The List

Lying on his bed, leafing through a magazine, Colin O'Neil looked up when he heard his name spoken. "Hey, O'Neil." It was Ben Stimson, another boy in his dorm, who stood at the foot of his bed. On his stomach reading the magazine, Colin hadn't noticed him. Twenty-five boys shared his dorm; he didn't look up every time someone walked past.

"Hey, Stimson," Colin answered.

"You're taking it well," said Ben.

"What do you mean?" asked Colin.

"You're on the list. Didn't you know?"

Colin sat up quickly. "You're fucking with me. I'm not on the list." His grades placed him in the upper twenty percentile of his class. They only had to place him in the upper forty percentile for him to avoid castration. Next year, his last year of school, he would have to score better than the seventy-five percentile on his finals to avoid it, but he'd never fallen that low yet. He'd even bragged to the others that he would make it through school with his balls. Stimson no longer had his. He'd been castrated the year before. Actually, sixteen of the twenty-five boys in Colin's dorm had already been snipped.

"Sorry, Man, you're on the list," said Ben. "See for yourself. They just put it up."

Jumping out of bed, Colin ran out of the dorm and down the hallway. The bulletin board with the list was next to the entrance to the cafeteria. Several boys, some with long faces, some laughing and clapping each other on the backs, were gathered around it. One of them, one of the happy ones, turned his head to look at Colin as Colin pushed his way to the front of those crowded around the board. "You made the list, O'Neil," Stan Crider said, smiling.

Colin and Crider had been enemies from back when they first entered school. Colin couldn't even remember what had first started the animosity between them, other than that Crider was a pompous prick, who bragged that he was so smart that he would never be castrated. And he was smart, seldom scoring below the ninety-five percentile on any exam. He probably would skate though school, retaining his balls, one of only ten percent of the boys that started school with balls that kept theirs. Until today, Colin thought he, too, would keep his.

Ignoring Crider, he scanned the list. Sure enough, he saw his name and the date under the heading of "Scheduled for Surgery" of 17 June, a week from today. Reaching up, he touched the board, underlining his name with his finger. He closed his eyes, willing it to be gone, but when he reopened them, his name was still on the board, right above his finger.

He rubbed his finger across his name as if to erase it. It did no good; his name was still on the board; and it would have done no good, had he been able to erase it. The list was a computer printout. Stored on some hard drive, his name was on the list of boys to be castrated. A week from today, someone would escort him to the clinic and one of the many cutters -- as the boys called the physician's assistants that did the castrations -- would cut off his balls. He'd be like Stimson and the others, sporting a limp cock and an empty ball sac below it.

Looking down the list, he saw Robert Wilkins name on the list, too. Robert was his friend, but it didn't surprise him to see Robert's name on the list. Robert had scored only 55 percent on the finals and had already accepted that he'd lose his balls.

"About time you were snipped," he heard Crider say. "They should have snipped you the first day."

Colin turned. "Fuck you, Crider." Colin raised his fist. He wanted to hit Crider. He wanted to hit someone, but fighting alone could cost him his balls. Maybe it was a mistake; surely it had to be a mistake. He'd talk to his dorm leader, Mr. Levi. Dropping his hand to his side, Colin turned and walked down the hall toward Levi's office.

"Enjoy them while you've got them," he heard Crider call after him. "One more week, O'Neil; then they're gone." Colin shot him the finger. Crider laughed.

Colin knocked on Mr. Levi's door, then entered when invited. "There's been a mistake," he told Levi. "My name's on the list. It shouldn't be."

"It's no mistake," said Levi. "You're scheduled for next week."

"But, why?" said Colin. "My grades are good enough."

Levi turned to his computer, typing in Colin's name, then pressing enter. "Homosexual activity," said Levi. "You were seen giving Robert Wilkins a blow job. You were told upon entering school that any homosexual behavior would result in castration. Only boys fit to breed get to keep their testicles. Since you're gay, you won't keep either your testicles or your penis. You and Wilkins will have both removed."

"I'm not gay," said Colin. "We were just fooling around. Robert knew his grades weren't high enough to avoid being snipped. He wanted to fool around while he still had balls. We were jacking each other off, and one thing led to another." Of course, although there was no rule against jacking off, one wasn't supposed to touch another boy's cock, even though many did.

"You sucked his cock. That's going to cost you yours. You say you aren't gay, but that sounds gay to me."

"Well, what the fuck do you expect? You keep us here, separated from any contact with girls, and don't expect us to have sex with one another? Other boys jack each other off; and they aren't snipped."

"They are," said Levi, "if they give each other blow jobs."

"Who told on us?" asked Colin.

"That's privileged information," said Levi. "You know I can't tell you."

Colin thought back to that night when Robert had crawled into his bed and started blowing him. Without thinking, he had reciprocated. They had cum simultaneously, each spurting into the other's mouth. He'd thought everyone else in the room was asleep; but someone must have been awake and had either reported them or had told someone that had.

"But -- please -- can't you do something? At least let me keep my cock" He'd seen boys that had lost both cock and balls, left with a half inch stump above an empty ball sac. Everyone, even those without balls, made fun of them. Faggots whores, everyone called them. Although it wasn't actual policy, they could be fucked without putting one's own balls in jeopardy, since, without cock or balls, they weren't really any longer boys. Colin had never fucked one -- there weren't enough of them to go around -- but he had wanted to. With a stub of a cock and a shrunken, empty scrotum, they looked like girls. Some even had tits.

"It's out of my hands," said Levi. "You might as well resign yourself to it. Come this time next week, you'll be snipped."

"But --"

"That's all, O'Neil. Now leave. I have work to do."

Colin went looking for Robert. He found him in the rec room playing a video game. "I'm getting snipped," he told Robert.

"Yeah," said Robert. "That's tough. I saw your name on the list."

"They found out about the blow jobs," said Colin. "They're going to cut off our cocks, too."

Robert just shrugged.

"Don't you care?" asked Colin.

"What, that my cock's going to be cut off? Hey, I knew I was going to get snipped. If I don't have balls, what do I need a cock for?"

"But you'll become a fuck toy for the older boys," said Colin. "Rumor is some of the staff even fuck the nullified boys."

Robert smiled. "I hope they do. I'd like for Mr. Thompson to fuck me. He's a cool dude. I'm sorry you're getting snipped, though. I would have let you fuck me. I'll let you do it now, if you want."

"You want to get fucked? Then --"

"Then I'm gay? Yeah, I've always known that I was. Do you think you're the first guy I've blown? I've been blowing guys since my first year here. I've even blown Mr. Levi. I'm surprised I've kept my cock and balls this long. Hell, I've always wanted mine cut off. Even when I was a kid I wanted them cut off. Ever since I saw my first nullo I wanted mine cut off."

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"But, now," said Colin, "you've cost me mine."

"Hey, I didn't ask you to blow me. It surprised the hell out of me when you did. Not that I didn't like it. It was great. You give good head."

"But, if they've known all this time you're gay," said Colin, "why haven't they snipped you before now?"

"I don't know," said Robert. "Maybe they knew I'm not smart enough to make grades good enough to keep my balls. Maybe they didn't cut them off because I told them I wanted to be snipped. Maybe it helped that I gave Mr. Levi and a couple of others on the staff blowjobs. Hell, they get horny, too."

"But they're going to snip you now."

"I didn't pass," said Robert. "I could have. I flunked that test on purpose. I want to get snipped. I want to be a nullo. They don't have any choice now, since I flunked. Besides, they couldn't very well snip you without snipping me."

"Why should they want to snip me?" asked Colin.

"Stan Crider," said Robert. "He's their fucking pet. Even if his grades weren't so good, he probably would never get snipped. His father, fucking rich as he is, takes care of certain members of the staff I've heard. Crider hates you. He's been trying to get you snipped for years. The blowjob you gave me was just an excuse to snip you."

"But who told them?"

"I don't know," said Robert. "It could have been anyone. I saw a couple of heads rise up when you swapped ends to suck my cock. Hell, it might have been Crider; it probably was Crider. He knew you blew me. He told me that he did."

"When did he tell you that?"

"The other night when I blew him."

"You blew Crider?" said Colin.

"Sure, I've been blowing Crider for a couple of years now. He's a shit, but he has a nice cock, a nice body, and you have to admit, he's cute as hell. Physically, he's a fucking god. It's just his head that's all fucked up. I wasn't blowing his head." Robert laughed. "Not that head, anyway."

Robert glanced down at Colin's crotch. Glancing down at Robert's, Colin saw that Robert's cock pressed against his sweats, the hard pole forming a tent. Robert looked around. No one was watching them. He placed his hand on Colin's crotch, rubbing it over his balls and cock. "Let's go fuck," he said. "What can they do to us, if they catch us now? They're going to cut off our cocks and balls, anyway."

Colin was pissed at Robert. He had cost him his cock and balls. OK, so Robert hadn't asked Colin to blow him, but had he not crawled into Colin's bed that night, none of this would have happened. Still, his anger was offset by his stiffening cock. As on that night, when his cock was hard, he couldn't think properly. Besides, as Robert had just said, what did he have to lose? They were going to cut off his cock and balls anyway. Why shouldn't he get some use out of them first?"

"Where can we go?" said Colin. They couldn't go back to the dorm. It was still daylight. People were awake and would be in and out of the room.

"I know a place," said Robert.

The place was a little used utility room. Robert lay on his back, raising his legs, presenting his hole to Colin. He could tell it wasn't the first time Robert had been fucked. His dick slid too easily into Robert's hole. Robert jacked off while Colin fucked him, shooting onto his stomach as Colin filled Robert's ass with his spunk.

They spent over an hour in the room. Colin blew Robert again, discovering that he liked doing it. He didn't even mind the taste of Robert's spunk and swallowed all of it. Before they left, he let Robert fuck him. It hurt at first; Robert's cock was bigger than his; but after a while, it felt good.

Before the week was out, Colin had given a couple of other boys in his dorm blowjobs. Neither of them had blown him, knowing what giving a blowjob had cost him, but one of them had jacked him off. Like Robert had said, what did he have to lose?

Then, the day arrived. He reported to the clinic on schedule. What else could he have done? He couldn't run away. A high fence surrounded the school.

They didn't sedate him, injecting his cock and balls with a long lasting anesthetic instead. Once they were numb, the cutter made a cut high up on his ball sac on each side, popped out one of his balls, tied it off, then snipped it off, placing it into a metal bowl. Then, he popped out the other one, tied it off, then snipped it off, too. Just like that, in the space of no more than an hour, Colin was a eunuch. He'd been snipped. He no longer had balls.

The cutter went to work on his cock. That took longer. He'd cut for a while, cauterize some blood vessels, then cut some more. After what seemed a long time, he slid Colin's cock off the catheter he'd placed in it. It was a strange sensation watching his cock being slid off. It was numb. He didn't feel a thing; but all he had left was a half inch stub.

Although most boys, once snipped, were sent back to their dorms the same day, since Colin had his cock cut off, he was kept in the infirmary until that had healed enough for them to remove the catheter. Robert was snipped later that day.

After a couple of weeks they were back in their dorm. Each boy had a half inch cock and an empty scrotum. Before the month was out, Robert was letting other boys fuck him. "I love it," he told Colin. "I love being a nullo."

Although a couple of boys had asked to fuck him, Colin had refused, but one night, Aaron Richart crawled into his bed, and instead of protesting, Colin raised his legs, presenting his hole to Aaron. After that, at least one boy shared his bed each night. Once in a while, Colin even climaxed. It wasn't so bad being a nullo. He wouldn't have chosen it. He'd never wanted to be snipped like Robert had, but now that he had been, it wasn't the end of the world.

A couple of months later, after he was healed, Colin was in the shower. In came Stan Crider and two of his cronies. "Hey, faggot whore," said Crider. "I'm going to fuck you. We're all going to fuck you." The three of them, naked, all had erections.

Colin knew he couldn't fight them all. He looked at Crider. Robert was right. He had a nice cock; he was handsome. Robert had fucked Colin, and he'd liked it. Why fight it? They were going to fuck him anyway. He felt a stiffening in his groin, a tightness, as his stub and the part of his cock below the skin filled with blood. "How do you want it?" he asked.

Crider's eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're not going to fight us?" he asked.

"Why should I," said Colin. "I'm a faggot whore, aren't I?" He reached down, stretching out his empty ball sac. "I have no balls. I get fucked every night. I like it."

"I cost you your balls," said Crider. "I'm the one that told."

Colin shrugged. "I figured it was you."

"You don't hate me for it?"

"I did at first," said Colin, but they're gone, aren't they? Hating you won't bring them back. I don't really miss them much anymore. I did at first, but not now. Do you want me to blow you first? I think I'd like to suck your cock."

"You're fucking weird," said Crider.

"That's the only way I can have sex, isn't it? I can't fuck anyone anymore. But I give good head. I haven't had any complaints yet. I like getting fucked, but I like giving head even more. I think I've always been hot for you. I wouldn't admit it to myself when I had balls; I was afraid I was queer, that I'd be snipped. But now that I have, I've discovered it's not as bad as I thought. Robert loves being a nullo. I can't say that I love it; but I don't hate it, either."

Colin's gaze dropped to Stan's hard cock. "You have a nice cock. I want to suck it. I want you to cum in my mouth. I was jealous of you before. You're so fucking smart." Colin laughed, a self deprecating laugh. "and so fucking good looking. I knew you'd never get snipped, but I was afraid I would be. Now that I have been, that's no longer a worry, is it? It's happened. I might as well accept it. I think I'll even like it after a while."

"We might get along, after all," said Crider. "We'll never be friends. I can't be friends with a ball-less boy; but you're hot without cock or balls. You can blow me first." He lay down on the floor.

Colin knelt between his legs. Taking Stan Crider's cock in his hand, he licked it around the rim of the glans; then licked the shaft of it, plopping Stan's balls into his mouth one at a time as he came to them. They tightened against the base of Stan's cock. Next, Colin took the head of Stan's cock into his mouth, glancing up at Stan's face as he did. Stan had his eyes closed. Robert was right. With his eyes closed, Stan looked angelic, like a god; Dionysus came to Colin's mind.

He took Stan's cock into his mouth, feeling it strike the back of his throat. He'd learned on Robert's to do that without gagging. Stan thrust with his hips, plunging his cock farther into Colin's throat. "Fuck, you're good," he heard Stan say; then, "Shit, I'm going to cum." Colin felt the first of Stan's spunk strike the back of his throat. He could taste the now familiar taste, the unique taste of spunk, as Stan shot into his mouth. He swallowed it. He swallowed all of it. His nose and mouth butted against Stan's pubic hair; Subsiding, Stan's cock, still filled his mouth. Stan's hand caressed the top of his head.

That's when he did it. Colin bit down, clamping down on the base of Stan's cock with his teeth, grinding his teeth into it, shaking his head from side to side, holding on like a bull dog. His mouth filled with Stan's blood. Colin swallowed it, unwilling to open his mouth. He felt his teeth meet; Stan was screaming, trying to push Colin's head away from his cock. Finally, Stan succeeded; but by then, he had no cock. Bitten off next to his groin, it had come away in Colin's mouth.

Rocking back on his heels, Colin took Stan's cock out of his mouth. Stan, his screams a high pitched wail, clutched at his groin. Stan's friends stood around with their mouths open. Colin bit off the head of Colin's cock and swallowed it whole; then began chewing the rest. He didn't intend there to be anything left for them to reattach.

Finally, come to their senses, Stan's friends grabbed him, rescuing a part of Stan's cock; but by then, it had been well chewed. Colin had even swallowed more of it. They hit him, but Colin didn't care. He'd had his revenge on Stan Crider.