"Andie, silence your little friend or we can be in big trouble."

"Shut up, Tina, you little bitch. This is for your own good. You were never any good as a boy anyway, and you'll be better this way, I just know it!"

"Nooooo God, please, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

The boy formerly known as Tony, now Tina, shrieked as loud as he could. But there was an acre of land surrounding them. I didn't want the boys to know that yet, they were so busy playing with a nick in Tina's ankle coming in, as far as they knew, we were still in their neighborhood.

"If the neighbors hear us, Andie, they'll put me in jail, and take you away from your mom. You have to stop him."

With that, Andie grabbed Tina's bloody and now inflamed from the swelling little peepee that we'd snipped just the night before. He had a pretty little uncut boy peepee but I wanted him circumsized, just to show I could do it. I made sure it was so tight that he looked much smaller and younger than his 11 year. As a boy he was precious, as a child slave, his penis looked like that of a four year old. But he was going to learn that some boys need to be neutered.

Andie squeezed the boys penile shaft along the stitches.

"You see, you stupid bitch. I own you Tina. You belong to me now and if I tell you to shut up, if Sir tells you to shut up, then dammit, you shut up."

Then Andie grabbed Tina's ankle and bit him. Tina screamed a blood curdling scream, as Andie left teethmarks in the smaller child's flesh.

"Did he taste good, Andie?"

"You mean she, don't you Sir?"

"Well done, my boy, you're right. . . she."

"She's a bitch sir. . . ain't girl dogs a bitch? Well, Tina's a real bitch."

"Andie, sweety, Tina is a little girl before we make him into a puppy, and at that time she'll be a bitch. . . you want him to be your bitch? And you'll be the one that owns him even as a pup?"

"Only if it will make you happy mister. And only if it makes Tina cry. I'm sick of having to carry this pus around anymore. He got punched in the mouth two weeks ago by a 4th grader and cried because he had a little blood. He's a faggot."

I slapped Andie so hard he fell to his feet.

"Andie, I won't tolerate hate speech in my home. You're proving yourself to be a good little boy, so I don't think I'll dress you in drag like I had planned. And judging from how you bit him, you are a dog deep down, but as young as you are, there is a puppy waiting to be born.

But we have work to do."

Tina's back was strapped down, his little legs pulled up high and his elbows placed in the crevasse of his knees, forcing his boypussy up into the sky and his little genitalia almost pointing at his young mouth.

"Now, we twist the sac 360 degrees, son, until you feel they're about to pop."

"Yessir" the brave boy said as he rotated his young friends hairless jewels. "I think they're about to pop now sir."

"Well done, my boy, well done. I'm very proud of you. Now take this knife, it's been sharpened with a diamond sharpener, and slice right across the wound part in one movement. Any more than one clean cut and it will hurt him. Right now, he'll only cry from fear."

"So this is really a kind way to do it?"

"Of course, son, you're supposed to be kind to girls you know."

"Please, Andrew, don't do it! Please!!!"

"You're such a pussy Tina. . . my name's Andie now, and you're gonna remember it."

And with that, Andie took his friends boyhood. The lifeless, limp, red and still blood soaked peepee was left intact, for now.

After showing the boy how to extract the nutties, I gave him a cooking lesson. A little garlic, a little olive oil, and you slice the little boy oysters paper thin. We served them to each other, and we fed some to Tina. . . it was the least we could do.

Andie asked if he could keep the scrotum, and so we left it out to dry. It would make a nice wallet for him, or maybe a dog collar, for my puppy in training.

Tina was about to enter womanhood, and Andie was about to become a stud.