotum, which was exactly what the Doctor wanted. The pink, almost translucent skin of the teenage nut sac really stood out in contrast to the pale whiteness of Johnny’s lightly haired thighs.

The Dean started puffing and said, “I’m getting too old to be lifting like this, wouldn’t it be easier if you just cut the kid’s nuts out from the front?”

The Doc answered somewhat irritably; “You know there is a slight chance the scars could be noticeable in the front, there’s no way the kid is going to see anything on the back of his balls. Now shut up and glove up so we can get this done.”

The Doctor had prepared all the instruments he would need for the procedure earlier in the day. As the Dean was putting on a pair of latex gloves; the Doc grabbed Johnny’s ball sac and started tugging gently downwards on the testicles within. The Doc wanted to get Johnny’s nuts down low into the scrotum and expose as much of the spermatic chords as he could.

The Doc then generously swabbed the back of Johnny’s scrotum with disinfectant.

“OK, that should do it, scalpel please” said the Doc.

Leaning forward the Doc cradled Johnny’s ball sac in his left hand and stared at the kid’s nuts intently for a few seconds. When he found just the spot he was looking for; he forced the tip of the scalpel deep into the centerline of Johnny’s scrotum, about a quarter inch above his balls.

Though the Dean had seen over a hundred castrations before; he always shuddered involuntarily at this point of the Procedure. The cold sharp steel of the blade easily penetrated the thin skin of the boy’s tender nut sac. The Dean cringed as the Doc nonchalantly pulled the blade downwards through Johnny’s delicate scrotum, like a hot knife through butter. The Doc quickly opened an inch long slit in between the boy’s balls and said: “OK that should do it, tweezers please”

Swapping the scalpel for tweezers the Doc used the thumb and index finger of his left hand to widen the slit in Johnny’s nut bag. He fished around inside the lads’ now open scrotum until he was able to hook the tweezers around the thick white tube containing the boys left spermatic chords. Tugging upwards on the chords with his right hand and squeezing the bottom of Johnny’s nut with his left, the boy’s slimy gray testicle soon popped out of its warm protective casing.

“So far so good, clamp please” said the Doc. The Doc expertly clamped off the spermatic chords attaching Johnny’s left ball to his body. The tight clamp immediately started crushing the chords, choking off the life of the boys’ testicle.

The Doc left the clamp in place for a minute to make sure that the blood flow had been cut off. Then he said to the Dean “Scissors please”. Using his left hand the Doc tugged the testicle outwards to pull the chords nice and tight. It took three snips of the scissors to cut through the thick sperm tubes and Johnny’s left ball suddenly came free in the Doc’s hand. The Doc calmly tossed the boys’ severed testicle into a cold steel bowl.

“Cauterizer please”. There was a faint smell of burning flesh as the Doc used the cauterizing pen to seal the exposed end of Johnny’s left sperm chords. When the Doc was certain that the wound was sealed and nothing was bleeding; he released the clamp and the remaining sperm chords slithered like a worm, back up inside the kid’s ball sac.

The Dean let out a deep breath as the Doc said, “Alright, one down, one to go!”

The second nut always went quicker.

Johnny’s now half empty scrotum was very roomy and loose and the Doc easily popped out the teens’ last remaining testicle. Within seconds he clamped off the kid’s right ball chords and the Dean handed him a new pair of scissors. The Doc gently lifted the spermatic chords between the blades of the scissors and paused for a second. All he had to do was cut, and the gorgeous 18 year- old youth on the bed would cease to be a man. Johnny would never masturbate again, never fuck a woman and never father a child. “Well sorry kid”, said the Doc to himself as he firmly pressed down on the scissor handles and the sharp blades mercilessly sliced through the thick sperm chords.

As Johnny’s last testicle fell into the Doctors hand the Dean laughed and said “Well I guess there isn’t going to be a Jonathon Cropley-Smythe the fourth.”

“Ah he can always adopt” said the Doc as he indifferently tossed Johnny’s right nut into the bowl with its twin.

“OK lets’ finish this up” said the Doc as he expertly cauterized and sealed the kid’s right sperm tubes. Johnny’s wounded scrotum was now a flat, wrinkled flap of skin, resting on the pillows. The Doc inserted two fake silicon testicles, the kind used for cancer surgery, into the empty ball sac. Using self-dissolving stitches he expertly sewed up the slit.

“Nice work as always Doc, the kid will never know” Said the Dean admiringly.

Then glancing at the steel bowl the Dean said, “Hey Doc, I’ve always wondered, what do you do with the balls afterwards?”

“Don’t worry” said the Doc, “they will be disposed of properly”.

Half an hour later, Johnny woke up with a sudden start as he felt hands around his throat. He quickly opened his eyes and saw the Doc adjusting his tie.

“Huh, what’s going on; what are you doing doc?” said the still groggy Johnny.

“Just relax son” said the Doctor in a soothing tone “You passed out; I was just loosening your tie so you could breathe better.”

“Holy shit doc, you mean I fainted?”

“Don’t worry son, under the circumstances it is totally understandable”

“How long was I out?”

“Oh about an hour I’d say”

“Shit, that long, damn Doc, my nuts still feel funny.”

I bet they do, thought the Doc to himself; “I told you they will be sore for awhile but everything will be fine. I’ll give you some painkillers and a note so you can get out of gym class. The Dean is waiting outside to escort you to your dorm.”

“Gee, thanks Doc, please don’t tell anyone I fainted.”

“Don’t worry son” the Doc said in his kindly tone, “No one will know what happened here”

Later that evening the Doctor walked to his house, just outside the campus grounds. As he approached home his Labrador retriever, Spike, came bounding off the porch with tail wagging to greet him.

“Hey Spike, whose a good boy, daddy’s home” said the Doc, addressing the exuberant dog. “Lets’ go out back daddy’s got a treat for you”

The happy hound followed the Doctor around the house to the back yard. “OK, you hungry, daddy has a special treat for you” Spike looked up at his master expectantly as the Doctor reached into his coat pocket and removed a small plastic bag containing Johnny’s cold, dead testicles. The Doc dropped the boy’s nuts on the ground in front of the dog, Spike sniffed the testicles briefly then gleefully chomped down on Johnny’ nuts, chewing loudly as he swallowed the boys’ severed balls.

Six months later Mr. Cropley-Smythe was again sitting in the Presidents’ office. He had just finished presenting him with another large check for the Mandlerson College Heritage Fund.

Addressing the President; Johnny’s father said; “Well sir, I must congratulate you; you have really turned Johnny around. He’s like a completely different boy, he doesn’t party anymore, he’s respectful and his marks have greatly improved. How did you do it?”

The president got a wry smile on his face and said: “Well let’s just say that’s our little secret.”

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