“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s your name?”

“Dustin.”

Dustin had seen the kid in the halls at school, where they were right now. He was cute, and Dustin had difficulty keeping his eyes off him. He had smiled at Dustin on occasion.

“Mine’s Logan.”

“Cool. That’s a nice name.”

“Dustin’s cool.”

“I never liked it. It’s kinda dorky.”

“No, it’s cool.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. Kinda fits you.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Cute name – cute kid.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah. You’re gay, aren’t you?”

Dustin’s face burned. He probably was; he surfed the Internet looking for the free preview sections of every gay porn site he could find, and he jacked off looking at the pictures. He never looked for straight porn.

He sometimes jacked off imagining he was doing what he saw on the sites with a cute guy at school; he had even jacked off imagining he was doing some of those things with this kid, Logan.

“No! What makes you think I’m gay.”

“The way you look at me.”

A look of panic crossed Dustin’s face. Logan saw it.

“Hey, it’s cool. I’m gay, too.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped.

“You are?”

“Hell, yes. It’s the only way to go. Could you imagine sticking your thing into some slut’s slimy pussy?”

Dustin shook his head.

“No.”

“You ever done anything with another guy?”

Relieved to be talking to someone that didn’t think being gay was disgusting, Dustin no longer denied being gay.

“No.”

“Just jacked off?”

“Yeah. Have you?”

“Hell, yeah. Lot’s of times. You never had your dick sucked or anything?”

“No.”

“Want it sucked?”

Dustin shrugged.

“I guess – sure. Who’s gonna do it?”

“Me. Who do you think? I’ll bet you have a nice dick. How big is it?”

“Hard?”

“Of course, hard. What good is a soft dick?”

Dustin was a little embarrassed to say; most of the guys on the porn sites had huge dicks; and he thought his was small compared to them. He had heard one kid in his Gym class brag about having an eight inch cock, but he’d never seen it hard. He’d never seen a hard dick on any guy, other than on the porn sites.

He didn’t want to say, but if the guy was going to give him a blowjob – a fucking blowjob; was that awesome, or what – he’d see it, anyway.

“Almost six inches. Is that small?”

“Nah. That’s cool. It’s bigger than average. I’ve seen smaller.”

“How big is yours?”

“Seven.”

“Cool. I wish mine was that big?”

“How old are you, Dustin?”

“Thirteen.”

“How long you been jacking off?”

“Since the summer I was twelve. I tried it before, but nothing happened.”

“So you squirted the first time, when you were twelve?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you a dribbler or a spurter?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does the spunk dribble out of your cock or does it spurt?”

“It kinda spurts.”

Dustin held his forefinger and thumb about three inches apart.

“You ever tasted it?”

“What? My own spunk?”

“Yeah.”

“A couple of times. I kinda laid down on my floor with my legs over my head and jacked off into my mouth.”

“Yeah, I’ve done that. Did you like the taste of it?”

Dustin shrugged.

“I don’t know. Tastes kinda weird.”

“Ahh…does at first, I guess, but the taste grows on you. It’s better hot out of a cock.”

School was out. They had walked down the hallway and out the front door, while they talked.

“Do you have to get home? I can give you a ride, if you want.”

“You have a car? How old are you?”

“Sixteen, and hell, yeah, I have a car.”

“That’d be cool. I usually ride the city bus.”

“You got to go right home?”

“I don’t guess. My mom doesn’t get home from work until almost six.”

“She won’t call or nothing?”

“Nah, not usually. If she does, I can tell her I was down at the park or something.”

“Want to go to my house?”

Dustin could feel his heart pounding. Would Logan give him a blowjob? Would he want one in return? What would it be like to have Logan’s cock in his mouth? He knew he’d give Logan one, if he wanted it. Dustin’s cock was as stiff as a rod of steel.

“Sure.”

“How about your dad? Is he at work, too?”

“My dad left when I was three; I haven’t seen him since. I don’t even think my mom knows where he is. He doesn’t send child support or anything.”

“Must be rough, huh, not having a dad?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even remember the dude. I guess it’s hard on Mom. We don’t have much money.”

They walked out to the school parking lot.

“Is that your car?”

“Yeah.”

“Fucking cool. Did your dad buy it for you?”

“No. I bought it myself.”

“You bought it? How much did it cost?”

Logan shrugged.

“Forty-five, fifty thou, something like that.”

“Where’d you get that much money?”

“I kinda have this job on the side.”

“What kind of job.”

“I know some guys that like to take pictures of kids like you and me.”

“What kind of pictures?”

They were in Logan’s car. Logan slipped a CD into the player, turned it down some, so they could talk, started the engine, and sped out of the parking lot, burning a little rubber, as he did.

“You know…nude pictures and shit.”

“How much do they pay you?”

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on whether I’m just naked, or whether I jack off or something.”

“What’s something?”

“You ever watched any gay porn?”

“I’ve seen some of the previews on some of the sites.”

“Shit like that: suck a little cock, maybe.”

“Some old dude’s cock?”

“Nah, some kid’s cock, some cute kid’s cock. I could take you there, if you want? They’d pay you for some sexy pictures, even if you didn’t want to get naked. Of course, the more you do, the more you get paid. If you want - you and me could get it on and get paid for it.”

“How much?”

“Depends on what we did. We could start out slow, maybe just jack each other off. You ever have a guy jack you off?”

“No, I never.”

“It’s better than doing it yourself. You want to go? I can call them, if you want.”

“How much will they pay us?”

“Depends on what we do.”

“Say if we just jack off?”

“$500.”

“Each?”

“Yeah.”

“Just for jacking off?”

“Yeah. You let me blow you, and they’ll give us a thou.”

“$1000, if I let you blow me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Will somebody like see this on the Internet?”

“Nah, Man. Shit like this is against the law. There’s a market for the pictures and videos, though. Guys will pay big bucks to see you and me jack off. Want to go?”

“$500 for just jacking off?”

“Yeah. You gonna jack off, when you get home anyway, aren’t you?”

Dustin shrugged.

“Maybe – probably.”

“Anyone gonna pay you to do it?”

“No.”

“Well…let’s go jack off and get paid for doing it.”

“$500 bucks?”

“Yeah.”

Dustin thought about the things he could buy with $500, a PlayStation, an Xbox 360, lots of things, things his mother couldn’t afford to buy him. Maybe, by the time he was sixteen, he could buy a car like Logan’s.

“OK.”

“Cool. I’ll call them.”

Picking up his cell phone, Logan recalled a stored number and hit the call button. After short wait, he said:

“Hey. It’s me. I’m on my way over, OK?

He listened:

“Yeah. He’s with me, and he’s cool about the pictures. We’ll be there in half an hour. We’re on our way.”

Another short wait, while he listened.

“Nah. Nothing to worry about. Everything’s cool. See you in a bit. Bye.”

He ended the call.

“Everything’s cool.”

“Are they expecting me? It sounded like it.”

“I told them I might bring a cute boy with me. I didn’t mention your name or anything. Hell, I didn’t even know your name. OK?”

“Yeah, I guess. It just feels a little weird – have guys take pictures of you, while you jack off and all.”

“Haven’t you ever wanted anyone to watch while you jack off?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“It’s a turn on; besides, I’ll be there. You want to see me jack off, don’t you?”

Dustin definitely wanted to watch Logan jack off.

“Yeah.

About thirty minutes later, they pulled up in front of what had probably once been a warehouse of sorts. Dustin followed Logan into the building. A man came out to greet them.

“This, your friend?”

“Yeah, this is Dustin. Dustin, say ‘Hi’ to Jonathan.”

“Hi.”

“So you want to be a movie star?”

“I don’t know – I guess.”

“I tell you what: we’ll start you out with some soft stuff, fully clothed shots, but we’ll have to find some clothes that fit you, but don’t worry about that. We have all sizes. We want some sexy pictures, nothing hardcore.”

“How much am I going to get paid?”

“Didn’t Logan tell you?”

“Yeah.”

“Whatever Logan told you, we’ll pay you.”

They had come to a long hallway. Doors, some open and some closed, were set into it. Coming out of a room on the far end of the hall, a man walked toward them.’

“That’s Robert. Go with him. He’ll find you some suitable clothes.”

“What about Logan? Isn’t he coming?”

“Logan will join you later. The pictures won’t be anything you wouldn’t show your mother. If you want to do some hardcore stuff later with Logan, he’ll be here. Go on, OK? I have some business to talk over with Logan.”

Reluctantly, Dustin went with Robert. Even if he wanted to back out, he wasn’t sure they’d let him.

Once Dustin had disappeared into one of the rooms, Logan turned to Jonathan.

“What do you think?”

“He looks good. Any complications?”

“Nah. He lives with his mom – no dad in the picture.”

“Did anyone see you with him?”

“Someone might have seen me talking to him in the hall, but no one saw him leave with me. I doubt if anyone will make a connection, but even if they do, I’m not going back to that school.”

“You sure no one knows who you are?”

“Hey, I just hung out in the hallways and shit. It’s not like I enrolled in the fucking school. No one there knows my name. Will he do?”

“He’s perfect. What’s has he done sexually?”

“Nothing much; jacked off; that’s about it. He’s never done nothing with another guy.”

“That’s good. Well train him right.”

“You gonna do him?”

“Of course.”

“Just his balls, or are you gonna cut off his dick, too?”

“We just do his balls here – not much to it. The doc will come out later to do the rest..”

“You gonna do him, now?”

“No one followed you here, did they?”

“Hell, no! I checked; no one followed us. Why would they? We were just a couple of kids driving home from school.”

“We’ll do him, now, then.”

“Can I watch?”

“Yes, but if you want to get close, you’ll have to wear a mask, and you’ll have to stay behind the camera. Don’t want you in the picture, while we do him.”

“That’s cool. I want to get close enough to watch.”

Jonathan took a couple of cokes out of a small refrigerator. He opened them; dumped some powder in one of them, and handed the one without the powder in it to Logan.

“I’ll hang onto this one; wouldn’t want you getting them mixed up.”

They walked down the hallway and went into the room into which Dustin and Robert had disappeared. With his back to the door, Dustin was stepping into a pair of shorts. He had on a tank top they’d given him on.

“Hey, Dude. Whoa. Turn around and let me see what you got.”

One leg in the shorts, Dustin dropped the shorts to the floor and turned around. His cock, half hard, drooped down and to the left, but stuck out from his crotch.

He was a little embarrassed. He was afraid they’d think his cock was too small.

“You have a nice cock.”

It wasn’t cut. That was good. Most customers didn’t want boys with cut cocks. They liked to pretend they were back in the old days – or something.

Logan handed Dustin the coke he’d taken from Jonathan. Dustin took a drink. He was thirsty; it was good; he drank some more. Logan gestured toward the couch.

“Let’s sit down. You don’t need your shorts.”

Taking Dustin’s hand, Logan led him to the low couch.

“Drink your coke, and I’ll help you off with your top.”

“You gonna get naked, too?”

“Of course.”

Dustin drank the coke; Logan helped him off with his top, took off his clothes, and sat down beside Dustin. By that time, Dustin’s cock was hard.

“Are they gonna take pictures?”

“Not yet; they want us to jack off a couple times first – you anyway. Otherwise, you’ll get off too soon.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve done this a lot of times. It’s old shit to me. Want me to jack you off?”

“Yeah – I guess.”

Fucker. If you only knew what was about to happen to you.

He grabbed Dustin’s cock and jacked him off. It didn’t take long. A few strokes, and the kid shot.

“Did you like it?”

The men, out of the room, were taping everything on hidden cameras.

“It was cool. You want me to do you?”

“Why don’t you blow me?”

Logan wanted a blowjob from the kid; the kid probably wouldn’t be any good at it, but he did have a virgin mouth. That counted for something.

“I don’t think I’ll be any good at it.”

“All you have to do is open your mouth and not bite. I’ll tell you what to do.”

Dustin wasn’t good at it, but he had a hot mouth. When Logan came, he pulled his dick out and shot on Dustin’s face. The always wanted a cum shot. Afterward, he smeared his spunk over Dustin’s face with his hand, but Dustin didn’t care. He was already a little high from the drugs in his coke.

“Did you like that?”

“Yeah. Fuck. It was cool. I really sucked your cock, didn’t I?”

Dustin wiped off some of Logan’s spunk that was running down his face.

“Why didn’t you cum in my mouth? I wanted you to.”

“They needed a cum shot.”

“Are they filming?”

“Hell, yes. You’re a star, Kid. You just starred in your first porn flick.”

“Cool.”

“Come into the bathroom with me, and we’ll clean you up.”

As they stood in the bathtub, Logan picked up a safety razor and a can of shaving cream.

“We’re going to shave your pubes and under your arms, OK?”

Having seen boys on the porn sites with shaved pubes, Dustin had shaved his before. He’d never shaved under his arms, but he was cool with it. He had little body hair otherwise; the hair on his arms was fine and barely noticeable; his leg hair was a little longer, but not too noticeable.

The kid had a raging hard-on; it was the fucking drugs; so Logan jacked him off. They dried off.

“We’re going to do something different.”

“Cool.”

By now, Dustin was so high, he was ready for anything.

“We’re gonna do a scene, where they pretend to cut off your balls. It’s all pretend, of course, but it’ll look real. You want to act like you’re cool with it, that you want your balls cut off, OK? Do you think you can do that?”

“Yeah – sure.”

“OK. We’re going into kind of an operating room. A nurse and a doctor will be there. Just go along with whatever they say. When one of them asks if you want your balls cut off, say, ‘Yes. Please. I don’t want them any longer.’ Can you do that?”

“Yeah. I can do it.”

“Cool.”

The nurse was a girl about fourteen years-old. Her nurse’s outfit consisted of a nurse’s cap and nothing else.

Walking up to Dustin, she fondled his balls, ignoring his hard cock, and said:

“Are you sure you want these cut off.”

“Yeah. I don’t want them any longer.”

“Say, ‘Please’,” she said. “Say, ‘Please cut them off.”

“Please. Please cut them off.”

“OK.”

She led him over to the table. A man, garbed in a surgical gown and wearing a surgical mask stood beside it. The ‘nurse’ helped Dustin onto the table and put a strap across his chest. After splaying his legs and strapping them to the table at the ankles, she smeared his groin with a brown liquid.

“The doctor’s going to give you some shots down there. The first couple might sting some.”

She winked at him.

“OK.”

Dustin figured it was all part of the game. The way he felt just then, it wouldn’t have mattered to him, had they told him they were actually going to cut off his balls. As high as he was, he would have gone along with anything. He had never felt so good.

There was a little sting as the doctor gave him injections in and around the balls, but the pinpricks were nothing. It was actually rather cool, Dustin thought.

“It will be a little bit of a wait,” the girl said, leaning over him. “This will help pass the time.”

She jacked him off, cleaning up the mess afterward, and taped his cock to his stomach. She waited a few more minutes.

“Do you feel that?” she asked, poking his balls with a pin.

“No.”

“Good. We’ll get started.”

She moved up, leaning across his chest, looking into his face.

“Do you like girls?”

“I don’t know. I guess.”

He liked her. She was the first real girl he’d ever seen naked. Despite what he’d told Logan, he would like to fuck her.

As she talked to him, sprawled across his chest, so he couldn’t see past her, the doctor bent over his groin. After a few minutes, Dustin felt a tugging, a pulling sensation, down there somewhere, but he didn’t think much of it; it didn’t hurt. The doctor placed something in a metal bowl.

“Halfway there,” the girl said, grinning.

She kissed him, giving him a little tongue, continuing to lean over him. After some minutes, he felt another tug. The doctor placed something else in the bowl.

“All done. You’re no longer a boy,” the doctor said.

She kissed him again.

Dustin grinned, going along with the game.

Before they let him up, they showed him what the doctor had put in the bowl, two oblong shaped, whitish colored things, with pink cords attached to them.

“Is that what balls look like?” Dustin asked.

“Of course,” the girl said, winking. “They’re your balls.”

“Oh, yeah.”

Grinning, Dustin went along with the game. They sure looked real, but then, he’d never seen balls out of their sac. When they let him up, he noticed he had stitches high up on each side of his ball sac.

Quizzically, he looked at the girl. She leaned over, whispering in his ear:

“They’re just for show.”

“Oh, OK.”

She handed him some pills and a glass of water.

“Here, take the pills.”

He tossed the pills in his mouth and washed them down with the water. She led him to a room, which had nothing but a sheet covered mattress in it.

“They really cut off your balls, you know.”

“They did? Cool.”

The way Dustin felt, everything was cool.

“They’ve going to cut off your cock, too.”

“Cool.”

It didn’t matter that she told him, he wouldn’t remember it; they never did. He wouldn’t remember her or his castration.

“Yeah, it’s cool, now. It won’t be. They’re not going to let you go home, you know. They’re going to rent you out to guys that are going to fuck you up the ass.”

The part about not going home concerned Dustin, but he was really feeling woozy.

“I think I got to lie down.”

He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Hearing his soft snores, the girl left, locking the door behind her. It couldn’t be unlocked from the inside.

Dustin awoke sometime the next day. He had a headache; he was thirsty; his balls were sore, and he had a funny taste in his mouth. He remembered getting a ride home with that kid from school, Logan, or something like that, but he didn’t remember much else. He had no idea where he was, why he was naked, why his head hurt, why he felt confused and muddled, or why his balls hurt.

He had stitches on each side of his ball sac. Why the fuck was that? It looked a little swollen, and was tender to the touch, but otherwise looked OK.”

He tried the door; it was locked. He pounded on it.

“Hey! Open the door.”

After a few minutes, he heard footsteps outside the door; he heard a click and it was unlocked. It opened. The kid, Logan, came in. Now, that Dustin saw him, he remembered his name.

Unlike him, Logan was dressed, but not in the same clothes he’d worn the last time Dustin had seen him.

“What the fuck, Logan? Where’s my clothes. Where am I?”

“You don’t remember anything?”

Dustin shook his head.

“Not really. I kinda remember you and me fooling around, but not much else.”

Some of it was coming back. They were going somewhere to have pictures taken, nude pictures, and he was to get paid for them.

“You gave me a blowjob. You don’t remember that?”

“No.”

Dustin looked down at his ball sac.

“Why do I have stitches down there?”

“You had your balls cut off, Kid.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, you asked us to cut them off, and we obliged.”

Gingerly, Dustin felt his ball sac. Although it looked full, he couldn’t feel balls – individual balls – inside. Had they really been cut off? He would never ask to have them cut off. He was still fucked up, dazed and confused. Was it all a dream?”

“I wouldn’t ask to have my balls cut off.”

“Sure, you did. We made a movie of it. You want to see it?”

“I want to go home.”

Tears flowed down Dustin’s face.

“You’re not going home, Kid. You might as well get used to the idea. Now, come on, I want to show you the video. It’s cool. You’re a real star. That video is going to make the company a lot of money.”

“I want to go home.”

“Come on. I’ll give you something to eat and drink, while you watch it.”

Left no option other than to remain in the room by himself, Dustin followed Logan.

They went to a room that had a big screen TV on the wall. Several couches were arranged in a semi circle in front of the TV. Jonathan, Robert, and a couple of other men were seated on the couches. The two other men were naked and had two naked kids with them.

At first, Dustin thought both of the kids were girls, but neither of them, as he had noticed about himself, had pubic hair. One of them had tits – not large ones, but she had tits – the other one didn’t. The girl had a vagina; the other kid had only a pink scar down the middle of his crotch. The boy looked younger than Dustin.

Jonathan spoke:

“Our star. Just in time. We were just about to start. Do you remember Erin?”

He gestured toward the girl sitting next to the man. She had her hand wrapped around his hard cock. She waved with her other hand.

“Hi.”

“She’s in the movie, too.”

Dustin shook his head, repeating, “I want to go home.”

Jonathan responded:

“Sorry, Kid. Might as well make the best of it. You’ll be with us for a while, a few years, probably, but if you’re good, we’ll eventually let you go. Sit down over here next to me, and we’ll watch the movie. Get him something to eat and drink, will you, Logan?”

By the time they let Dustin go, they would have moved several times; they never stayed in one location long. Logan left to get Dustin some food. By the time he came back, the video had started.

Dustin saw Logan lead him into a room. A girl was there. He glanced over at the girl on the couch. It was the girl in the video. Her hand, still on the man’s cock, was slowly stroking it, obviously not in any hurry to make him cum. When she saw Dustin looking, she smiled.

On the TV Dustin saw her reach for his balls.

“Are you sure you want these cut off.”

“He heard himself reply:

“Yeah. I don’t want them any longer.”

“Say, ‘Please’,” she said. “Say, ‘Please cut them off.”

The Dustin on the screen said:

“Please. Please cut them off.”

He saw what he hadn’t been able to see with the girl leaning across his chest.

The doctor made a cut high up on his scrotum and pulled out one of his balls, stretching the cords to it. He clamped the cords with a pair of hemostats and tied them off with sutures above the hemostats.

Holding Dustin’s ball between his gloved fingers, he snipped through the cord. Dustin’s ball came free in his hand. He dropped it into a metal pan.

“Fucking hot,” the man with the boy said. The boy was astraddle his cock, and he was pounding the boy’s ass.

In spite of himself, Dustin got hard.

“Hot stuff, isn’t it?” Jonathan said.

Reaching over, he put his hand around Dustin’s cock and stroked it. Dustin didn’t seem to notice. He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen.

The doctor made another cut, on the other side, high up on Dustin’s scrotum, and took out Dustin’s remaining ball. Stretching the cords, he tied them off, and snipped off Dustin’s other ball, dropping it into the metal bowl.

“Oh…oh…fuck,” Dustin said, but not because of anything he’d seen on the screen. Jonathan was pumping his cock, and he had just cum, about the same time the doctor had cut off his ball in the video.

Jonathan wiped Dustin’s cum off on Dustin’s leg.

“See. Nothing’s changed yet. You should be able to jack off for a while yet.”

“I want to go home.”

“Sorry, but that’s not gonna happen. Behave, though, and we’ll treat you OK.”

Hearing the man fucking the boy moan as he came, Dustin looked over at him. The girl was sucking her customer’s cock.

On the screen, he heard himself say, “Is that what balls look like?”

“Of course,” the girl on the screen said, “they’re your balls.”

“I’ve got something for you,” Jonathan said, grinning.

He reached over to the end table next to his end of the couch and picked up a wide topped bottle. Inside it were two oblong, whitish colored objects with pink blobs on one end. From the pink blobs floated the cords Dustin had seen the doctor cut in the movie. Without being told, he knew they were his balls. He took them, holding them up for a closer look.

“You won’t miss them. Ask Shawn.”

Jonathan gestured toward the boy, who finished fucking his client, was sitting alongside him. The boy answered:

“Nah. I don’t miss them; but you cut me before I hit puberty, so I never knew what it was like to have them. I miss my dick, though. I hate having to sit down to pee.”

“You always missed the toilet anyway, so you’re better off without it. The bathroom stays cleaner without you pissing all over the floor.

Jonathan grinned as he said it.

It was a casual conversation, as if cutting off the kid’s dick had been a most natural occurrence.

And Dustin was to find out it was a most natural occurrence. No boy inducted into the trade kept his dick for long.

For now, Dustin had just lost his balls. Cutting off his dick was more complicated.

After the movie, after they’d eaten, Shawn took Dustin to the dormitory to show him where he would sleep. Dustin had given up asking to go home. Obviously, he wasn’t.

“There’s an empty bed next to me. You can sleep in it.”

“They really cut off your dick and your balls?”

“Yeah. It’s no big deal. You get used to it. Of course, I’d never jacked off, so I don’t miss doing that. Most guys still jack off for a while, after their balls are cut off – before their dicks are cut off – so you probably can, if you want. You can fuck me, if you want.”

“You’d let me fuck you?”

Shawn shrugged.

“Why not? You’re cute; your dick’s about the right size, not too small or too big; I kinda get off on fucking; and I’d rather fuck you than one of the Johns. We can do it, now, if you want.”

They had walked into a room. In it were eight beds, a small table and a wall locker beside each. Two boys, naked, no cock or balls on either – they stood sideways enough to him that he could see they didn’t have any – were playing a videogame on a PlayStation. Although Dustin also saw an Xbox 360 under the TV, they had PlayStation controllers in their hands.

“This is the new guy. He’s going to sleep next to me.”

“Hi,” each boy said, only giving Dustin a cursory glance before concentrating once again on their game.

“The one on the left is Sam; the one on the right is Raymond. When they’re playing that game they don’t think about anything else. Your name is Dustin, right?”

“Yeah…and your name is Shawn?”

Dustin looked back at the boys playing the videogame.

“They don’t have anything down there, either.”

“No cock or balls, you mean?”

Dustin nodded.

“Yeah.”

“You’re the new kid. You’re the only one with a dick, and you won’t have yours long.”

“They’re really going to cut it off?”

“Just like they cut off your balls, Kid.”

“Why?”

“They have clients that pay good money for eunuch boys – you know – like in the old days, when they used to cut off a boy’s stuff all the time and have sex with him. Some guys like that shit, and will pay good money for a eunuch boy.”

“Like the guy you were fucking?”

“Yeah, like him.”

“What about the girl?”

“Erin?”

“Yeah.”

“They mostly use her in the videos and shit, but sometimes a John likes a little variety and wants a sweet young thing like Erin.

“Where does she sleep?”

“In here. She has that bed on the left by the door. Hey, it’s not like any of us are going to do anything with her. Have you ever fucked a girl?”

“No. I never fucked anyone.”

“She might let you fuck her. I saw how she looked at you. I think she likes you. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to knock her up; besides, she’s on the pill; and if you want to fuck, you better do it while you can. You won’t have that much longer.”

He nodded at Dustin’s dick, which was once again hard.

“How’s your balls?”

“Sore.”

“Yeah, you probably don’t want to fuck right now – too much pounding on them. I’d give you a blowjob, but I really don’t like giving blowjobs; I’d rather fuck. Sam might give you one, if you can ever drag him away from that game. He likes giving blowjobs. He used to blow Raymond, before they cut off Raymond’s dick.”

“Don’t you ever try to run away?”

“Where we gonna go? I don’t even know what town we’re in; we move all the time.”

“We’re in Cleveland.”

“No shit?”

“Where you from – originally, I mean? Where’s your mom and dad live?”

“I don’t have a dad – at least, I never knew him, and I’m not sure my mom even knows which guy she was fucking knocked her up. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a mom or a dad; she sold me to Jonathan. I guess if anyone is my dad, it’s Jonathan.”

“You like him?”

Shawn shrugged.

“I don’t know. I get punished, if I act out, but he doesn’t punch me or anything, like my mom used to. He’s OK, I guess – as long as we do our job.”

“Fucking guys?”

“That’s our job. It’s not so bad. Like I said, I kinda get off on it. It depends on the John. Some of them are nice – some of them are hot – some of them are assholes. Those – the assholes - you get them to cum, and you’re through, unless they want to pay extra or they’ve purchased you by the hour. That’s expensive, though. Most of them pay for one ejaculation and that’s it. Once you get them to shoot, give them a kiss, and you’re through.”

“Will they ever let us go?”

“Yeah, when you get too old to attract Johns, they’ll give you some bucks and drop you off somewhere.”

“They won’t kill us or anything?”

“No. Jonathan likes kids. He wouldn’t hurt any of us.”

“He cut off my balls.”

“That’s business. He’ll cut off your dick, too, but when he’s through with you, he’ll let you go with some bucks in your pocket.”

“When’s he gonna cut off my dick?”

“Hard to say. The guy that cut off your balls isn’t a real doctor; he’s just cut off enough balls that he’s good at it. They have a real doctor they’ll bring in to cut off your dick, but they have to fly him in from somewhere.”

Dustin found that he had no clothes in his locker. There was a toothbrush and other toiletries and Shawn had books and other personal items in his.

“You don’t need clothes. We never wear them. They keep the place warm; you’ll get used to it.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I know, but you will.”

As they sat on the Dustin’s bed talking. A couple of other boys came in. Neither of them, of course, had cock or balls. As Shawn had said, Dustin was the only kid that had either.

Later, Erin came in. She smiled, a big grin on her face.

“Hey, Dustin. How’re they hanging?”

Dustin heard laughter from some of the guys.

“Fuck you.”

“If you’re still man enough.”

She walked up to Dustin, cupping his ball sac in her hand.

“Is it sore?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ll be OK. Jason does good work. He’s probably castrated more boys than anyone in modern history. You’ll be sore for a few days, but – if you want to fuck then, let me know. You’re kinda cute, and it’s a turn on for me to fuck a boy whose balls I helped cut off. Sam over there was a good fuck – until they cut off his dick. Now, he’s not worth shit – not to me, anyway.”

“Do you like fucking those guys like the one in the TV lounge?”

“I didn’t fuck him; I just blew him. Sometimes, it’s OK, sometimes not. These guys will tell you. Depends on the John. It’s better than living on the streets. I did that for a while; I fucked guys; I had a pimp that treated me like shit; and I went hungry at times. Here, they treat me nice.”

She smiled again,

“And I get to help cut off boys’ balls.”

Dustin raised one eyebrow.

“You like that?”

“Oh, I like it a lot. Can I see your balls?”

Dustin had placed the bottle containing them on the top shelf in his wall locker.

“I guess.”

Standing, he got them and handed them to Erin.

“Can I keep them? Most of the guys let me keep their balls.”

“What do you want with them?”

“Kind of a keepsake – a souvenir.”

Dustin shrugged.

“OK. They’re not going to do me much good, I guess.”

“You won’t miss them. They’ll cut off your dick, before you start missing them, and without your dick, they wouldn’t have done you any good. Let me know when this baby…”

She cupped his balls again.

“Isn’t sore; and we’ll get it on. You never had a girl, did you?”

Dustin shook his head.

“You ever have a blowjob?”

“No.”

“Lie down, and I’ll give you one. I know fuckface didn’t.”

She gestured with a tilt of her head toward Shawn.

“He’s a slut. He likes to fuck; but he doesn’t like to blow guys.”

“You want to do it here – with everyone watching?”

Dustin held his hand out, palm up, toward the guys gathered round the TV. They had turned off the game and were watching a DVD.

Dustin later found out they didn’t have cable or local TV reception. They had a stack of DVDs and Jonathan bought more all the time, but they were given no clues about where they were.

“Hey, we fuck all the time and there’s always hidden cameras watching or cameras held up for close shots. If you piss or shit, it’s captured on tape, disk, or however they record it. If I give you a blowjob, it will be recorded. Hell, they might even sell it: ‘Castrated boy gets his first blowjob.’ Do you want one or not?”

Even if it were being recorded, even if his balls – well, his ball sac – were – was – sore, he didn’t want to pass up a chance at a blowjob, even if it were from a girl. Erin was hot; and she had helped cut off his balls. Maybe, she owed him a blowjob.

Besides, if they were about to cut off his dick, how many chances at a blowjob would he have?

Fuck! That morning – or whenever it was – he had just been a horny teenager worried he might be gay. Why had he ever accepted a ride from Logan?

He knew why he had, though. Even now, he thought Logan was hot.

It was over WAY too soon. Almost as soon as Erin closed her hot mouth around his cock, he came. She pulled her mouth away, allowing him to shoot all over her face.

“Sorry,” she said. “Always got to give them the money shot.”

“The money shot?”

“Yeah. The cum shot. They always want to see the guy shoot, and if he shoots all over the face, so much the better. You shot a good wad even without balls.”

“I wondered about that. How can I can shoot so much without balls?”

“Most of the spunk comes from you prostate or somewhere. Very little, I guess, comes from your balls.”

A week or so passed. Jason took the stitches out of Dustin’s ball sac. The swelling had mostly gone down, and Dustin definitely didn’t have anything inside his sac. He could press the sides of it together with his fingers.

He didn’t feel much different. He fucked Shawn, Erin, and Sam. The other boys only did it, when they had to do it.

He had his first John; and he got fucked. It hurt. The guy had a big dick. The second time, it didn’t hurt so much, and he even got off on being fucked, shooting his wad onto his stomach without touching his cock.

A few more times, and like Shawn, he liked being fucked. Sometimes, he shot; sometimes he didn’t; but if the guy wasn’t gross or a jerk, it was fun. He was gay; that was sure; but he still liked fucking Erin; although, now that she had his balls in her locker, she wasn’t so hot about doing it.

After about a couple of months or so, Jonathan called him into his office. Another man sat in a chair in front of Jonathan’s desk.

“Hey, Dustin. This is a friend of mine; he’s a doctor. I think you know what he’s here for, don’t you?”

“Yeah. He’s gonna cut off my dick.”

“Are you ready for it?”

Dustin shrugged. He couldn’t get his dick all the way hard, and it no longer spurted much spunk, mostly a little clear fluid. He got off on being fucked, even if he didn’t spurt.

Erin wouldn’t fuck his half-hard cock. Neither would Shawn; so why keep it.

“Sure.”

When he was more or less healed – the catheter out and all – they threw a party for him in the TV lounge.

“Cool,” said Erin. “Now, you’re one of the girls.”

She grinned.