Kim sat in the living room watching TV.

“Go get your bath,” his mom said. “You’ve got school tomorrow.”

“It’s early. I’m watching TV.”

“Roger’s coming over. You know you two don’t get along. It would be better that you’re in bed by the time he gets here.”

“Roger’s a pig.”

“Roger’s nice to me.”

“Roger just wants to fuck you.”

Walking over to where he sat, she slapped him.

“Watch your mouth; now, take your fucking bath; or I’ll let Roger tan your butt for me.”

Roger would like that. Once before, his mother had let Roger give him a whipping, and Roger had pulled down Kim’s pants before whipping his bare butt with a belt. Roger had ridiculed Kim’s penis and balls:

“What are you, a little girl or a little eunuch? I was born with a bigger cock than that, and you don’t have one fucking hair. You’re twelve, almost thirteen, and you haven’t even started puberty yet? Hell, I started puberty when I was eleven. Maybe, I should cut off your balls and keep you like you are. You’re a little shit, now. I can just image what a turd you’ll be, once you start puberty.”

“I’d rather stay like I am than grow up and be like you.”

“You smart mouthed little bastard,” Roger had said, smacking him across the butt with his doubled up belt. When he had finished, Kim had red welts on his butt and on the back of his thighs. He had tried not to cry, not wanting to give Roger the pleasure of seeing him cry, but it had hurt too much.

He didn’t want another such beating, so he went to the bathroom and began filling the tub. While it filled, he went to his bedroom and stripped, walking back to the bathroom naked. Sometimes, he sat naked watching TV. Until Roger had come into their lives, he hadn’t thought much about it.

He often saw his mother naked, and she saw him naked. Now, however, he always wore something around the house, except that he would walk back and forth to the bathroom naked, as long as Roger wasn’t around. He didn’t like Roger seeing him naked. Roger would make fun of him – of his small cock.

Kim didn’t mind having a small cock. He didn’t want it to grow; he didn’t want to grow up, if it meant he would be like them, be like his mother’s other boyfriends that had come and gone or be like Roger. For as long as he could remember, he had lain in his bed listening to them grunt and moan as they had humped his mother. None of them had cared about him. All they had cared about was fucking his mother.

He didn’t want to ever fuck anyone, and since he didn’t, he didn’t need a big cock. Each day, he inspected his cock and his balls: to see if they had grown; to see if he’d grown any hair down there. So far, he couldn’t detect any changes, except that his cock was often hard when he woke in the morning. He wished it would never get hard.

Kim was in the bathtub, when he heard the front door open. “Hey,” he heard Roger call. Roger never rang the doorbell. If the door was unlocked, he opened it and walked inside like he lived there; but Roger had his own apartment.

“Where’s the kid?”

“He’s taking a bath. He’s going to bed, once he’s through.”

The bathroom door opened. It was Roger. Kim covered his genitals with both hands.

“Hey, I’m in here,” Kim said.

“So,” said Roger, “we’re both guys.” He laughed. “At least, I’m a guy. I’m not so sure about you. Have you started growing down there yet? You got any hair yet?”

When Kim didn’t answer, Roger leaned over the tub and pulled Kim’s hands away from his crotch.

“Don’t,” Kim said.

“Shit! Still nothing. That’s the smallest fucking cock I’ve seen on a kid, even on a kid that hasn’t started puberty. You sure you’re not a girl?”

He grabbed Kim’s balls, squeezing them.”

“Ow! That hurts. Leave me alone.”

“I should cut them off for you. You’ll never be a man, anyway.”

“If it means being like you, I don’t want to be one.”

The last time Kim had said that, Roger had hit him with his belt. This time, he squeezed Kim’s balls harder, laughing as he did.

“Ow…ow!”

“If I cut off your balls, your cock won’t ever grow; did you know that?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t push me kid. I just might do it. I’ve nutted dogs and pigs. I don’t reckon nutting a kid would be that much different.”

After giving Kim’s nuts another squeeze, Roger stood, whipped out his cock, and peed on Kim.

“See, I can do anything I want to you, Kid. Maybe, I’ll have you suck my cock. Would you like to suck a real man’s cock?”

Out of frustration, Kim was crying.

“I’ll tell my mother what you did: that you peed on me.”

Roger stuffed his cock back in his pants. After zipping up his fly, he put his hand over his crotch.

“She likes this too much. You think she’ll care? She’ll just laugh about it.”

He turned and walked out of the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door behind him. Jumping out of the tub, Kim shut the door and pulled the stopper from the bathtub drain. He wished they had a shower, but they didn’t. He’d have to refill the bathtub with clean water to wash off Roger’s piss.

As the tub filled, Kim looked down at his crotch. “If I cut off your balls, your cock won’t grow,” Roger had said. Would Roger really cut off his balls? Did Kim want him to cut them off? He knew it would hurt, but wouldn’t it be worth the hurt? Without balls, he’d never go through puberty, and wasn’t that what he wanted? He’d thought about cutting them off himself, but he’d never had the guts to do it. He’d even held a knife to them, but he’d only made the tiniest of cuts before he had chickened out; but if he could somehow get Roger to do it…

Thinking about it, his dick got hard.

By the time he finished his bath, Roger and his mom were in her bedroom fucking. They hadn’t even closed the door. Roger had left it open on purpose, Kim knew. He turned off the light and crawled into bed naked, putting his pillow over his head to block out the grunts, moans, and squeaking of the bed coming through the thin walls. It did little good.

Seldom spending the night, Roger was gone the next morning, when Kim awoke. Sitting at the breakfast table, Kim said, “Roger peed on me.”

As Roger had predicted, his mother laughed. “A little piss won’t hurt you. Roger was just funning. I heard you run another tub. I figured Roger had done something like that.”

“He said he was going to cut off my balls.”

“I wish he would. Boys become little shits, when they hit puberty. I wish you never had to go through it.”

“Do you really mean that?”

She hesitated before answering. “Of course, not. I want you to grow up. I just wish I had some place to ship you during the time you were.”

“Who’s my father?”

“Will you quit asking me that? I’m not sure who your fucking father was. I was seeing several guys at the time. I’m not sure which one knocked me up. It doesn’t matter; whichever one it was, he’s gone. I don’t know where any of them are, now. When they found out I was pregnant, they all stopped coming around. Whoever your father was, he didn’t want to have anything to do with you.”

“He didn’t know me. Maybe, he would like me, if he knew me. Maybe, I could go live with him, if you don’t want me around.”

She sighed:

“It’s not that I don’t want you around; it’s just that I wish you would be a little nicer to Roger. I don’t want you driving him off. He’s all I have.”

“You have me.”

“I need more. A woman has needs.”

“You need his cock, you mean.”

She grabbed his arm, shaking him. “You need to watch your mouth, or maybe I will let Roger cut off your balls. How would you like that?”

“I wouldn’t care.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“No, really. I wouldn’t care. I want them cut off.”

“What do you mean, you want them cut off. Do you want to be a girl or something?”

“No,” he said. “I don’t want to be a girl. I just don’t want to be a man. Roger said, if I don’t have balls, my cock won’t grow. I don’t want it to grow. I don’t want to go through puberty.”

“You’re crazy; you know that?”

“I’m not crazy. I just don’t want to be a man. I don’t want to be like Roger and the others. You don’t want me to go through puberty; you always say how you dread the day I do. Even Roger says I’ll be better off without my balls. Why not let him cut them off?”

“You can’t just cut off your kid’s balls. It’s against the law.”

“Who’s gonna know? I won’t tell anyone. Roger said he’s nutted his dogs; he said he could nut a kid.”

“You just think you don’t want your balls. Once you go through puberty, you’ll be glad you have them.”

“But I don’t want to go through puberty. I’ve never wanted to grow up and be like them. I think I’d rather kill myself first. If you don’t let Roger cut off my balls, and I go through puberty, I’ll kill myself. I look at myself every day to make sure I haven’t started growing hair down there. The day I start, I think I’ll kill myself. Roger would cut them off; you know he would; he wants to cut them off. We all want them cut off, you, me, and Roger.”

“We can’t…just cut off your balls.”

“Yes, you can. Roger could. You know he could. I want him to. Please, ask him to do it.”

She shook her head. “No…no…it’s not possible. Now, go to school. Forget about having your balls cut off.”

“You know I won’t forget about it. You want them cut off; you know you do. You want it almost as much as I do; I can see it in your face. We all want them cut off. If you let him cut them off, I’ll be nice to him after that.”

“Go to school.”

After school, Kim went over to his friend’s, Shaun’s, house. They were in Shaun’s bedroom playing video games. After Shaun won – it was Shaun’s game, after all – Kim spoke:

“Do you like having balls?”

“Huh? Of course, I like having balls. Don’t you?”

“Do you have hair down there yet?”

Shaun nodded:

“Do you?”

Kim shook his head: “No. Have you ever fucked anyone?”

“No…”

“Do you jack off?”

Shaun rolled eyes and nodded, his face turning red.

“Do you like it?” asked Kim.

“Yeah, do you jack off?”

“No, I haven’t gone through puberty.”

“I was jacking off before I started puberty,” said Shaun. “I couldn’t shoot, but I could come. It felt good. If you tried it, maybe you could.”

“Do you do it very often?” asked Kim.

“Jack off?”

“Yeah.”

“Three or four times a day. I’d go crazy, if I couldn’t jack off.”

“Do you want to fuck someone?”

“Hell, yes, I want to fuck someone. I just don’t know any girl that will let me do it.”

“If you didn’t have balls, you wouldn’t need to jack off; you wouldn’t want to fuck.”

“I want to jack off; I want to fuck,” said Shaun. “Wait until you go through puberty, you’ll want to do it as much as I do.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” said Kim.

At home that night, Kim sat waiting for Roger to come over. For the first time, he wanted to see Roger. When Roger came in, Kim was in the living room watching TV.

“Hey, Punk,” Roger said. “What’s this shit about you wanting me to cut off your balls?”

“Did Mom tell you that?”

“Yeah.”

“Could you do it?”

Roger shrugged:

“I guess I could. It wouldn’t be much different than nutting a dog or a pig, and I’ve done plenty of those. Why do you want your balls cut off? You want to be a girl or something?”

Kim shook his head:

“I don’t want to be a girl; I just don’t want to be a man. I want to be a eunuch.”

Kim had been reading about eunuchs and had decided that was what he was meant to be. He almost wished he lived back in the days when castrating boys was a common practice.

“You want to be a fucking eunuch?”

“Yes. You said I’d be better off without my balls.”

“Yeah, you would be.”

“You want to cut them off, don’t you?”

Rubbing his chin with his hand, Roger nodded.

“Mom wants them cut off, or she wouldn’t have told you what I said.”

“She didn’t say she wanted them cut off.”

“But, you know she does, don’t you?”

At that time, Kim’s mom came out of her bedroom. Kim knew she had been listening. He looked up at her.

“You want them cut off, don’t you, Mom?”

She nodded.

Kim looked back at Roger.

“When are you going to do it?” he asked.

Roger shook his head. “You really want me to do it?”

Kim nodded.

“I can do it tonight. I brought my cutting gear. It’s gonna hurt. I don’t have anything to keep it from hurting.”

“I don’t care,” said Kim. “I want them cut off.”

“Take a bath and scrub real good down there, your balls, your dick, your crotch, and between your legs. Take a hot bath. It will loosen up your balls.”

Roger turned to Kim’s mom.

“We’ll do it on the kitchen table. You have a plastic tablecloth; we’ll use it. I need some rope to tie him down; otherwise, he’s going to be jerking around.”

“Can you really do it?” Kim’s mom asked.

“Yeah, I can do it,” Roger said.

Kim bathed, scrubbing like Roger had told him to do. Naked, he walked into the kitchen.

“Hop up on the table,” Roger told him. He did, lying down on his back.

Roger tied Kim’s legs splayed to the corners of the table and tied his arms to the opposite corners. He ran a rope across Kim’s chest, under the table, and tied it off. He dipped a cotton ball in alcohol and wiped off Kim’s scrotum. It felt cold to Kim.

“I’m gonna gag you, because you’re gonna want to scream, and we can’t have the neighbors calling the cops.”

Using a dishtowel, Roger gagged Kim.

“This is gonna hurt.”

It did. Roger split open Kim’s ball sac. Kim screamed into his gag. Raising his head, Kim saw Roger pick up one of his balls. He felt him tug on it. He saw Roger tie a string or something around the cord to it. Roger picked up a knife with a curved blade; he picked up Kim’s ball, the one he’d tied off, with his other hand, and cut through the cord to it below where he’d tied it off, and dropped Kim’s ball into a bowl.

“No more; no more,” Kim screamed into the gag, but the gag muffled the words making them unintelligible. He didn’t know it could possibly hurt as much as it did.

Roger tied of the cords to his other ball. Holding it in his hand, Roger picked up the knife and sliced through the cords to it. Kim fainted. When he came to, he was in his bed, a bag of ice on his groin. It hurt between his legs, but not so much as it had. Roger and his mom were standing over his bed.

“Are they gone?” Kim asked.

“Yeah,” said Roger. “Want to see them?”

Kim nodded. Roger gestured with a toss of his head to Kim’s mom, and she left, coming back a few minutes with a bowl. Roger lowered the bowl so the contents of it were visible to Kim. Two oblong, whitish colored, things, with pink cords streaming from them, were in the bowl.

“Are those my balls?” asked Kim.

“Yep,” said Roger.

“I didn’t know they’d be white like that,” said Kim.

“Are you still glad I cut them off?” asked Roger.

“Yeah, it hurt, though. I didn’t know it would hurt so much.”

“Keep ice on your ball sac,” said Roger. “Get him some Tylenol,” he told Kim’s mom. She left coming back a few minutes later with three Tylenol and a glass of water. Kim popped the Tylenol in his mouth and swallowed them with the water.

Eventually, Kim was able to sleep. He hurt between his legs, but the ice bag and the Tylenol helped. His mother came in a couple of times during the night to change the ice bag. When Kim awoke the next morning, he lifted the ice bag to examine his ball sac.

Roger had stitched it up; it was swollen, looking like it still had balls in it; but Kim knew they were gone. He had felt them cut off; and he had seen them lying in the bowl. He would never go through puberty, now. He felt free, not just for another day, as he had, when he had determined no hair was growing down there. He was free for all time. Hair, if he grew any, wouldn’t mean he was starting puberty. A boy needed balls to start puberty; and he no longer had balls.

When Roger came over that night, he examined Kim’s ball sac.

“It looks good. Keep ice on it; stay home from school the rest of the week. Does it hurt?”

“I’m a little sore down there,” Kim said, “but it doesn’t hurt all that much.”

“Are you still glad I cut them off?”

Kim nodded.

“You can’t tell anyone. You know that, don’t you? If you tell anyone, they’ll put your mom in jail and put you in a fucking state school or something.”

“I won’t tell anyone.”

He wouldn’t care if Roger got put in jail for doing it, but he didn’t want his mom put in jail; he didn’t want to get put in some foster home. Besides, he had wanted them cut off. He was glad they had been cut off.

By Monday, Kim was ready to go to school. Although he’d been out of bed after the first day, up watching TV mostly, his mother hadn’t let him out of the house. She’d taken the week off work, so she could stay home with him.

Kim felt fine. Much of the swelling had gone down; and he was no longer sore. His ball sac looked almost empty. Roger had put his balls in a bottle of alcohol; Kim kept them on his dresser. He wished he could show them to Shaun, his best friend, but of course, he couldn’t. He had promised he wouldn’t tell anyone they had been cut off.

He felt no different, not having balls; but of course, he shouldn’t feel any different; he hadn’t started puberty, had he? He felt free, though, and he had respect for Roger, who had freed him of his balls. Maybe, he wasn’t such a bad guy, after all.