My tablet pc tells me today I am visiting Bev, a single mother, white, with two boys and a girl. The oldest has turned ‘unlucky 13’ as we say at the Department. I must evaluate the conditions in Bev’s household as is required by law when the oldest male child reaches 13. Her case worker from public assistance has given me her income information, she is awarded no points at all on that, therefore her child’s academic performance, genetic test and behavior must be near perfect.

No, I don’t take children from their parents; I make sure poverty doesn’t perpetuate itself. Most poverty is caused by the single parent household and growing up in poverty tends to create future poor generations. Congress got tired of supporting poverty campaigns throughout the world as the ‘war on poverty’ so it initiated a new war on the poor. Overseas in third world countries the Food for Orbs program was started, the government gave away twice the food, but in exchange any male in the family aged 13 or over must allow a surgical nurse to remove their testicles. I was just starting elementary school then, and the population in that time till now dropped from 8.5 billon at its peak, to 6.2 billon, near 2010 levels. With the program a huge success, the next initiative was to point this solution at the immigration problem. All males found in the USA illegally were summarily castrated via a crushing device, including any children over 2, though young children were done through surgery, they were of-course shipped back home and didn’t have the balls to try again. Finally, Congress turned the law on our own poor; all males in single parent families below the poverty line will be evaluated, evaluation includes ability of the family to generate income, child’s behavior/parental control over the child, the child’s school performance and the child’s natural talents (and whether we would like to breed those talents). 95% of the children I evaluate fail, and must be fixed. Public relations was surprisingly good, the poor didn’t seem to notice mostly, and the rich and middle class loved it. Even the price is right changed the host’s ending to “help control the poor population, neuter poor boys.” Making sure poverty couldn’t perpetuate and reducing the amount of testosterone in society was paying off big already, with studies showing more benefits to come.

I entered Bev’s house and discussed with her the aid that my program could give her, she was very interested, we talked the normal case worker talk, her income was from a part-time job at McDonalds and of course the taxpayers, we also gave her family free healthcare and food stamps. She worked two jobs before and was getting the family on its feet, but then the economy took a dive and she was layed off of her slightly higher paying full-time job. I’d heard it all before. I passed Bev the papers, which she greedily signed as every poor person would, I told her it said we’d double her food stamps and triple her welfare check, and it did, it also said her children would have their testicles destroyed. I gave her $100 and told her to leave the house for the day.

I went into the living room where the children were watching TV. I showed them my federal agent badge and told the 13 year old Dylan and 10 year old Kyle to strip completely naked. At first they refused (points off) but I told them I was a federal agent and their mom would be in big trouble if they didn’t do what I told them. I did a complete physical examination of both boys, Dylan was of age, but Kyle would have to be done too to avoid having to pay a future visit. I reviewed school records, DNA samples and the like and the results were in. Dylan had scored a 92, higher than most boys, but still failing, his brother Kyle however scored 95 and was lucky enough to keep his balls, results indicated mental talents that would be useful, he would be tracked the rest of his life and picked up by my agency should we need his skills, had Bev not lost her other job Dylan too would stay male.

I unbuttoned my blouse, Dylan was immediately hard and I told him to jack off, he did. I then moved his hands and sucked him off. While I was doing it I put a device around his testicles, he was too caught in the pleasure to notice, and his brother and sister dare not say a word. As he released his teen spunk in my mouth I activated the device and he screamed in pain and then passed out. I removed the device and checked the scrotum for any chunks that might be savable, there were none. I propped Dylan up on the couch so he’d be comfortable. Then I saw Kyle crying, I went over to him and held him. I told him “Today is your lucky day, you’ll get to become a man, and you know when your brother would tease you and use his teen strength to hold you down, those days are over, I took away his man orbs and without them he’ll be weak and pretty soon, you’ll be able to do whatever you want with him. And you know, when you’re a teen and want to spread your seed with your hard pecker, instead of getting a girl pregnant, your eunuch brother’s ass can do the trick, it’s not gay cause he’s not a man anymore.” I then walked out the door leaving a big grin on a ten year old in-tact little boy alone with his unconscious nut-crushed brother.