It's God's Will

It’s God’s Will

Four years ago, Robert Lee (not his real name) was released from prison after serving three years for attempted rape. It wasn’t his first rape-just the first time he got caught. Sex-his lust-had ruined Robert's life. His wife committed suicide after his conviction-he had tried to rape her little sister. The state terminated his parental rights to his son, who was seven years-old at the time, granting custody to his wife’s parents.

He turned his life around in prison, though. He found Jesus. His cellmate, Howard, was a follower of the Apostolic Faith Church, which is a worldwide religious organization, with international headquarters in Portland, Oregon. The church is a fundamental, evangelistic, church, so Howard had the duty to win Robert to the Lord. It took some time, but, for three years, neither he, nor Robert, were going anywhere.

Before Robert was released, Howard gave him some names of other followers of his church in Portland. He also gave him a letter of introduction.

“Give this letter to Ron, or Pete. You have their addresses. They’ll see that you have a place to live and work. Get your son. Take him with you. Most people in the church home school their kids, so you won’t have to worry about enrolling him in school in Portland. Kids are taught in small groups in homes of Church people to avoid the corrupting influence of public schools.”

“Hell, they won’t let me have my son. I’d have to kidnap him.”

“Well...,” Howard replied. “I just told you that you won’t have to enroll him in school. Change both your names. The Church will take care of you-see that you have work. You have a duty to raise your son in the way of the Lord.”

Lee never bothered reporting to his parole officer. He picked up his son as he was walking home from school-took him to Portland. That’s when he became Robert Lee-his son, David Lee. He named his son after the minister of the church.

Pete and Ron took care of him. He was given an apartment on the Church grounds, and went to work for the Church. Davy attended school with a group of other Church kids in one of the homes.

The Apostolic Faith Church is huge. It occupies the equivalent of at least ten city blocks in Portland. Every year during the first two weeks of July, they hold their annual international camp meeting in Portland. Believers from around the world attend. They had plenty of work for Robert maintaining the grounds and buildings. They never bothered to report to anyone that he worked for them.

Robert and David were expected to attend all regular Church services, and there were regular group meetings. During one meeting, Pete and Ron called Robert into a room for a private meeting.

“Robert, do you like it here?”

“Sure, this is the first time I really felt like I had a home, felt welcomed.”

Howard told us why you were in prison. I know you’ve found the Lord, but sex has always been your downfall. We’ve noticed how you’ve been eyeing some of the women. For your good, as well as the good of the Church, we can’t have you raping any of our women.”

“It’s tough, but I think I can handle it,” replied Robert. “I have the Lord now.”

“What we want to do-what we insist on-will help you handle it. As long as you stay here, we’ll take care of you, but, to stay, you’ll have to be castrated.”

“Cas...Castrated?

“Think about it, Robert. What have your balls done for you, except get you in trouble? Think about how much easier life would be, if you didn’t have sex on your mind all the time.”

Robert knew that what Pete said was true. Sex had been on his mind almost all the time lately, but...to have his balls cut off?

He, Pete and Ron knelt-prayed about it. Robert realized that this is what the Lord wanted him to do.

“Wh...When?” he asked.

“We’ll do it tonight. We’ll go over to the infirmary. Ron was a medic in the Army. He can do it, himself. We’ll give you a shot. You won’t feel a thing.”

The three of them went to the infirmary. Pete gave him a disposable razor which Robert used to shave his pubic hair, his scrotum, and the area on his legs next to his balls. Then they had him lie down on the table in the doctor’s office. He felt a prick the first couple of times that Ron stuck him with a hypodermic needle, but didn’t feel anything when he sliced open his sack.

Ron knew what he was doing. It wasn’t the first orchiectomy that he had performed. It was a regular practice at the Church to control those who couldn’t otherwise control their sexual desires.

Robert didn’t feel anything when Ron slit his scrotum on the left side. He watched with a mixture of fascination and horror as the blue-white testicle popped through the slit. He felt a tug in his abdomen as Ron stretched the cords. Ron clamped the cords, sutured above the clamp, then snipped them. Robert’s left nut came free in Ron’s hand. After he completed the procedure on the other side, there were two nuts in the bowl.

The procedure was successful. When the testosterone was flushed from his body, Robert no longer woke up with a hard-on. He thought about women occasionally, but more from habit than lust. He felt more content than ever before in his life. He had the Church-Jesus. He didn’t need his balls.

When Robert lost his balls, David was only ten. He still had two and one-half years before he would hit puberty.

Puberty didn’t, at first, make a big impression on Davy. Hair started growing above his penis and on his balls. His dick seemed bigger-it was hard when he awoke in the morning, but he was never allowed to see any TV programs, or watch movies with any sex in them. He only got to watch G-rated movies. All he knew about sex, he had learned before he was ten.

By the time he was fourteen, even at a Church some of the boys talked about sex. He overheard them talking about jerking off, but he had no idea how to do it. He flopped his cock around some-it got hard, but nothing else happened. Then, one night, he had his first wet dream. It both frightened and intrigued him.

A few days later in the gym, a boy was straddling one of the parallel bars. He started moving his hands back and forth on the bar starting at his crotch, joking with his friends. Davy got the idea. He tried it on his bar that night in the bathroom.

When the cum spurted from his throbbing cock, he stared at it in fascination. He hadn’t realized that his hand could be the source of so much physical pleasure. When it was over-his cock was soft-he felt guilty. His dad lectured him constantly about the evils of sex-warned him not to “touch himself.” Until now, Davy really hadn't known what his father meant. He told himself-promised God-that he wouldn’t do it again, but, before twenty-four hours passed, he had to make his vow all over again.

No matter how many times he promised himself, or God, he couldn’t leave it alone. The more he tried to ignore his throbbing cock, the harder it got, until he had to take it in his hand, to begin stroking it. The guilt never came while it was hard, while the cum was shooting from it. It only came afterward, when it was over, when his cock was soft.

When his father found cum stains on Davy’s sheets, he went ballistic. He pulled down Davy’s pants-beat his bare bottom with his belt.

“Sex is evil. It’s a sin to spill your seed on the ground, says the Bible. Do you want to go to Hell? Don’t ever do it again!”

Davy didn’t...for two whole days, he left it alone. At least he was careful not to leave any cum stains for his father to find. He saved his jerking off for the bathroom.

One day, just as the cum started spurting from his cock, the bathroom door opened. His father grabbed him-the cum was still shooting from his cock. Robert didn’t wait to grab his belt, but started slapping-punching-Davy-kneed him in the balls-left him curled on the bathroom floor in agony.

Robert went to see Pete and Ron that night.

“I’m afraid that it’s in the blood. Davy won’t leave his cock alone. I beat the shit out of him, told him not to jerk off-warned him not to jerk off-but it did no good. I caught him doing it again tonight. I’m afraid that he’ll grow up to be a sex fiend like I was.”

“I’m afraid that you might be right, Robert, but we can nip this in the bud before he really gets into trouble,” Ron replied.

“Do you mean, castrate him? But...he’s only fourteen.”

“Now’s the time to do it, Robert. Without balls he won’t be distracted by sex. He can devote himself to God. Look at how much happier you are now. You are, aren’t you”?

“Yeah, I’m much happier without my balls. I guess we’d be doing him a favor. When are you going to do it?”

“Actually, I’m going to let you do the actual cutting. I’ll assist you, tell you exactly what to do. I’ll make the preparations, the sutures and stitches, but since you’re his father, you need to do the actual cutting. I’ll do everything else, but you have to cut the cords. That way, neither you nor he can say that I cut off his balls.”

“When are we going to do it?”

Bring him over to the infirmary tomorrow night about eight.

The next night Robert told Davy, “We’re going over to the infirmary. Ron’s has something that will help you with this jerking off problem you have.”

Davy was curious, but too afraid to ask his father what it was. He didn’t want another beating.

When they walked into the office, Ron, Pete, and two other guys from the Church were there.

“Hop up on the table, Davy,” Ron said.

He climbed up. He didn’t have much choice.

When two of the guys grabbed his arms and Ron pulled off his pants, he panicked.

“Wha...What’re you gonna do,” he cried.

“We’re gonna take care of your little masturbation problem, Davy. You don’t want your father to have to beat you. When we’re through, it won’t be a problem. You’ll find it much easier to be a good boy-to serve Jesus.”

They still hadn’t told Davy what they were going to do. When they shaved his bush and his balls, he yelled, “Don’t cut off my cock.”

“Don’t worry, Davy. You’ll still have your cock. It won’t be getting hard all the time, but you’ll still have it.

He yelled when Ron stuck him with the needle-more from fright than pain.

They held him down-waiting for the anesthetic to take effect-talking to each other as if he weren’t there. After a few minutes, Ron started poking him “down there” with a needle.

“Do you feel that, Davy?” he asked.

“Na...Na...No,” Davy replied.

Ron sprayed some antiseptic all over his balls. They held his head down so he couldn’t watch.

Ron made a small slit in Davy’s scrotum on the left side up near the base of the sack. When he squeezed the sack, Davy’s left nut popped out.

Davy strained, trying to lift his head to see what was happening, but they were holding him too tightly.

Ron clamped the cords, sutured them above the clamp, then picking up a scapel, handed it to Robert.

“Cut them right here, Robert,” he said, pointing to cords about where they were clamped.

“Cut what?” Davy was thinking What were they going to cut? But, he couldn’t feel anything. He couldn’t tell what was happening.

Robert sliced through the cords. Davy’s left nut fell into Ron’s hand. When Ron released the clamp, the cords disappeared into the slit in Davy’s sack. Then he made a slit on the other side. When he squeezed, Davy’s remaining ball, his right nut popped out. The blue-white orb hung there by its cords. Ron grabbed the last of Davy’s manhood in his gloved hand-pulled-stretching the cords. He clamped, sutured-showed Robert where to cut. It joined its partner in the dish. When he released the clamp, the cords retreated back into Davy’s body. He stitched up the small slits, cleaned up the blood. He was through. Davy was a eunuch-a eunuch so that he could better serve God..