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The following day Tyler wondered if his vist to the castration website had been a bad dream. Silly question, but had Cecil been for real? For all Tyler knew Cecil might well be a 50 year old man who got his kicks playing mind games with little kids. That certainly seemed more likely than a 15 year old enunch trying to convince other kids to get fixed. The website was all a hoax Tyler decided, it had to be. But try as he might Tyler could not get it out of his mind. Should he tell his parents about what happened? No, Tyler decided, at least not right away. He'd wait a few days before bringing it up. If his parents started to act weird towards him he'd know something was coming down and at that time he'd tell them about his going to the website and that it had all been a mistake. He didn't really want to be unmanned. But, if in a few days time, they were not looking at him funny, or asking any strange questions, Tyler would know he had nothing to worry about and forget it. And even if the website was real his parents would never go along with anything so crazy as having their own kid fixed.
Tyler spent the afternoon with his best friend Ron Peterson. Playing video games Tyler asked off hand, "Ron do you know how they castrate boys?" "I've never seen it done but I'm pretty sure they use a knife," Ron replied and then giggled sort of nerviously. As was the case with many other boys he found the question of castration both interesting and uncomfortable. Lots of boys had more than a passing interest in the subject but few would admit to it. "I know that, that's not what I meant," Tyler snapped back. " What I mean is how do they get the kid to the doctor. Do the parents just drive him and does the kid go along willingly. Or do they send someone to take the kid and will that person use force if the kid chickens out at the last moment and tries to change his mind." "Maybe it can happen either way," Ron said off hand. "I heard someone say that a white van comes to collect the kid and that the kid is striped naked and placed in a canvas bag for the trip to the cutter. But I guess that's pretty crazy. It's the sort of thing the people make up just to scare kids like the boogie man and all junk." "Who told you about the white van and the canvas sack?" Ron asked. "It's what lots of kids say," Tyler lied. He didn't want to tell his friend about the website. "I don't think it's true or not but I've heard about the white van," Ron said and to Tyler's horror added, "They say the driver carries a tranquilizer gun to use on any boy who tries to fight it," This was not what Tyler wanted to hear as it confirmed what Cecil had said. Then Ron added, "Maybe we should ask Victor." "Why Victor?" Asked Tyler. "Haven't you heard? The kids at school are saying that Victor is a nullo but he is trying to keep it a sceret." "What kids are saying that?" "Lots of kids. They say Victor won't show his dick to anyone and that the bulge in the front of his swimsuit looks fake. You know, like it's stuffed." Ron answered. "But you don't know for sure that Victor is a nullo.," Tyler said. "No, how could I?" Ron said. "Last winter everything was saying the same thing about Kevin Kramer," Tyler said. "They all said Kevin was a eunuch until he had enough and showed a bunch of kids his stuff. I'll bet that's what's going to happen with Ron as well. And you know what else, I don't believe there is a white van or a guy with a tranquilizer gun and I'm starting to think that there aren't even any kid eunuchs." "What?" Ron said. "But everyone says there are too boys who have been gelded," "Really Ron? Have you ever noticed that whenever you hear about a kid who has been castrated it's always a friend of a friend. Or it's someone's second cousin who lives about a thousand miles away. Or it's some kid who goes to some other school but no one knows where. Or maybe it's just a kid like Victor who people say might be a eunuch but no one really knows for sure until he shows them his balls and proves them all wrong. It's never a kid who goes to our school. It's never anyone we are really sure about. How do we know there even is such a thing as a castrated kid. Maybe the whole castration thing is just a big lie, a big urban legend created to scare us kids and keep us in line." "No that's not true," Ron said. "Kids really do get cut but very few of them talk about it. If you were castrated would you go around telling everyone? Would you even tell me?" "You can't keep something like that a secret," Tyler said. "Why not?" Ron wanted to know. "I hear they make fake dicks that look so real you'd have to get just inches away to see they were not the real thing." "Why have it choped off just to get a fake one?" Tyler said. "Why have it chopped off in the first place? The conversation died down and so did Ron's emotions. He felt bad for getting angry with Tyler. "Want to spend the night at my house?" he asked to show his friend that there was no hard feelings. "I can't, my folks need me at home tonight," Tyler said. And indeed Tyler's parents were expecting him home that evening. It was time for the boy's regularly scheduled maintenance spanking. Tyler had "spanking night" once every two weeks. The spankings were not a punishment for any wrong doing. Rather they were given to help Tyler maintain a proper attitude and to remind him that he lived in a house governed by rules and not chaos. For once Tyler almost of welcomed spanking night. At least it would get his mind off the website and the possiblity of being castrated. (To be continued)
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