Screenplay version

The scene is set out in the country on a Spring afternoon. There is an unmade-up track running between hedgerows. A group of pre-teen boys come along, doing a cross-country run. All are wearing trainers, ankle socks, royal-blue vests and white running shorts. When nearly all have passed, JASON and RICKY come into view, similarly dressed. The boys’ running shorts are cut very short and wide in the leg, the material almost see-through in the strong sunlight.

Ricky. Let’s turn off here, Jason. Just follow me! (He wriggles through a gap in the hedge. Jason follows).

Jason. Why, where are we going, Ricky? Don’t we have to try and catch up with the others?

Ricky. You’ll see!

(The camera follows the boys along a winding path to the shell of a building, without doors, windows or roof. They go in.)

Jason (looking round) What’s this place?

Ricky. Part of an old farm I guess. Hasn’t been used in years.

Jason. But why have we come here?

Ricky. On a cross-country run there’s no sense in going further than you have to. Now if you follow the path along the side of this field and then cut through the wood on the far side, you come on to the road back to school. You save a couple of miles! It’s easy, then, just to join in behind everyone else.

Jason. Sounds a smooth idea! Hell, though, I need a wee, I’m busting.

(Jason pulls down his shorts and steps out of them. The camera zooms in on a lacy thong which he now pulls right down, showing his penis, very short, and the gap between his thighs- no balls or scrotum. Jason has had his balls taken out and is a boy-eunuch, unable to have sex.)

Ricky. I need a wee as well. (He also pulls his shorts down, showing that he too is a boy-eunuch. The boys wee against the wall, standing with feet apart. The camera zooms in, showing how difficult it is, with such tiny penises, to direct their aim.)

Ricky (while weeing). That’s a pretty cool thong you’re wearing. Where did you get it? I’ve only got plain ones.

(Before Jason can answer there is the sound of feet on the path. The gap in the hedge parts to reveal Roddy. He too is dressed for a cross-country run).

Roddy. What a lot of bare bums! Is it a party? Can anyone join in? Wait. (He pulls his running shorts off, and the camera zooms in. Roddy has sturdy thighs and a good strong rounded bum, but although he is three years older than Jason, and a year older than Ricky, his penis is the smallest of all three boys’).

Ricky. Hello, Roddy. You’ve discovered our secret!

Roddy. I discovered it a year before you did, young Silva. Won’t you introduce your friend?

Ricky. Of course. Jason Price, meet Roddy Fisher.

Jason (his jaw dropping) Are you – are you the Roddy Fisher?

Roddy (laughing). If you say so!

Ricky. Come off it, Roddy, you’re famous!

Roddy. That’s quite enough of that. Price, you’re new, aren’t you? How long have you been at the school?

Jason. Only since the start of the autumn term.

Roddy. Why were you “cut”? If you don’t mind my asking.

Jason. My aunt, that I used to live with, had it done. She lied to me. First, there was only going to be an examination on my privates. They told me that my balls were diseased. It wasn’t true. There was nothing wrong with my balls, but she made the doctor take them out just the same.

Roddy. Why did she do that? She must have had a reason.

Jason. Because she wanted to bring me up as a girl. After I lost my balls she began dressing me in girls’ clothes, with petticoats and lacy knickers. She had a horrible book with illustrations of boys dressed up in girls’ things, school uniforms, party dresses and all sorts. The boys who modelled them had all had their balls taken out.

Roddy. I’ve seen the book. You can get it from a website called “Petticoat Discipline”. It’s really sick! Some boys are made to wear nappies and rubber knickers, imagine!

Jason. My aunt even sent me to a girls’ school. It was all supposed to make me think and act like a girl. It didn’t work of course. Though I’d lost my balls I was still a boy, with a boy’s cock. I was a misfit in every way, in that school.

Roddy. That was a ridiculous idea. Boys can’t even begin to be like girls. Girls’ minds run on totally different things, like how their boobs are growing and whether they can use tampons yet.

Ricky. And letting their skirts ride up so that boys can see what they’ve got between their legs. Like Simon’s girlfriend Melanie. She does it all the time, opening her legs, letting you see her knickers…..

Roddy. Yes, she does. But, Jason, did you ever have sex with a girl?

Jason. No, I never got near to having sex. I used to think about it a lot, though. I used to get a hard-on several times a day and at night I’d try to jerk off in bed, but nothing seemed to come out. I was never a nuisance with girls and I could never have made a girl pregnant.

Roddy (with a sigh). And now I guess you never will. (He pauses). Ricky?

Ricky. Much the same, I guess. My cock wasn’t big enough to give a girl a good time, and I couldn’t make sperm. I tried and tried but I wasn’t old enough.

Jason. But you still had your balls taken out. Had you been pestering girls?

Ricky. You must be joking. I never knew any girls to pester.

Roddy. Tell Jason about Dr Geller, just like you told me.

Ricky. I used to live with Dr Geller in Malaysia. She arranged for me to come to school in Britain. She even found my grandparents in the USA. I owe her everything.

Roddy. You still feel like that about her, even though she castrated you?

Ricky. She had no choice. She made a living by neutering boys.

Jason. That’s gross! When I was done, there was a horrible fat old doctor, who loved feeling round boys’ private parts, and….

Roddy (interrupting). Lots of old men like to play with boys’ balls. Go on, Ricky.

Ricky Dr Geller wasn’t like that. She was very beautiful and very kind, but there was this man she knew – I don’t understand it all, but she was somehow in his power. He used to bring her truckloads of boys that he’d rescued from the camps. Dr Geller had to clean them up and feed them, and when they were fit, they were all castrated.

Jason. Why did they have to be castrated?

Ricky. They were sent to the Middle East, to be servants – slaves really – to rich Arabs. Boys like that are always castrated. It’s part of the culture, to make certain they can’t screw Arab girls.

Roddy. But you didn’t go to the Middle East, Ricky. So tell Jason why you were castrated.

Ricky. Dr Geller thought there was a chance I might go to the States. And if I did, there were laws that prohibited boys like me – of mixed race, that is – from ever getting married or having children.

Jason. Or fucking girls.

Ricky. Well, that’s quite obvious. Boys who have their balls taken out can never fuck girls; everybody knows that. Anyway, Dr Geller made it quite clear to me that I should be castrated, because I didn’t need balls, and I believed her, so I asked her to take them out, before I changed my mind.

Jason. What then?

Ricky. Dr Geller gave me a choice. Most boys, these days, get their balls pricked. (Roddy nods: he had his balls pricked). It’s like an inoculation. The doctor injects the boy’s balls and they dry up. That way, I’d have had to spend the next three weeks while the drug took effect. Dr Geller said she could take them right out, it would take about twenty minutes. I agreed at once!

Jason. What was the attraction?

Ricky. Because then it would be all over and done. No time for regrets, wondering if I’d done the right thing, watching my balls beginning to shrivel up.

Roddy. A bit late then!

Jason. So, Ricky, you wouldn’t have known much about it, your operation. You’d have been unconscious, yes?

Ricky. No, you’re quite wrong. Dr Geller gave me a local anaesthetic in the top of my leg, then propped me up with pillows, so I could see. I saw it all, how she took one ball out and then the other, and stitched up my nut-sac.

Jason (admiringly) That’s the bravest thing I ever heard!

Ricky. I felt very strange afterwards, for several days. So many things taken off the agenda, all at once. I could never be a man, I knew. And when my penis began to shrink and wouldn’t go stiff anymore, I was no longer completely a boy.

Roddy. It’s not unusual to feel like that. Everyone knows that boys who have had their balls taken out are much quieter and better behaved, and of course, sex and girls are right off the agenda. Besides, it’s impossible for the boy to get an erection however great the temptation. It’s when your testosterone dries up.

Ricky. I don’t think I was old enough to make testosterone.

Jason. No, however young you are, I’m sure there’s something that you lose when your balls are taken out. Before, I was always getting a hard-on. Now, I never do.

Roddy. Lucky you!

Jason. Whatever do you mean, Roddy? You can’t have wanted to lose your balls.

Roddy. No, perhaps not that, but I was scared witless about puberty and what it would do to me. There was no way I wanted hairy legs and a hairy ass. Already I’d found out I could sing a bit, and that gave me some freedom, whenever I had to go to the recording studios. I didn’t want to lose all that. I began to wish I’d been “done” when I was about ten, when I went to the children’s home.

Then I met Simon Scott. He was boarding with my parents at the time. Simon was good at all sorts of things and everyone liked him. One day I saw him in the shower. He had a nice body, that anyone would have been proud of, but I saw he had no balls and only a tiny little cock, like a thimble. I knew, then, that I wanted to be like Simon. I didn’t want big balls and an enormous cock. I wanted to stay as I was, and if the only way to do that was by losing my balls, well then…….

Ricky. You should have been a page-boy in France, before the Revolution.

Roddy (laughing). Yes, they all had their balls taken out, didn’t they? It kept their faces smooth and pretty, and there were no tell-tale bulges in the front of those silk tights they had to wear.

Ricky. I’ve seen them in pictures. They looked ever so cute. I’ve read about them too. They were called “Enfants Doux” because they were supposed to become more sweet-natured, after their balls were taken out. I wonder if they really were!

Roddy. Unlikely, I’d say. They often were made to wait behind the curtains on a bride’s wedding night to watch the girl having sex for the first time. Just imagine, only being able to watch and know you could never “do it”?

Jason. (interrupting) Why did you say “ten”, Roddy? It’s a bit young to lose your balls if you’re only ten.

Roddy. You answered that yourself, a bit ago. By the time you reach thirteen you know how to jerk off – how nice it is to rub the end of your tool, even if you can’t get a proper orgasm. Then you get your balls pricked and you can’t jerk off anymore. But if you’re only ten, you probably don’t know how to jerk off, so you don’t miss anything. At the children’s home, it was usual for boys to get their balls pricked on admission. There was a nurse who called round in her van to do it. (He pauses, remembering.)

All the new admissions had to line up in the waiting-room. The nurse made them take their shorts and pants down. Then she called them in one at a time and did them.

Ricky. Roddy, you had your balls pricked, I know. What’s it like – does it hurt?

Roddy. Well, I can only speak for myself, but no, it didn’t hurt. In fact I was fast asleep when it was done. When I woke in the morning, my balls itched – you know what it’s like if you get stung by a wasp, when it begins to wear off? A really bad itch, like that.

Ricky. And afterwards?

Roddy. The itching stopped after about a day and everything looked normal down there. Except, when I pinched my balls, I could hardly feel anything. That’s because the stuff they use, it’s called Neutersol – destroys the nerve-endings. Then it seals off the blood supply.

Jason. And then your balls dry up?

Roddy. Yes, they wither away to nothing, just as if they’d been cut right out. The effect’s just the same. And your nut-sac shrinks until it’s just a fold of skin. In time it’s difficult to find where it was, even. (He pauses. The other two boys are looking at Roddy’s tiny penis.)

You’re dying to ask why I was circumcised, aren’t you? Nothing to do with sex or girls….

Jason (interrupting). But it’s often done for that, isn’t it? Boys get their cocks circumcised to discourage them from fiddling, and because circumcised cocks are less sensitive and don’t go stiff all the time…..

Roddy. Yes, that’s true. But it wasn’t like that, with me. For some while, after I had my balls pricked, my cock looked much the same as before, like most boys of my age, thin and sort of pointy. But then, just like yours, Ricky, it began to shrink. I had a lot of loose foreskin that I could play with if I wanted, but there wasn’t much point. I couldn’t jerk off. Then, somehow, I picked up a germ – balanitis they call it. I’ve no idea how. Stuff started coming out, it smelt horrible. Matron got me down to the City Hospital where the doctor decided, as I’d been castrated already, that a “tight” circumcision was the answer – to guard against any future infections.

Jason. What’s a “tight” circumcision?

Roddy. It’s when the doctor removes every last bit of loose skin, right up to the knob of the boy’s penis. You see the effect? My cock is permanently curled over. I think it looks a bit like a pink shrimp! It would be different if I ever got a hard-on, the skin would be stretched too tight, but it does for peeing through. (He sighs). And that’s all it will ever be used for.

(He glances at his wristwatch). Hey, look at the time. We’d better get moving if we’re not going to miss call-over. (He pulls his shorts up and the other boys do the same). There’s a bus-stop on the main road. Everyone got their student bus passes? Right, let’s go! (They all set off running and the camera fades out).

(Later that day the camera shows the three boys in Roddy’s study).

Roddy. I found this the other day. Or rather Jon Roebuck found it and showed me. He loves to look at pictures of girls in their knickers, and vids and movies of boys and girls having sex.

(The camera zooms in on the screen of Roddy’s laptop. This lights up to show a sequence of pictures drawn in Japanese Kentai style. The boys’ comments come as a voiceover).

Sequence 1. A boy and girl in their early teens meet in a bedroom. Both are nude. We are shown the girl’s rear view – nice bum – the boy full frontal with a (not very big) erection).

Roddy. So here they are! Not bad, eh?

Ricky. If you look carefully you can just make out her fanny-lips at the top of her legs. Look, Jason!

Jason. That boy’s balls are still in. Doesn’t look as if he could do much, though.

Roddy. Just you wait!

The camera moves to Sequence 2. The couple are kissing and the girl is fondling the boy’s penis, which is growing noticeably bigger with this treatment.

Jason. She certainly knows what to do! If only I could have met a girl like that.

Sequence 3 shows the girl bent over the boy sucking his penis, which slides in and out of her mouth. The boy’s eyes are half closed as the pleasure heightens. The camera pans across to the three boy-eunuchs whose eyes, by contrast, are growing wider and wider as they watch, spellbound.

Then the camera switches to Sequence 4. The girl straddles the boy’s recumbent body, guiding his rigid penis into the lips of her vagina. She flexes her knees, so that the boy’s penis slides in and out of her love-passage. After a few seconds of this they try a new position, the girl reclining, open-legged, against a pile of cushions, for the boy to fuck her with long hard thrusts of his powerful penis. They come together, crying out with the joy of it.

In the final sequence the couple lie side by side holding hands. Their faces register pure affection. The boy’s penis lies limply on his tummy. From the girl’s open vagina-lips an ooze of cum and love-juices drips on to the bed-covers.

The camera, panning across to the three boys’ faces, registers a contrast of emotions. Roddy looks tight-lipped, a picture of inexpressible frustration and longing. Jason has an abstracted air – he has one hand up the leg of his shorts fiddling with his penis. Ricky has a faraway look. He alone can find any words.

Ricky (dreamily). And as soon as they’ve had a rest, they’ll have another go! I’m happy for them! (A smile briefly plays across his lips and his eyes close).

FADE OUT.